C22 (1/2)

Of the four disciples, Xiao Fei was a mid stage Soul Formation cultivator and the other three were at the early stage Soul Formation stage. Although her battle prowess was not weak, her combat experience was still too little.

However, the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold had been massacring and looting all year round. What they lacked the most was battle experience.

Every bandit's hand was covered in blood, and the murderous aura that was formed from killing over a long period of time had caused the faces of Xiaofei and the other three female disciples to turn pale.

”You four deal with spirit realm bandits, leave Zhao Zhangkong and Wu Yong to me.”

Just as the four of them were about to go all out, Zhou Qing's voice rang in their ears. Although his tone was light, it was undeniable.

”Alright.”

Xiao Fei lightly gritted her teeth and nodded.

Although they still did not believe that Zhou Qing, who was at the peak of the Spirit Opening Realm, could fight them alone, at this critical juncture, there was no time for them to hesitate.

”Kill!”

With a dainty shout, Xiaofei and the other three rushed out with their swords in hand. In the blink of an eye, they stood together with more than thirty Demon Bandits at the Awakening Realm.

Although these four lacked combat experience, their cultivation bases were far higher than these bandits. Therefore, they would not be trapped in a desperate situation while being besieged.

A blade pierced through the throat of a Demon Bandit. Zhou Qing swatted him away, then walked towards Zhao Zhangkong and Wu Yong.

If Zhao Zhangkong's gauntlets were magic items, Zhou Qing would have had to consider them carefully. However, the two of them were not capable of wielding weapons, so Zhou Qing did not fear them as much.

”Peak of the spirit realm, block with your mantis arms! Scram!”

Wu Yong's voice was hoarse and he did not put Zhou Qing in his eyes at all. He rushed over with both hooks in his hands as he fiercely stabbed them towards the latter's neck from the left and right.

Crash.

The 361st vortex of spiritual energy in Zhou Qing's body exploded forth. As he circulated his spiritual energy, the sound of a surging river could be heard. The magical sword in his hand suddenly straightened, and as it retreated, it swung out.

With two crisp ding-dong sounds, the two hooks were swung away by the magic sword.

Wu Yong retreated five steps back. His expression changed as he exclaimed, ”Leader, something is wrong with this fellow. Not only is his speed fast, but his strength is also very strong!”

”Oh?”

Zhao Zhangkong's eyes narrowed as he stared at Zhou Qing. The corners of his lips curled up.

”He must have used some kind of power enhancing martial arts. No matter how strong he is, he is just a trash at the peak of the Spirit Opening Realm. I was careless and got hit by him.”

”Wu Yong, could it be that you can't beat this kid?”

”How could this be? Just play with him.”

When Wu Yong heard this, he grinned evilly. He stomped his feet on the ground and once again rushed forward.

Although this Wu Yong was only at the early Spirit Condensation stage, his combat power was average. He could not even compare to some of the demons that Zhou Qing had killed in the past few days.

However, human cultivators could use martial arts, and their intelligence far exceeded that of the demons. Thus, it wasn't bad for them to treat Wu Yong as a target for their instant steps.

Seeing Wu Yong's oncoming attack, Zhou Qing's expression did not change. The Spiritual Energy within his body surged into his legs as he took a step forward.

Puff puff!

Wu Yong could only see a blur before his eyes, and Zhou Qing, who was originally in front of him, disappeared in an instant.

He was unable to control his strength, and the two hooks pierced two holes into an ancient tree.

”Too slow.” Zhou Qing shook his head. ”Is that all you've got?”

His instant movement was only at the early stage and had not yet reached the first stage, but even so, his speed was still able to completely suppress Wu Yong who was at the early stage of the Spirit Condensation realm.

Being humiliated by a Spirit Opening Realm cultivator, Wu Yong flew into a rage and turned around to kill.

”Mountain Overlapping Hook!”

Wu Yong roared, and with a wave of his hands, two black iron hook heads and tails connected as he viciously swung them out.

The mountain hook was a low-rank martial art, a total of three hook's.

The twin-hook chain was infused with spirit energy, and each of the hooks were stronger than the previous ones. The power of the triple hooks was enough to shake mountains and shatter rocks!

Wu Yong's attack was terrifying, but Zhou Qing's face did not change. The former could not even touch a corner of his clothes.

Whether it was strength or speed, Wu Yong was too weak and was not his match. He did not want to waste any more time.

”You can go now.”

A cold voice resounded in his ears, causing Wu Yong to be overwhelmed with shock. All of the hairs on his body stood on end as he subconsciously wanted to pull the Darksteel Hook back to block Zhou Qing's attack.

”How dare you!”

Zhao Zhangkong, who hadn't made a move for a long time, finally noticed Zhou Qing's strangeness. He roared and rushed over, wanting to help Wu Yong block the killing blow.

Pfft.

With a flash of his feet, before Wu Yong's black iron hook could be retracted, Zhou Qing had already chopped down with his sword.

Blood spurted out, Wu Yong's head was sent flying by Zhou Qing, his body limply falling to the ground.

Her bleeding head rolled down to the ground at the feet of Xiaofei and the rest. Seeing the frozen look of terror on Wu Yong's face, Xiaofei looked towards Zhou Qing in shock.

Zhou Qing's face was calm and his clothes were bloodstained. He didn't look like he had just killed an early stage Soul Formation cultivator; instead, he looked like an outsider watching the fight.

So the nickname ”Points Berserk Demon” was not a joke. This Song Changqing's battle strength was truly terrifying!

”I'll hack you alive!”

Zhao Zhangkong's eyes widened as his spiritual power surged. He punched down at Zhou Qing's head.

The middle stage Spirit Condensation Zhao Zhangkong was not something Wu Yong could compare to. Zhou Qing's expression finally became serious. With subtle steps, his figure flashed as he dodged Zhao Zhangkong's iron fists.

Boom!

Zhao Zhangkong's fist directly smashed into the ground, unleashing a terrifying force that left a hole the size of a human head in the ground.

Zhou Qing's eyes lit up at the sight of Zhao Zhangkong's astonishing destructive power. ”You're the only one qualified to be my opponent.”

Zhao Zhangkong's battle prowess was more than ten times that of Wu Yong. It would be difficult for him to face him. Only such a person would have the qualifications to be used to hone his speed!

Zhao Zhangkong was infuriated.

It was already an insult to him to snatch the other party away from him.

But now, his furious attack had been easily dodged by him. This was the same as a great shame and humiliation!

Swoosh.

Zhao Zhangkong moved like an iron tower, rushing towards Zhou Qing. With every step he took, he left a deep footprint on the ground. His momentum was frightening, and it was rising steadily.

Zhao Zhangkong rushed to Zhou Qing's front and punched out with a terrifying explosive sound.