C17 (1/2)
Slowly standing up from her teacher's chair, Zhang Yan looked at her subordinate who had mixed emotions. She sighed in her heart, today, in the huge mountain stronghold, besides herself, there was no one else with Essence Refinement into Qi.
This was the most grievous injury that he had suffered since he was founded in the Black Mountain stronghold. With the current lack of people, if he did not stop that young man, then perhaps the foundation that Black Mountain Thief Zhang Yan had built over the years would be ruined.
Zhang Yan was about to enter the inner hall when she heard a sharp piercing sound coming from the entrance of the hall.
A beam of light suddenly appeared and quickly rushed into the hall. Before anyone could react, it pierced through the scholar's throat and nailed him to a pillar.
At this moment, the Military Advisor was tightly grasping an arrow with both hands as he stared in disbelief at the youngster standing outside the hall illuminated by the flames.
Hu, Hong Ling took a deep breath and threw away the iron bow in his hand, then walked step by step into the Convergence Hall. His entire body was surrounded by a layer of dark gold Qi, his right hand wielding the sword and his left hand holding a cold dagger.
”You still dare to come!”
He did not expect that this young man would be so bold as to kill his advisor with a single arrow in front of so many people. This was no longer a provocation, but a situation where only death awaits.
”Why would I not dare?”
Hong Ling looked at the lackeys that were quickly rushing out from the Ju Yi Hall, and with a flash of his body, wherever he went, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The longsword in his right hand attacked, the dagger protecting his body, he actually split his heart into two, killing everyone present till they fell.
His cultivation base was incomparably dense, and when facing those ordinary people that had yet to awaken, he instantly killed them without holding back in the slightest.
Zhang Yan stared fixedly at the youth's figure, her eyes filled with fear. This youth was just like a demon that was about to take his life. No matter how strong his opponent was, he would always be killed in one blow.
His cultivation was already much higher than these people. In addition, the long sword and dagger in his hand were attached to his sword intent, cutting them into pieces. No one was his match, and in front of his absolute strength, the number of bandits was nothing more than a decoration.
Looking at her subordinates who were constantly falling, Zhang Yan's expression was unsettled. At this point, he understood that even if he were to advance to the middle stage of the Essence Refinement into Qi, he still wouldn't be able to defeat this young man.
With a cold snort, he turned around and brought his two trusted aides into the rear hall, leaving behind a group of Luo Nan who were still fighting with Hong Ling.
No one thought of escaping, because the Shiwan Mountain was just outside of the village. In this mountain range filled with Demonic Beast, ordinary people who did not finish awakening would not dare to travel alone in the darkness.
Night was when Demonic Beast came out to look for food the most. They were different from wild beasts, they would come out to cultivate when the demonic energy was dense at night. These creatures not only ate their own kind, if they met a human, they would also tear them apart without hesitation.
Even some cultivators with high cultivations didn't want to walk in this mountain range filled with demonic energy at night. Instead, they would find a place to hide and wait for the dawn to light up and disperse the demonic energy throughout the entire mountain range.
Hong Ling's movements could be said to be slow. Killing so many people did not burden him in the slightest, these sinful people truly deserved death, the youth would not pay attention to their difficulties, and he would not pity them in the slightest.
The tragedy of Hidden Dragon Village made him understand that once he let go of any one of them, from today onwards, even more people would die.
put away his dagger, looked at the corpses on the ground, and panted slightly. He had killed close to a hundred people, and even though his body was covered in dense Authentic Qi, he was still exhausting himself mentally and physically.
He was not worried that Zhang Yan would run away. He had already fully understood the entire terrain of the mountain stronghold. They were on top of a solitary mountain peak, and there was only one way out.
After shaking off the blood on the sword, Hong Ling stepped over the blood and water that had gathered in the Huai Yi Hall and walked step by step into the rear hall.
Suddenly, two black figures stabbed out diagonally and the saber in his hand hacked down mercilessly. The youth's figure swiftly flashed slightly, dodging the two deadly saber lights in an instant.
Boom!! The sharp blade beam ruthlessly slashed the ground, causing two deep blade marks to form on the floor, while the longsword in Hong Ling's hand was quickly handed over. With two light ”chi chi” sounds, two bandits grabbed onto their throats, and fell from the sky, dead with grievances.
Inside the main hall of the mountain stronghold, Hong Ling looked at the empty bedroom before him and frowned. He knew that Zhang Yan would never be able to leave this room, which meant that there must be a secret room in this room.
Slowly bending his body, Hong Ling pressed his hand to the floor. A wave of soul power spread out from his palm onto the ground, so that even the slightest trace of him could not escape Hong Ling's senses.
”Hmm? It's here! ”
He stood up and walked over to the large bed carved from yellow pear wood. He knocked on the floor under the bed.
Duk Duk Duk Duk, a clear voice came from the green stone floor, causing Hong Ling to let out a trace of a smile. He was already certain that the bottom of the bed was empty, which also meant that there was definitely a secret room underneath.
Casually slashing the bed in two, Hong Ling kicked it away, allowing the space beneath the bed to leak out. Hong Ling did not look for the mechanism to open the secret room, even if he found the thing, he might not know the method to open it.
Hong Ling quickly completed his Dragonform, and then, a fist ruthlessly smashed onto the stone slab.
The youth didn't stop as he punched down viciously yet again. Kacha, the half foot thick stone slab finally could not withstand his attack and broke into pieces, revealing a pitch black tunnel.
Hong Ling turned around and took out a burning torch from the Ju Yi Hall, and slowly walked into the secret room. His entire body was enveloped in a layer of twisted dark golden energy, and many small electric arcs coiled around his body.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh. Countless concealed weapons shot out from the passageway, and when they struck the dense air current in front of the youth, they were instantly repelled. These concealed weapons might be useful for normal people, but for Hong Ling who had already Dragonformed, it was not even close to being able to tickle him.
Every few steps he took, he would light the torches on the walls. By the time he reached the secret chamber, he was surrounded by light.
The youth looked at Zhang Yan, who was sitting on a wooden box. He looked at this Black Mountain bandit who had been in high spirits all those years ago. A trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes.
Zhang Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and a look of defeat could be seen on his face. However, deep in his pupils, a frenzied killing intent could still be seen. As long as he was still alive, he would remain that world-shaking Black Mountain Thief.
Hong Ling slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Zhang Yan. Bang! The sword instantly ignited into a raging inferno, and with a hum, a sharp glint was released from the flames, breaking the tranquility of the secret room.