C67 (2/2)
”You're courting death!” When the Cultivators of the Sen Luo Sect saw that Hong Ling had attacked them without a word, their eyes were filled with rage. No one had ever dared to disregard their status as disciples of the Four Major Sects.
The Sen Luo Sect was a Ghost sect that had been passed down since the ancient times, and the Ancient Sect's Primordial Scripture was a Celestial Rank cultivation technique called the ”Sen Luo Zhe Dao”. The exact level had yet to be revealed, however, since the ancient times, the empire's name had changed by who knows how many times, and the Sen Luo Sect was still one of the top sects.
The black sword in the cultivator's hand was filled with a pitch-black ghost aura and was extremely cold. Hong Ling was currently using the Flowing Water Palm Technique, and after gathering his Authentic Qi and divine sense, he was actually not at a disadvantage at all.
Lu You, who was watching at the side, was terrified. He had never thought that the young man whom he had threatened to hand over the Heavenly Desolate Sword Token would now grow to the point that even he could attract his attention.
The more the Sen Luo Sect cultivators fought, the more shocked he was. He never would have thought that Hong Ling would be able to become his enemy with his bare hands, and not be at a disadvantage in the slightest.
This caused him to feel incomparably stifled. As a cultivator of the Four Major Sects, he had never feared cultivators of the same level before. However, this youth's arrogance was slowly being worn away bit by bit.
”Dammit! This boy has such powerful strength! Come and help me, let's kill him together!” He pushed Hong Ling back with his sword and shouted to the cultivator from Flowing Mist Pavilion behind him.
The cultivator pondered for a moment, then let out a roar and joined the battle.
Lian Chengyue stood at the side with interest, looking at Hong Ling's unflustered body that was still surrounded by the two, a bright light shining in his eyes.
After he advanced to the early stage of Qi Refinement into Spirit, Hong Ling's fighting strength had undergone a tremendous change, and was more than ten times stronger than when he first participated in the Heavenly Desolate Martial Meet.
If it wasn't for the fact that he had just advanced and was still not used to his cultivation level, the two cultivators would have already been defeated. He didn't want to kill them, so he used these two cultivators as a whetstone to improve his strength bit by bit.
”This kid is actually treating us as sharpening stones!” Killing intent flashed in the eyes of the Limitless Sword Cultivator, and the Authentic Qi on his body instantly turned incomparably berserk.
He truly did not think that the reason Hong Ling had been pestering them for so long was not because he was weak, but it was because he wanted to borrow their strength to temper himself, in order to take a step forward. He wanted to touch their Reverse Scale, since when did the cultivators of the Four Major Sects become the foil for others to practice their martial arts?
”Brat, how dare you insult us like this? From now on, no one in the world can save you. Even the little girl behind you will not be able to escape the palms of my Four Major Sects.”
”You must pay a heavy price for this! And your families, must also die! ” The cultivator from the Flowing Mist Pavilion said fiercely.
”Are you threatening me?” Hong Ling raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking of the Hidden Dragon Village back then, and the killing intent in his eyes immediately became solid.
”That's not good. I don't like being threatened, and I'm even touching the people around me!” He sighed, ”I didn't want to kill you, but why do you always have to challenge my bottom line!”
After the youth finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he appeared next to the Flowing Mist Pavilion cultivator.
The cultivator's reaction was fast indeed, he took out his dagger and pulled Hong Ling's carotid artery, but Hong Ling was faster, Hong Ling was faster, the young man extended his hand out like lightning, holding the steel dagger in his hand, he twisted it slightly.
Kacha, the dagger made of fine steel was actually broken by him with his bare hands. Hong Ling held onto the broken edge of the dagger, his other hand extended out to grab onto another dagger, and with a slight twist, Kacha, the only remaining dagger of the Flowing Mist Pavilion cultivator was destroyed again.
His figure quickly flashed backwards, wanting to increase the distance between him and Hong Ling, but a white figure flashed past, like lightning. With a pfft sound, he tightly clutched his throat, and unwillingly fell down.
That broken dagger had been pierced through his throat by Hong Ling, and currently, his life force was being taken away bit by bit. Looking at the youth dressed in white, his eyes were filled with unwillingness, however, the world had suddenly become deathly still and hazy.
Hong Ling quickly killed the cultivator from the Flowing Mist Pavilion who threatened him, and the other Sen Luo Sect cultivator seized the opportunity when Hong Ling was facing away from him, as the longsword in his hand quickly pierced towards the center of his back.
Without even looking back, the teenager grabbed with his empty right hand, the long sword was already grasped with his bare hand, causing his Authentic Qi s to tremble, the tyrannical Qi immediately scattered the Authentic Qi s that the cultivator gave to the sword, shattering the entire long sword.
In that instant, the Sen Luo Sect cultivator was so terrified that he wanted to retreat. However, how could Hong Ling let him go? The youth's body flashed, and the dagger in his left hand once again pierced through the Sen Luo Sect cultivator's chest.
After the cultivator suffered such a heavy blow, he quickly retreated as if nothing had happened.
”Hmm? ”He actually didn't die?” Hong Ling looked at him, a look of doubt flashing past her eyes.
”Brat, just you wait. When I find the senior that is leading the team this time, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!”
The cultivator laughed sinisterly, and was about to retreat, but how could Hong Ling let him go so easily? With a thought, a ball of dark golden flames appeared in his right palm.
The youth's body flickered as he caught up to the currently running cultivator and fiercely pressed the Heavenly Desolate Sacred Flame to his back.
”Ah, what is this? No, my body has been smelted using the secret technique of the Ghost Dao. Normal weapons and flames cannot kill me. What kind of flame is this!” He struggled and was burnt into a human torch. In an instant, he was incinerated and disappeared without a trace.
Hong Ling clapped his hands and picked up the spatial rings of the two, then nodded towards Lu You and quickly left with Lian Chengyue.
Brother Lu You, the cultivators from the four major sects are rushing here right now. It's better for you to run for your life.
Lu You was hesitating on whether or not he should follow Hong Ling's figure, but after hearing what was said, he was completely shocked. The cultivators of the Four Major Sects were existences that he, a small itinerant cultivator, could not afford to provoke.