C118 (2/2)

Unable to shatter the barrier with a single blow from Hong Ling, he frowned instantly. Just now, he had activated the hidden power within the Sorrow Spirit, and it was almost the same as a full-powered strike by a Void Refinement Cultivator. However, he had not been able to break through the barrier in one go. This made him feel somewhat unreconciled. With a wave of his hand, all the longswords soared into the sky, and under the guidance of his will, they plummeted downwards. Boom, boom, boom. The ten longswords, one after another, ruthlessly smashed onto the barrier. The cracks on the barrier became more and more ferocious, and the number of cracks continued to increase.

”Not good, this barrier is about to break!” Someone cried out in alarm as he looked at the crumbling barrier, his heart swaying. Pfft, the cultivators inside the barrier constantly coughed out blood. Each fall of a longsword meant that they, who were connected to the barrier both physically and mentally, were indirectly struck by a tyrannical attack. At this moment, they practically no longer had the thought of fighting against this youth. The truth was that this young man was simply too terrifying, as if he was a monster.

”Just who is he, to actually have such a terrifying power. Could it be that the Unique Aristocrat from that large clan came?!” Some people stared at Hong Ling in shock as they asked with trembling voices.

”I remember now. Today, at the Dreamy Cloud Lake, there was a cultivator that used a Sword Manipulation to heavily injure the second generation ancestors of Dreamy Cloud City. It is said that the young man was the one who killed the third prince of the Beiming Peng clan, Fengya, who came from the Tianhuang City! ” A young man who was spectating immediately exclaimed, his eyes filled with worship as he looked at Hong Ling.

”Yes, it's him, it's really him! It is rumored that he single-handedly killed Fengya's Dao Protector Demonic Cultivator, Feng Chen, who is said to have reached the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm! ”

The moment he said this, everyone began to discuss, and even the few Soul Refining cultivators that were in the middle of the barrier were overwhelmed with shock. They never would have thought that this youth was actually the fiend that killed Feng Chen. However, regret was useless because the barrier was finally on the verge of collapsing.

Bang! A tyrannical stream of air exploded on the rooftop as ten swords flashed past. Chi chi chi, those few Spirit Refinement cultivators that were still hollow out had their limbs cut off by the sharp blades. Hong Ling retracted his sword and stood on the roof. He coldly looked at the few Immortal Cultivators who had their spirits refined to become sticks, with no happiness or sadness in their eyes.

”If there's a next time, it won't be as simple as cutting off your hands and feet. I'll take your miserable lives then!” The young man's tone was extremely cold, like ice that would never melt, bringing with it a chill that would cause one's soul to tremble.

Gurgle gurgle. Everyone present swallowed their saliva with great difficulty. Their eyes were filled with fear and reverence. Without a doubt, with his tyrannical and bloody methods, Hong Ling completely shocked these lawless cultivators, making them no longer have any thoughts of coveting the Sorrow Spirit.

However, Hong Ling did not have the mind to care about them right now. Instead, he focused his gaze on the few people who were slowly walking over. Their footsteps were extremely slow, yet they carried an indescribable dao within them. The Spiritual Power in the air seemed to have been imprisoned by something, making it impossible for anyone to move it.

”A super cultivator of the Void Unity Stage is finally unable to hold it in!” Hong Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light as he watched the few cultivators slowly walk in front of him.

The three cultivators did not look at him, but quietly stared at the buzzing Sorrow Spirit sword and nodded, their eyes filled with praise.

”Junior, you just said that this sword is your life tool?” A cultivator slowly stood out, holding a bronze dragon head walking stick, he asked Hong Ling.

”Yes, this is my life magic tool. I wonder what senior would like to teach me?” Hong Ling casually touched the Sorrow Spirit, he released the Tianhuang Lightning Fire from the sword blade and with a thought, he returned it back to his body.

”How dare you! Who asked you to put it away?” The old man's eyes narrowed, a majestic aura instantly locking onto Hong Ling. Do you know that the sword in your hand is actually the sword that this old man lost a few days ago? ”

”Hmm?” Hong Ling's gaze turned cold and killing intent surfaced in his eyes. He said coldly: ”Senior, you, are you looking to die?”