C135 (2/2)

Hong Ling's figure flashed, dodging a gloomy sword light, his hand reaching towards the empty air with a claw. ”Puchi!” The sound of flesh being torn apart sounded out. A cultivator wielding a sword was forcefully pulled out from the void. His palm landed on the cultivator's chest and started to pull out a piece of flesh. It was the cultivator's heart.

”Only ten left!” Hong Ling smiled, looked at the ten cultivators gathered in front of him, and raised his eyebrows. Just now, in the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, he had killed six successive cultivators. His methods were bloodthirsty and fierce, thoroughly shocking the remaining ten cultivators. These people were shocked and angry at the same time. They all gathered in front of him, and no longer dared to act alone.

Hong Ling bent down and wiped his hands over a dead body's clothes, wiping off the blood stains on his hands.

Ten figures flashed as they circled around him, surrounding him in the center. The ten great cultivators, with their palms pressed together, instantly formed a huge Authentic Qi cage, intending to trap him. An incomparably terrifying aura was slowly born from the combined strength of ten Void Refinement Cultivators and slowly appeared within the cage. It was the Authentic Qi thorns, slowly emerging from the walls of the cage. As the cage tightened, they slowly stabbed towards him.

With the Sorrow Spirit in his hands spinning upside down, Hong Ling casually waved a bright sword qi, fiercely slashing on the cage. The cage rumbled for a moment, but it remained unharmed. Even the sharp thorns formed by the Authentic Qi did not show any signs of collapsing. The youth frowned. He really didn't like the scene of someone controlling the rhythm of the battle. With a thought, a dark golden stream of light slowly enveloped his body. By the time the light dispersed, he had already completed his Dragonform, and his scales shone coldly under the sunlight.

”Hmph, do you think you can trap me just by working together!?” Hong Ling fiercely stomped his foot on the ground, and with a kacha sound, the limestone tiles on the street were shattered into pieces with a single stomp. Like a bolt of lightning, he came to the edge of the cage and ferociously punched at the Authentic Qi.

Boom!! The entire cage instantly started to shake violently. A series of sinister cracks, with Hong Ling's fist as the center, extended towards the walls of the entire cage. The ten cultivators spat out a mouthful of blood as they stared in disbelief at the youth shrouded in scales. Their eyes were filled with shock.

”What kind of monster is this!”

However, Hong Ling's even heavier fist responded to them. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! As Hong Ling's storm of fists descended, the cracks on the Authentic Qi cage became even more ferocious.

The ten cultivators looked at each other, their eyes were filled with shock. It was as if they had reached an agreement. They simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood and threw it into the cage. The cage returned to its original state after absorbing the ten mouthfuls of blood essence. It was even showing signs of being strengthened.

”Stubborn fool!” Hong Ling let out a cold snort, and instantly covered his fists with the dark golden Tianhuang Lightning Fire.

The youth bowed, bent his knees, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He took a deep breath and stomped his feet. Bang! A huge crater was formed by his stomp on the street. The youth's body rushed out and collided ruthlessly with the cage.

Boom! Regardless of whether it was the Authentic Qi's thorns or the cage, both were completely shattered in that instant. The ten cultivators that were connected to the cage all coughed out blood and fell to the ground, lying motionlessly.

Hong Ling casually waved his hand, and the Sorrow Spirit Sword that was originally floating beside him, appeared in his hand. The youth was dragging his sword, the edge of the sword making sparks on the stone floor. At this moment, he withdrew his Dragonform and arrived in front of the first cultivator. He then pierced his sword into that cultivator's chest and completely crushed his heart.

The moment the cultivator died, the youth turned around and arrived next to the second cultivator. He stabbed the second cultivator to death.

”Stop!” The Body Refinement Realm cultivator protecting his young master shouted coldly, but Hong Ling's sword still struck at the cultivator.

Ah!” A miserable scream rang out, yet another cultivator had died a tragic death.

The cultivator that cultivated the Void Unity Stage finally could not hold it in and was about to take a step forward. However, Hong Ling slowly turned his head and looked at him.

”Do you believe that if you dare to take one step forward, I'll cut off one of your young master's hands. If you take two steps, I'll cut off one of his legs!”

The moment the cultivator heard this, his expression changed. He stopped moving and stared at the White-robed Noble Heir before him with a fearful expression. One by one, he slowly killed the cultivators that were struggling to survive. A deep chill spread through the two remaining master and servant. They looked at the youth in white and their eyes were filled with fear.

Hong Ling casually stabbed the last cultivator to death, he slowly turned around, kept his sword, walked back to his seat and gracefully sat down. He lifted the teacup, blew on the hot steam, and took a sip. He closed his eyes and carefully savored the taste. Then, he gently put down the bowl of tea, raised his head, and smiled at the young man in front of him.

”Now, young master, can you tell me your name personally?”