917 A Pike In The Air (1/2)
Suddenly, screams of agony echoed through the forest in Swallow's Hill from every direction, rising and falling incessantly; it sounded as if it was Hell had arrived on Earth!
Martial men — men with broken legs, arms, and hips — fought to get themselves out of there in a haphazard manner. The men who scampered out of the area were completely bare — no one was spared.
From top to toe, they totally unclad.
Much to the surprise of Yun Yang and his men, they managed to collect thirty to forty spatial rings this time around. These were rings that they did not manage to get their hands on last time as they were hidden in secret nooks, previously undiscovered. This time, they really went out of their way, scavenging through every single fiber, without missing even a single speck of dust!
”Giving out spatial rings to disciples in our sect who achieve any form of merit seems like a good reward that could last awhile.” Yun Yang wiped off every trace of deific consciousness associated with the rings while he was gathering them, rendering them ownerless.
”As for our sect's reserves, I believe that we won't be lacking anything for a while.”
Shi Wuchen sniggered gleefully.
”Move faster. Finish all the fights within a quarter of an hour, and then assemble at where I am when you're done.” Yun Yang gave out strict orders. ”Be by my side at the final moment of that quarter, and make preparations to face our opponents; be very prepared in all aspects.”
At this very moment, Yun Yang's deific consciousness had already detected a few powerful deific consciousnesses coming towards them from afar, eyeing them hungrily.
The first one of them all had a particularly powerful aura, streaking over quickly, like a meteor, putting quite a distance between the few who trailed behind him.
Suddenly, Yun Yang's mind was struck by another idea…
”Alright!”
The three men agreed simultaneously.
…
Qiu Mengcheng, like a hawk, drew open the curtain of fog shrouding the skies with a powerful wave and swooped towards the peak of Swallow's Hill.
His heart was burning with anxiety!
Capturing the Raiders of All But God could be considered as the most admirable and respectable act in the martial world. Furthermore, a huge reward would come along with it — this was an opportunity that he would not allow anyone else to seize. Since this area was already cleared, they would belong to whoever reached here first!
He was a practitioner that belonged to the Qing Yun Sect. In terms of cultivation base, his was neither too high nor too low in the Qing Yun Sect. He rarely explored the martial world, and ever since he was stuck at the position of Saint Level Three for more than fifty years, he was now known to be a Saint Level sparring partner for the Qing Yun Sect.
This time, be it a coincidence or otherwise, the goods he manned had encountered some mishaps.
Qiu Mengcheng, upon hearing this news, was beyond rage. He rejected every offer to pursue them and went after them himself.
However, getting back the goods was not the main point. He was more interested in throwing some punches, killing some people and getting rich in the process.
Being a sparring partner was somewhat an achievement after all — his Saint Level Three pinnacle cultivation base was the real deal.
This man was still miles away from Yun Yang. However, the terrifying aura he exuded flattened the trees of the forest in a single direction, as if a hurricane had suddenly arrived!
A flash of electrifying lightning trailed behind him.
This phenomenon of bringing along lightning was a sign of mystical Qi being called upon in stupendous quantities!
At a glance, the incoming man had his arms wide open with his large sleeves lapping around his wrists as if he had a pair of large wings attached to his torso. He glided along with the wind, his sleeves so big and vast to the point that they hung low, enough to rid the skies and heavens of their aura!
On one hand, he was pressing forward, on the other hand, he obscured the vision of similar-leveled experts trailing behind him. He even triggered an anti-directional draft to slow them down.
They're mine! Nobody else shall take them away from me!
On the peak, four silhouettes stood next to each other, their faces masked.
Their gazes were filled with a dancing light as they stood tall and fearless on the peak, glancing at the incoming Qiu Mengcheng as their sleeves bellowed wildly in the ferocious winds.
Their gazes did not waver at all. The entire reserve of mystical Qi was already full to the brim! The powerful Qi blazed across the skies, coming together and dissipating in an endless cycle.
The ground where the four stood had slowly turned into a whirlpool of spiritual Qi!
Boom!