492 Slaughter House Witch Sec (1/2)
\”Shoo!\”
The Sword of Essense Restoring flew out of the gourd hitched by Chen Fan's waist and made a golden circle in the sky before it plummeted down at the Fire Magus. As soon as it severed the head of the Fire Magus, the blade whirled toward the Blood Magus.
\”Art of Blood Explosion!\”
The Blood Magus shouted at the top of his lungs.
Suddenly, his face flushed red as a bloody mist made out of Aether Qi sprayed out from his body. The Blood Magus charged up his energy and backed away at incredible speed. His movement was faster than any peak level Dharma Cultivation spell casters.
However, he was still too slow to outrun the flying sword.
From the corner of his eye, the Blood Magus caught a glimpse of a streak of golden glow before realizing that the flying sword had severed through his waist, cutting his body in half.
The flying sword didn't slow down as it plummeted into the next victim.
By then, there were only six remaining on the platform. Other than the Grand Magus of the Dark Witch Sect, the other five Perfected Cultivators all charged up their energies to ward off the attack. Some toughened their bodies and strengthened their physique, some abandoned their physical form and escaped with only their soul intact, and the rest produced a Dharma Artifact to enhance their power.
However, none of them could save themselves from the deadly flying sword.
With one fell swoop, the Sword of Essense Restoring killed five Perfected Cultivators, severing their heads clear off of their shoulders.
Chen Fan had ended the lives of five Perfected Cultivators without even lifting a finger.
\”Shu!\”
The flying sword turned around and made a full circle around the platform before it bore down on the Grand Magus of the Dark Witch Sect.
\”Chen Beixuan!\”
Grand Magus of the Dark Witch Sect let out a desperate howl.
He hurled at all the spells under his sleeves at the incoming sword to stop it, but none worked. This sword was forged by the Sword Secret, the Exalted Cultivator a few thousand years ago. Chen Fan had imbued it with his Immortal State energy and could use it to strike down a fighter jet, much less the flesh of a mortal.
\”Bang, bang, bang!\”
The golden sword cut through seven layers of energy screens that protected Dark Magus and was about to land a direct hit on the Dark Magus's head.
Suddenly, a plume of dark mist shot out from the bone necklace around Dark Magus's neck.
This dark mist billowed up into the air and it's flowing mass formed an apparition of an old man in a dark robe. It was difficult to make out the features on the old man's face, but his eyes glowed green against the dark matter that formed its shape.
\”Lord Father!\”
Dark Magus exclaimed under his breath.
Chen Fan growled at the shadow: \”Kill!\”
The golden sword didn't stop as it plunged into the Grand Magus of the Dark Witch Sect's neck. Even as the Dark Magus's head rolled to the ground, his face was awash with disbelief. He couldn't believe that Chen Fan could have killed him right in front of his powerful Lord Father.
\”NOOOO!\”
The shadowy apparition flickered as the old man let out a saddened howl.
The flying sword flew up and bore down on the shadowy figure from above, severing the Illusion Form into two halves. Then the sword turned around and shredded the illusion form into countless fragments.
Once the blade and banished the Illusion form, it brought itself up, tracing a gleaming golden arc in the air, and then swooped down at the crowd of Magus.
\”Please, no!\”
\”Immortal Master Chen, we surrender!\”
\”We will lead you to the Dark Witch Sect!\”
The leaders of the other witch sects were terrified by the development. They shouted their capitulation out at the top of their lungs.
Chen Fan had killed six Perfected Cultivators in one strike and struck asunder the illusion form of the Grand Magus God. By then, no one in their right mind would rise up against him. However, their penance had come too late.
\”Kill! Kill! Kill!\”
Shafts of golden light lanced up into the sky as the Sword of Essense Restoring hacked and slashed at its victims, harvesting lives with a striking economy of motion.
The might of the flying sword over trumped the protective effects of any Dharma Spells, Divine powers and Martial arts.
In his moment of enlightenment, the Buddha had famously said: \”A flickering of a finger contained sixty most basic units of time. In each of those unfathomably short moments, nine hundred lives were lost and another nine hundred were born.\”
Thus it was, Chen Fan had killed hundreds of people in less than a fraction of a second, turning the plaza into a bloodbath in a blink. The sight was so brutal that it even stupefied Yukishiro Sa.
After the last man standing was reduced into two bloody stumps, the Sword of Essense Restoring returned to Chen Fan. Its sharp edge was untainted by blood, and its body still humming excitedly, as if it was eager to bring more bloodshed to the world.
\”Don't worry, these men and women are just an appetizer for you. There will be more for you.\”
Chen Fan linked his hands behind his back and stood motionlessly in between two newly-formed rivulets of blood.
\”Master, what should we do next?\” Yukishiro Sa lowered her head and asked with a slight hint of fear.
\”We will bring the same destruction to all Witch Sects.\” Chen Fan let out a cold smirk and said: \”But before that, we might as well cleanse the world of this stinky vile place. \”
He started an art and drew the souls of the six Perfected Cultivators he had killed into the yellow gourd. He would need to rely on these souls to locate the Dark Witch Sect.
Meanwhile, the same group that was eyeing Yukishiro Sa still congregated near the entrance of the plaza.
The expectation had made them feel like they had been waiting for a century, while in reality only a few minutes had passed.
\”Brother Loong, what do you think is happening in there? I heard noises for a few seconds and then everything went quiet. What's going on?\”
Xiao Qi asked curiously.