276 The Boundless Saint! (1/2)

Chapter 276: The Boundless Saint!

Translator: Rain Editor: Arch

While discussions were all over the place, somebody suddenly shouted in fear; that person jumped away and began to quiver.

“What is it?” Startled, somebody hastily asked.

“The… The… The body is moving… It is… melting… rotting…” That man’s face was pale, as if he was about to puke at any moment.

Hearing him, the crowd felt terrified; they immediately turned to look. The two corpses were indeed moving, and they were also rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye. As rotting took place, the bodies quivered and produced an extremely putrid smell.

Soon, they became smaller and smaller.

The crowd looked at each other; they all had dark expressions as a cold stream seemed to have rises from their backs to their heads.

Another shout sounded out as someone ran away. Some of the weaker cultivators immediately left after him. Everyone, including the powerful ones among them, had a pale face that showed a terrified expression.

[There’s actually such a weird cold poison in earth?

Who is the murderer?

This is so horrible!]

While they were still stunned in astonishment, yet another strange thing occurred again.

The man with the mouse-like mustache fell to the ground while running away; on his throat was a shiny silver needle.

Then, a bleak voice echoed out, “Ignorant bastard. How dare you smear me! Now, let me show you how my needles taste like. If you have a next life, remember! My needles are all silver needles without poison!”

However, that man with a mouse-like mustache would never have the chance to hear him anymore.

That silver needle came from nowhere. Within the blink of an eye, it took away the life of an Earth Origin Stage cultivator.

The crowd was terrified.

An old man with white beard spoke, “Boundless Saint? Since you are here, why not show yourself?”

Within a fog that gloomily appeared, the bleak voice sounded, “I don’t want to get involved with the quarrel between your sects! Since the rest of you didn’t smear my name, I don’t see why I should meet you? It only brings more trouble than any good! It is always better not to meet people!”

The bleak voice gradually faded away and disappeared in the wind.

The crowd looked at each other.

That man with a mouse-like mustache was one of the weakest among these people, yet he was from the Long Clan, one of the eight noble clans. Those from the Long Clan were angry about it, yet none of them dared to say anything. They just blandly stood there, not daring to move in the slightest.

Neither the Boundless Saint nor the two big sects were something they dared to mess with.

Let alone killing one of them, even if he killed several or even a dozen, they would only have to accept it! They didn’t dare to say anything about it; if they said something wrong, then their entire clan could meet its demise!