259 Devouring Your Master? (2/2)
They wasted no time talking. As soon as they appeared, the twenty-odd people charged at Wang Baole with greed in their eyes. They had never seen each other before and hadn't held grudges against each other before that moment. However, at that moment, anyone who held such a tremendous source of Spirit Qi was the enemy in their eyes! The consequences they would face after snatching such an item from Wang Baole was something they, in the face of extreme greed, hadn't considered. They had to get it first.
Wang Baole wasn't an indecisive person. He didn't enjoy killing. However, if he couldn't set aside the three days he needed by any other means, he was left with no choice.
If I have no choice but to kill my way to a three-day window, I'll do it! A vicious light flashed across Wang Baole's eyes. As the twenty or so Five Generation Sky Clan disciples rushed towards him, he shifted and formed hand seals with his right hand. Bolts of lightning descended immediately, and a web of electromagnetism was cast out over the air. It transformed into numerous lightning swords that shot out towards his enemies.
It didn't end there. As the deputy pavilion head of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion, Wang Baole had countless Numinous Treasures. Even though he had expended quite a few, he still had enough of them at his disposal. With a sweep of his hand, he summoned a dozen Flying Frost Swords and a handful of self-exploding beads and flung them out. In an instant, deafening explosions shook the lands and sent heaven and earth quaking.
Amid the chaos, as the twenty or so Five Generation Sky Clan disciples whipped out their Numinous Treasures and cast spells, Wang Baole's form blurred. It was like the sudden eruption of a lightning dragon as a shrill cry pierced the air. He appeared suddenly before one of the disciples and, without a pause in his step, slammed right into him.
A myriad of emotions flashed across the person's face. He hurriedly fell back and tried to counter the blow, but to no avail. He was slammed straight in the chest. Blood spilled out from his mouth as his chest was crushed inwards. He let loose a terrifying scream and, like a kite cut from its string, keeled over. Wang Baole, without any stutter in his steps, turned and kicked smoothly at another person's crotch. The latter tried to block the blow with his right hand. It didn't work.
There was the sound of an arm breaking as Wang Baole's kick landed on the person's crotch, and an almost inhuman cry rang out into the air. A spasm shot through the cultivator's body before he fell to the ground, dead.
After two consecutive kills, the battle lust emanating from Wang Baole intensified. He knew that they were intent on exterminating him. He had two choices before him—kill, or be killed!
”I'll kill you all!” Wang Baole roared. He dashed forward in a blur and engaged in battle with the twenty odd cultivators, leaving death in his wake.
A mere fifteen minutes later, corpses lay scattered on the ground. All that remained of the Five Generation Sky Clan group were two cultivators. Their faces were drained of blood, and their eyes bright with terror and confusion. They seemed to have been roused from their earlier madness and greed. With a shrill scream, they fled hastily.
Wang Baole was panting slightly. He hadn't suffered many injuries. However, battling with twenty odd perfected True Breath realm cultivators was an exhausting feat. It was a pale comparison to the backlash from using the Dharmic Armament though. It was still something within Wang Baole's limits.
Wang Baole narrowed his eyes upon seeing the two fleeing people. He didn't plan to pursue them, but as he was about to leave, he heard a scream, followed by another not long after.
A flash of light flickered across Wang Baole's eyes. He didn't issue an order to kill to the mosquito…
The gray mosquito returned swiftly and hovered before Wang Baole. After experiencing multiple rounds of massacre, its Spirit Qi had transformed. One could clearly sense, after careful observation, bloodthirst exuding from the gray mosquito.
That was the first time it was displaying signs of rebellion before Wang Baole. It buzzed aggressively, with enmity. As soon as the buzzing sound rang out, the other nine mosquitoes emerged from the surrounding forest, racing forward and surrounding Wang Baole, displaying hostility towards the gray mosquito in the nine-to-one stand-off.
”I was the one who made you. How dare you rebel against your master? You've grown gutsy, haven't you?” Wang Baole snorted. The scabbard inside his body started churning. Instantly, a binding force erupted and blanketed the gray mosquito. The mosquito shuddered violently. Its body started showing signs of shattering!
Wang Baole, who possessed the sword scabbard, held the life of the mosquito within the palm of his hand!
After some time, the gray mosquito started crying out for mercy. Its thoughts surfaced clearly in Wang Baole's mind, causing surprise and startlement to flicker across his eyes. He withdrew the power of the scabbard.
”If this happens again, I'll break your proboscis!” Wang Baole said coolly, then turned and left.
The gray mosquito was still for a moment, before immediately following Wang Baole. Together, with the other mosquitoes, they split up and flew off into the distance, extending Wang Baole's vision and, at the same time, guarding their master.