Chapter 136

Chapter 136: He Is Not As Good As You
Mo Ci’s eyes changed slightly as she called softly: “Fellow Daoist Yu.” She swept a wary gaze over the cultivators around them.

“Be careful.” Yu Zhao gave Ji Han Zhou a meaningful look, signaling him to stay on guard.

In the tense, oppressive atmosphere, everyone stayed highly alert to everything around them. No one wanted to become someone else’s stepping stone.

The time it takes for a stick of incense to burn passed.

“Better a fellow daoist dies than this poor daoist. Brother Wang, you can go in peace.”

At the very front of the outer edge of the marsh, a man punched his companion in the back, fast as lightning.

But his companion’s figure flashed. He actually dodged that blow, then spun and kicked the man hard in the waist.

“Ah!”

The man screamed in terror as his body flew forward out of his control and, in an instant, fell into the swamp.

His companion stood at the edge of the swamp and burst into loud laughter: “Brother Zhang, you still ended up helping me… ah!”

Before he could finish speaking, several streaks of spiritual light struck his back at the same time and knocked him flying.

After his companion was swallowed by the swamp, he was only a step slower and followed him into death.

Their deaths completely stirred up the cultivators gathered here.

In an instant, multicolored spiritual light exploded in every direction. Roars and killing shouts rose and fell without end.

Yu Zhao slapped away a cultivator who tried to attack her and said to Mo Ci: “Fall back first. Don’t get dragged into this.”

Mo Ci nodded heavily and, together with her three junior sisters, fought while retreating.

The six of them quickly withdrew to a relatively safe spot.

“This is insane. Do they want the World-Cleansing Azure Lotus, or do they just want to kill people?”

Jing Nan stared at the chaotic battle around the swamp, flesh and blood flying everywhere, her eyes full of fear.

“They want both to kill people and to get the World-Cleansing Azure Lotus. Those two things don’t conflict at all.” Yu Zhao answered coldly.

The more people they killed, the greater their chance of seizing the World-Cleansing Azure Lotus. Naturally, they would not hold back.

Ji Han Zhou, Yang Xi, and Wang Sheng Xue had spent most of their lives cultivating inside the sect. They had rarely seen such bloody, crazed scenes. Their faces all looked bad, but they knew this was a trial they had to go through, so they forced themselves to endure their disgust and adapt to what they were seeing.

On the other side, people had also set their sights on Fang Cheng Lang and Cui Jue.

One of them was half-dead, and the other was weak and powerless. At a glance, they looked like perfect soft persimmons to pinch.

Three cultivators covered in killing intent quietly spread out and moved to encircle Fang Cheng Lang and Cui Jue.

Although Fang Cheng Lang’s spirit power was restricted, a cultivator’s instincts still remained. As soon as the three drew close, he sensed danger. He reached back and drew his life-bound sword, holding it across his chest, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

The three with ill intent were not scared off by his posture at all. Instead, mockery appeared on their faces.

Among all cultivators, sword cultivators were the most feared, because once a sword cultivator drew their sword, it usually meant death or injury.

Especially that small number of sword cultivators whose understanding of the Sword Dao was exceptional. They did not even need to use a sword itself to kill. Just their Sword Qi alone could take lives.

If Fang Cheng Lang were standing tall with his sword in hand at this moment, without saying a word he could have scared people back.

But right now his expression was haggard, his clothes were messy, and he had a sickly burden strapped to his back. No matter how one looked at him, he did not seem like a powerful sword cultivator.

“You think just taking out a sword can scare us? Ridiculous!” one of the three said with a cold laugh.

“Don’t waste words with them. Grab them and use them to fill the swamp,” another said.

As soon as he finished, the three of them rushed toward Fang Cheng Lang, their faces full of flesh and twisted by hideous grins.

Yao Wu Jistood off to the side with her arms crossed, watching with mild interest. She had no intention of helping at all.

“To kill you, I only need one sword strike.”

Fang Cheng Lang’s low voice sounded slowly.

The three men were stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

One of them even copied Fang Cheng Lang in a strange, mocking tone: “To kill you-u-u, I on-ly ne-ed o-ne swo-rd stro-ke.”

“Hahahahaha! Does this brat think he’s Sword Sovereign Jiu Hua? He is killing me with laughter!”

“Hmph, brat, let me be the one to send you on your way.”

A small black-gold hammer shot out like a meteor, whistling through the air straight at Fang Cheng Lang’s head.

Fang Cheng Lang did not dodge. He held the sword in his right hand and suddenly slashed down.

His movement seemed slow and calm, but in truth it was so fast the naked eye could not follow it.

The three men opposite him only saw a flash of white light. Then a huge arc of Sword Qi came slashing straight toward them.

In that instant, all the times they had narrowly escaped death in the past flashed one by one through their minds.

They once again felt the threat of death.

Their bodies reacted faster than their thoughts. They hurriedly pulled out all kinds of defensive magical artifacts from their storage pouches and held them in front of themselves as they stumbled back.

On its way forward, the Sword Qi first collided with the black-gold hammer.

The little hammer was directly knocked flying.

After that, the Sword Qi did not weaken at all and continued chopping toward the three men.

They were terrified and regretful, despair filling their faces.

There was a soft slicing sound.

Their bodies stopped. A thin red line slowly appeared on each of their necks.

Then came a series of gurgling thuds as three heads rolled to the ground.

Their eyes were wide open. The terror on their faces was clear for everyone to see.

“Not bad. Looks like my decision to plant poisonous insects in you back then was the right one.”

Yao Wu Jiwas very surprised.

When she knocked out Cui Jue and Fang Cheng Lang before, it had gone so smoothly that she had never imagined Fang Cheng Lang still had such a terrifying side.

The corners of her lips curled up and she suddenly laughed.

No matter how strong Fang Cheng Lang was, in the end he had still fallen under her poisonous insects. [That meant she was the strongest one here.]

Fang Cheng Lang ignored her. He raised his eyes and swept his gaze over the nearby cultivators.

Anyone whose eyes met his immediately looked away and dodged, clearly shaken by the scene just now.

Fang Cheng Lang calmly withdrew his gaze and quietly let out a breath of relief.

That one sword strike had almost emptied all the spirit power he could still use in his body. And it seemed that because he had used too much spirit power, the poison in his body was almost impossible to suppress now.

He was already like a spent arrow at the end of its flight.

“Senior Sister Yu, did you see that just now? That sword cultivator was amazing!”

In the distance, Ji Han Zhou looked full of admiration.

As a fellow sword cultivator, he could feel the Sword Intent hidden inside that man’s Sword Qi. It was like green bamboo, tough, unyielding, upright, and powerful.

[He is someone with a broad mind, upright and open.]

In his heart, Ji Han Zhou gave that man a very high evaluation.

“Is that so? I think he is not as good as you.” Yu Zhao said calmly.

When he heard the first half of the sentence, Ji Han Zhou had wanted to argue for that man. But after he heard the last half, his eyes lit up and he asked excitedly: “Really? Senior Sister Yu, you really think I’m stronger than him?”

“Really. In the future, you will definitely be a sword cultivator even more outstanding than he is.”

Ji Han Zhou’s lips curled up uncontrollably. His beautiful phoenix eyes sparkled as if they were filled with starlight.

[So Senior Sister Yu thinks so highly of me. I definitely won’t let her down!]

While the two of them were talking, the pillar of light in the swamp suddenly vanished, and a cool, faint floral scent filled the world.

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