Dual Cultivation God Returns-Chapter 606 Welcoming the God of Slaughter

An arrow enclosed in flowing with complex patterns Spiritual Qi whistled through the air and with a bright flash of?light and explosive sound, decimated the massive stone temple doors, chunks of stone flying everywhere.

Both the ruined gateway and the complex of stone buildings around then resembled a disturbed ant nest as cultists poured from all openings, in surprising numbers.

Their eyes, filled with indignation and bloodlust, captured the image of six sublime beauties standing in the distance, freezing in stupor for a moment at the surreal sight.

"I am not used to fighting in group, and do not wish to ruin your cooperation, so I will go ahead"

Nie Xiwang spoke touching her Spatial Ring as twelve golden swords appeared in the air behind her, her figure floating up and gracefully moving forward at high speed.

"Wai-...", Feng Yi wanted to say something, her eyes filling with concern for the beauty as she raised her hand, but froze the next moment.

Nine of the swords flew into the crowd, instantly raising cries of agony and splashes of blood into the air in their wake, as the Blade Empress coldly looked upon the cultists from slightly above the ground with an arrogant look, the three remaining swords rotating around her.

"You dare block the path of this Empress?", she spoke in a domineering voice, flying forward without stopping while bringing death and destruction all around her without even turning to look, regardless of the cultivation of her opponents.

"Haha~... wouldn't she be enough on her own?", Bi Rui's eyes widened at the scene, and then a slightly dry laugh escaped her lips as she saw that, the others nodding with a gulp, Feng Yi's lips curling up in a wry smile.

"Well, then, as we said before, I will go inside with Sister Ziyan, as we are the only ones whose combat style is compatible with narrow enclosed passages", Wu Mengqi chuckled, and as the others nodded, the figures of the two disappeared, their blurry images flashing into the entrance, while Feng Yi drew her bow on the spot, Shen Min and Bi Rui rushing forward at the cultists.

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The loud sounds of battle at the foot of the mountain were carried by the echoes of the mountain range, causing a frown to appear on the face of the Blood Demon, who realized from the abundant cries of pain and anguish calling out his name, that his zealots were not the ones with the advantage.

"Venerable Blood Demon...", a Core Reformation Realm subordinate raised his voice while looking at Wu Long, but was stopped by the raised hand.

"Go deal with the trouble below! All of you! Don't let them go deep into the temple!", Linghun Mo spoke with irritation, not taking his eyes off Wu Long as well.

Even though the initial shock he felt as the latter's eyes opened passed, he still instinctively felt that this one was not so simple, even if rational mind was telling him there should be no way this Mortal could be dangerous.

"Oh my! What a handsome young man! A bit too mature in his gaze... but I like it anyway. Lord Mo~ I want him!", after also slightly calming down from the initial astonishment and taking a first real look at the 'uninvited guest', Gui Xiaolan made a lustful smile with a subtle seductive motion of her hips, her eyes revealing a glint of excitement as she leaned onto her lover.

"Hahaha, as you wish", the Blood Demon chuckled, a hint of jealousy appearing in his eyes as he never saw her get turned on so much just from looking at someone, adding "... he might be missing a limb or two though"

Then, as a large crimson-colored heavy saber appeared in the hands of Linghun Mo, and was then put on the shoulder in a carefree pose, opposite from the side his woman leaned on, Wu Long's eyes narrowed, and a saber of slightly worse quality, but still Profound Grade appeared in his hands as well. 𝗳r𝐞𝐞w𝐞bn𝚘ve𝚕.co𝐦

"..?", the Blood Demon made a surprised look, his mouth opening to say "I seem to have heard you use a sword?"

However, just as he finished asking...

"G-g... G-G-Go-Goo...G-God of S-S-Slaughter....", a stuttering voice came from his side, which belonged to Gui Jianyu, who was awfully silent from the moment Wu Long's face reflected in the eyes of the three.

Linghun Mo turned to him with Gui Xiaolan, widening their eyes, both only now noticing that the middle-aged man was shuddering in small shiver, frozen on the spot with no ability to move at all, a terrified look in his eyes, his teeth starting to involuntarily chatter as soon as he opened his numb mouth to speak.

"God of Slaughter? Did you hit your head when the tower went down?", Linghun Mo raised his eyebrows.

But then he noticed that a shiver started coming from the woman leaning on him as well, as her eyes were turned to look at Wu Long again, now with a light of recognition in them.

Wu Long's eyebrow slightly rose in surprise.

"Ah, I forgot that my portrait was going around among Lust Cultivators from a certain point on...", and then he made a bland remark in a cold tone devoid of emotions, not speaking to anyone in particular, his momentary interest seemingly lost, as he recalled that from a certain time he was recognized by Lust Cultivators from afar.

"...? ...?" Linghun Mo turned from Gui Xiaolan to her father and Wu Long, his gaze making it more and more apparent how ridiculous he found this scene.

"Hah! Let's give the renowned God of Slaughter a warm welcome then, shall we?", Linghun Mo disappeared from the spot he stood in.

He didn't really believe he was in the presence of a legendary figure, but still grinned with excitement at being able to, although superficially for now, but fulfill his earlier words about slaying that man for his lover, and so soon to top it off.

His silhouette flashed in front of Wu Long with incredible speed.

*Clang!*

His blade, however, did not cut off Wu Long's arm at the shoulder as he expected, blocked by another saber held almost horizontally with one hand on the handle.

Linghun Mo's eyes widened, unable to believe that this man blocked his strike made with both hands, with just one, and there wasn't even a hint of Wu Long's saber budging, his own hands becoming numb from the impact instead.