Super Divine Daoist Skill-Chapter 210 - 209: Kill You with 3 Strikes (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 210: Chapter 209: Kill You with 3 Strikes (Please Subscribe)

"Since Guard Wang regards me highly, I naturally am willing to contribute,"

Bai Ziyue thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

He did not care too much for material wealth, but he was unwilling to miss out on Martial Arts Secret Manuals.

Moreover, with Wang Peng by his side, their speed in killing enemies would undoubtedly be faster, which naturally meant he could gain more Soul Energy.

Thinking of Soul Energy, his eyes couldn’t help but glance at the Attribute Panel.

"Soul Energy: 37,844."

In the depths of his eyes, a faint disappointment flashed.

The two beggars before, although their attacks were fierce, were only at the External Forging Level, and the Soul Energy they provided was not high, both together barely contributed five hundred.

The five they had just dealt with all possessed strength above the Inner Cultivation Level, among them, Tian Bu’er had even reached the Peak of Inner Cultivation.

But together, the five only raised his Soul Energy by about eight thousand, which was far from meeting his needs.

"However, thirty thousand points of Soul Energy, though it couldn’t elevate my Immortal Technique strength another level, it could help me break through the Martial Arts Dao bottleneck and elevate to the level of a Second-class Expert."

A faint hint of joy flickered in Bai Ziyue’s eyes.

*A Third-class Expert cultivated the Twelve Main Meridians, and mastering all twelve indicated that a Martial Artist’s strength reached the pinnacle of a Third-class Expert.*

*As for a Second-class Expert, they cultivated the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.*

*When one Mystic Meridian was fully mastered, it indicated that a Martial Artist’s strength was at the level of a Second-class Expert.*

*Thirty thousand points of Soul Energy were already enough to allow him to fully master the first Mystic Meridian.*

Feeling settled in his heart, Bai Ziyue also harbored a slight anticipation for the upcoming journey to the Guo Mansion.

Soon, Bai Ziyue, along with Wang Peng’s five subordinates, totaling eight people, set off once more.

Through a brief introduction, Bai Ziyue learned that among the eight, besides Wang Peng whose strength had reached the late-stage Inner Power Realm, there was also a newcomer to the Inner Power Realm, named Dong Wenwu.

As for the others, they were all at the Inner Cultivation Realm level, and with him outwardly presenting as being at the Inner Cultivation Realm but wielding combat power at the Peak of Inner Cultivation, equipped with a Treasure Blade that could rival those in the Inner Power Realm, the group’s strength was already quite formidable.

Not to mention, Bai Ziyue’s real combat power was even more terrifying...

Thus, along the way, besides two disciples of the Nine Seals Sect who had no time to escape and were easily killed, they encountered almost no hindrance and soon arrived near the Guo Mansion.

"Have you noticed that it seems a bit too quiet around here?"

Suddenly, Bai Ziyue paused, his eyes quickly scanning the nearby houses as he spoke.

"Quiet?"

Wang Peng, being naturally vigilant, had his gaze sharpen the moment Bai Ziyue brought it up, "It does seem a bit!"

Then, a long saber like a bolt of lightning slashed into the wooden house nearby.

Bang!

The wooden house’s door shattered, and a person hiding behind the door barely had time to scream before being killed with one stroke.

"Kill!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Immediately, shadows rushed out from the wooden houses and rooftops in front of them.

Each of these figures had their Qi and Blood surging, clearly indicating their strength.

There were more than twenty people, counting them scattered about.

Among them were three individuals with a strong aura, noticeably different from ordinary Inner Power Realm experts.

Some even carried nets and bags of lime powder in their hands.

Even crossbow arrows and other military-controlled items were openly held in their hands.

Evidently, these were means prepared for a surprise attack.

But because Bai Ziyue had seen through the ambush in advance, their preparations fell short.

"So many people?"

Wang Peng was shocked, giving Bai Ziyue a sidelong glance with lingering fear.

Had it not been for this early detection, their group might have been quite troubled by the ambush.

Several layers of nets falling down would even require him to exert a bit of effort to escape, combined with lime to blind them and crossbow arrows flying... just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

But what puzzled him was that even as a late-stage Inner Power Realm expert, he hadn’t noticed the anomaly, so how did Bai Ziyue, whose strength was purportedly lower, detect it?

This was not the time to inquire about it though, as his form moved swiftly to attack.

At the same time, Bai Ziyue, Dong Wenwu, and the others immediately launched their attacks.

The combined strength of the eight, though fewer in numbers compared to the Nine Seals Sect members, took advantage of the scattered formation of the opponents to quickly gain the upper hand.

A Mid-Stage Inner Cultivation Realm martial artist, seeing Bai Ziyue’s somewhat youthful appearance, wrongly assumed his strength was the weakest and slashed diagonally with a saber.

Bai Ziyue flicked his hand back, with a saber light as dark as ink flashing rapidly.

Clang!

The opponent’s long saber abruptly broke, yet the momentum of the black saber didn’t lessen, slicing straight into his head, cutting off half of it.

Meanwhile, Bai Ziyue’s other hand flashed like a phantom, causing the air to vibrate slightly, capturing the broken saber tip in his palm, and quickly launched it.

Poof!

A martial artist who had just leaped down from the rooftop had no time to land before the saber tip pierced his neck, causing him to collapse silently.

Wang Peng, worthy of being a late-stage Inner Power Realm expert, wielded the top-grade renowned Crack Saber he had exchanged from Bai Ziyue.

Clearly, his Crack Saber had undergone special repairs, with the chipped blade edge restored, now smooth as a mirror, becoming resilient and sharp again.

As he struck, the long saber swept through, and in the blink of an eye enveloped two charging Nine Seals Sect disciples, swiftly killing them like a spectacular arc of light.

However, the advantage was only temporary, and soon other members of the Nine Seals Sect surged forward in an attack.

Some martial artists wielding crossbow arrows aimed and shot, the sharp arrows flying rapidly amid the vibrating sound of taut bowstrings, quickly finding their targets.

"Two of you, come with me to entangle him.

Li Qingsong, Bai Feihong, take them down first."

A formidable man wielding a spear lunged at Wang Peng like a flash of lightning.

This man was the strongest among the Nine Seals Sect, possessing mid-stage Inner Cultivation Realm strength, Yu Gang.

Knowing that his power was slightly weaker than Wang Peng’s, he decided to enlist help to deal with him together.

As for the other two, Li Qingsong and Bai Feihong, they also reached the Inner Power Realm; the three of them were the key subordinates under Elder Guo Yun of the Nine Seals Sect.

"Great! I enjoy slaughtering the most."

Bai Feihong sneered and charged toward Bai Ziyue without hesitation.

Earlier, from afar, he had sensed Bai Ziyue’s unusualness, especially the Black God Saber in his hand, causing a glimmer of heat to flash in his eyes.

Treasure Blade!

He prided himself on his keen eyesight and would never mistake it.

Li Qingsong’s eyes flickered with a hint of dissatisfaction and reluctantly chose Dong Wenwu on the other side.

"You’ve picked the wrong opponent."

Bai Ziyue’s cold voice echoed as he stepped forcefully, like a thunderclap, power circulating his entire body, twisting together like a cord.

His figure was as swift as a leopard, rushing directly to Bai Feihong’s front.

Clang!

The jet-black long saber transformed into a rolling thunder, pressing down.

"You’re merely relying on your weapon, I only need three strikes to kill you."

Bai Feihong snorted coldly, his eyes flickering; he was startled when he saw the opponent’s saber.

This saber was decisively different from what he had imagined.

Observing from a distance, he only felt that Bai Ziyue’s sword technique, besides being fast, seemed ordinary.

The reason he could effortlessly kill several Nine Seals Sect disciples was largely due to the sharpness of his long saber.

One strike, astonishingly fast, combined with the tough, sharp blade, often preemptively killed before others could react.

Even if they could react, all they could do was raise their weapons to defend.

But with the opponent wielding the treasure blade, weapons were easily cut before they were subsequently slain.

However, at this moment, when facing Bai Ziyue’s long saber, *he immediately realized that the opponent’s sword technique was far from ordinary.*

*Before the opponent’s long saber fell, his heart and spirit were instantly drawn, almost sinking into it.*

*When his spirit broke free from this inexplicable draw, the long saber had already descended upon his head, and he couldn’t retreat in time.*

Instinctively, he raised his saber in defense.

Clang!

He blocked it.

A flicker of joy flashed through his eyes, for the saber in his hand was not a shoddy piece; even a treasure blade couldn’t easily split it in two.

*Yet, the opponent’s strength seemed overwhelming.*

*Just as doubt began to rise in his mind, Bai Ziyue’s black saber once more surged, transforming into a sweeping tide.*

*The pull of his heart and spirit once again made his gaze blur for a moment.*

"No, I can’t look at his blade."

Bai Feihong was horrified, raising his saber again.

Clang!

"Blocked again."

*Since when had he sunk so low as to feel smug for merely blocking a Peak of Inner Cultivation martial artist’s attack?*

*Counterattack; he must counterattack!*

Suddenly, he felt a cold sensation in his chest and instinctively lowered his head in bewilderment.

He happened to see a jet-black blade piercing directly into his chest.

"You said three strikes to kill me? But you didn’t even block three of mine!"

Bai Ziyue casually jerked the long saber and pulled out the Black God Saber.

As his power grew, Bai Ziyue’s strength and speed unconsciously transformed.

Even though he deliberately suppressed it and didn’t use Inner Strength, his physical power and sword speed had become vastly different compared to when he was at the Peak of Inner Cultivation.

Hence, the final strike seemed incredibly fast but was, in fact, deliberately restrained.

Yet, even so, the opponent couldn’t block it, naturally causing him to sigh in admiration!

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