Chapter 372 - 156: Enemies Appear, Sword Qi and Dao Talismans, 5 Years Passed
The Daoists from every state had put in immense effort to help them implement the new law.
Now, hearing that the Daoists of an entire state had been slaughtered, how could they not feel a murderous rage?
"Hmph! Talking tough, even with death at your doorstep."
Someone sneered.
The others’ gazes grew even colder, yet no one made the first move.
It seemed he had struck a nerve.
No one wanted to offend a Feathered True Master, especially a terrifying one who had so decisively slain the Leader of the Gui Chen Sect.
The fact that they were hiding proved they were not without fear.
After all, the man before them was said to be a disciple of the Boxing Saint Daoist.
Killing him would surely bring retaliation, perhaps even from the Feathered True Master himself, who might hunt them down personally.
"Alright, that’s enough nonsense!"
"As planned, I’ll kill this Elder Cui. You all lock down the area. The rest of them are yours to deal with!"
Mu Chengyun suddenly spoke, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd before landing on Cui Yanliang.
"Your master killed my Wu Family’s ancestor. This is a blood feud. When you die, don’t blame me."
"If you must blame someone, blame your master!"
BOOM!
The words had barely left his lips when he lunged forward, like a black lotus suddenly blooming in the curtain of rain.
A dense swarm of Soul-controlling Insects buzzed softly, resembling a thick, black cloud.
They blotted out the sky as they descended upon Cui Yanliang in a frenzy.
"Kill!"
With cold cries, the others also unleashed a flurry of Spells into the rain. The attacks erupted instantly, enveloping everyone but Cui Yanliang.
They didn’t dare kill Cui Yanliang.
As for the others, they couldn’t care less!
RUMBLE!
Beneath the curtain of rain, currents of energy surged skyward, so powerful they blew the downpour back up into the heavens.
Jin Yunfeng moved, about to intercept the attack, but he suddenly froze.
He had heard a soft hum.
VMMMM!
The hum of a sword flowed like water, echoing through the curtain of rain.
Cui Yanliang sat cross-legged. A yellowed Dao Talisman burned in his palm, and a visible radiance flowed from his fingertips, coalescing into an intangible Dao Sword.
In the rain, the Dao Sword gleamed, brilliantly reflecting the surging killing intent in Cui Yanliang’s eyes.
Before, when Cui Yanliang was preparing to promote the new law, Su Bai had granted him some means of Shelter.
This Dao Sword had been refined from a wisp of Void Qi that Su Bai had gathered with a simple wave of his hand.
As Su Bai’s Realm grew more profound, even a Dao Sword he created so casually possessed terrifying power.
Even now, this Dao Sword was merely an imprint of the original, manifested by Cui Yanliang through a Dao Talisman.
But its power far surpassed anyone’s imagination.
The moment it appeared, the terrifying radiance it emitted was simply indescribable.
WHOOSH!
The instant the Dao Sword materialized, time itself seemed to stop on the desolate mountain. It was as if the heavy downpour froze for a moment.
"What the hell is that thing?"
Someone cried out in alarm. A chill ran down his spine, as if the tip of a Sword Artifact were pressed between his brows. His expression was one of pure horror.
"Damn it! What is this!?"
"This is bad! Retreat, quickly!"
"This... could this be a life-saving treasure from the Boxing Saint Daoist?!"
"No, he clearly said this old Daoist didn’t have anything to protect himself!"
𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
"Damn it, he lied to us!"
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"
The charging Cultivators’ expressions changed drastically. Believing the Dao Sword was a life-saving treasure given to Cui Yanliang by the Feathered True Master, they scattered and fled in a mad panic.
WHOOSH!
Mu Chengyun, now a swarm of countless Soul-controlling Insects, instantly sensed the immense danger. With a single thought, the insects screeched and scattered, dissolving into the heavy rain.
"A bit of a waste."
Jin Yunfeng shook his head slightly, his raised arm slowly lowering.
"These Dao Talismans are difficult to create, but using one here isn’t a waste..."
Cui Yanliang turned his palm over, and the sword’s light flowed like gentle water.
Then, with a flick of his finger, the Dao Sword soared into the sky.
"They deserve to die!"
BOOM!
The sword’s light tore through the air, accompanied by a great, rolling thunder.
In an instant, the sword’s light filled the curtain of rain above the desolate mountain. A formless, deadly Sword Qi spread out. Wherever it passed, its extreme sharpness seemed to silently slice through everything in its path.
The sword’s light was as vast as an ocean.
It spread out from the desolate mountain like blooming lotuses, their petals stretching from heaven to earth.
Amidst a chorus of screams, it instantly submerged all the attackers.
...
"So extravagant. To think he’d just toss around a Dao Talisman of that Level..."
In the drizzling rain, a group of people had stopped in the distance, gazing into the storm. They could vaguely make out the Sword Qi that shot into the sky, sweeping everything before it.
"Well, look who his master is."
"The Boxing Saint Daoist replaced the Gui Chen Sect. Can you imagine the resources he possesses?"
"Besides, he only has two or three disciples. What’s a mere Dao Talisman to him?"
One of them was so envious that, thinking of his own situation, he almost shed tears of bitter jealousy.
For Cultivators of the Martial Dao, natural talent was important, but without massive resources, progress was painfully slow.
With enough resources for cultivation, even someone with average aptitude in the Martial Dao could advance by leaps and bounds and reach the peak.
Huaisheng Daoist ignored the cynical remarks from Chen Qin’Yin and the White Lotus Daoist. He gazed into the distance and sighed to himself:
’This disciple of Elder Su’s is no ordinary man!’