Unrestricted Dao Lord

"Dugu Jian?"

Lin Huan said coldly, "Zhang Su, there’s no need to probe any further. Dugu Jian isn’t here! But the eight of us are more than enough. If all eight of us die..."

Zhang Su understood immediately. "Your Five Elements Sect Elders are truly ruthless. They can’t command Dugu Jian, so they resort to this. If you can kill me, then all is well. But if you can’t, and I kill you instead, then Dugu Jian will have no reason not to act. So, you’re all just pawns of the Five Elements Sect Elders."

Lin Huan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

But he didn’t refute it.

In fact, they all knew.

But knowing was one thing; they still had to obey the Elders’ commands.

"Enough with the nonsense. Pawns or not, obeying orders or not, the eight of us have only one goal today, and that is to kill you!"

As soon as Lin Huan finished speaking.

WHOOSH.

The eight of them attacked at once.

These eight were no nobodies. They were all on the Huajin bounty list, elites among their peers.

Even without Dugu Jian, it was a lineup that likely even Han Guiyi couldn’t withstand.

This was why Lin Huan was so full of confidence.

Zhang Su was surrounded by Huajin experts.

But the more dire the situation, the calmer he became.

Facing the siege of eight Huajin experts, Zhang Su advanced instead of retreating.

He targeted the person closest to him.

To his right. Zhang Su didn’t know the man’s name, but since he was on the Huajin bounty list, he couldn’t be weak.

CLANG.

Zhang Su drew his sword.

In the darkness of the night, a brilliant flash of sword light flickered.

Immediately after, the sharp edge of his blade pointed straight at the Huajin Martial Artist to his right.

From within the sword light, one could even hear the fierce sounds of wind and thunder.

Zhang Su didn’t hesitate, immediately unleashing the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, powered by his Divine Intent.

SWISH.

Zhang Su’s Cold Frost Sword was too fast.

That Huajin Martial Artist used a saber and almost instinctively raised it to block.

His combat experience was extremely rich.

He didn’t need to kill Zhang Su with a single strike. He just needed to block this one sword attack, and Zhang Su would naturally be wounded, or even slain, by the others!

Zhang Su was indeed strong; anyone who could kill Sikong Shuang was certainly not weak.

But he was also a Huajin Martial Artist. He refused to believe he couldn’t even block a single one of Zhang Su’s sword strikes.

CLINK...

The sword and saber clashed, but Zhang Su’s blade only grazed the body of the saber before its sharp edge unexpectedly swept lightly across the man’s neck.

"What?"

The Huajin Martial Artist’s eyes widened.

He couldn’t seem to fathom how he had failed to block even a single strike from Zhang Su.

How could the gap in their skills be so vast?

Zhang Su was strong, but he was only an Inner Force Martial Artist.

THUD.

A Huajin Martial Artist had fallen to the ground, just like that.

With just one strike, a Huajin Martial Artist was dead!

However, someone did indeed thrust a sword at Zhang Su’s back.

This was the fastest one among them.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Zhang Su swept his sword directly behind him.

TING...

Zhang Su’s sword accurately swept against the longsword of the Huajin expert behind him, knocking it aside.

At that moment, Zhang Su’s Body Technique was pushed to its limit as he barely dodged the other attackers.

Lin Huan’s pupils contracted.

He watched Zhang Su’s figure, still in disbelief.

’Zhang Su hasn’t grasped the transformations of Power and isn’t a Huajin Martial Artist, so how can he predict an attack from behind? How could he so accurately parry the sword from behind?’

Of course, Lin Huan didn’t know that Zhang Su possessed a keen perception that was infinitely close to Martial Sense.

To some extent, it was even sharper than that of a Huajin Martial Artist.

As long as no one made a move, it was fine.

But once the fight began, Zhang Su had a perfect grasp of his surroundings.

Even in the dark of night, even while surrounded, the speed of these men seemed incredibly slow in Zhang Su’s perception.

As long as his Body Technique was fast enough, dealing with these eight wouldn’t be difficult!

Of course, now there were only seven.

"Junior Brother Liu!"

Seeing the Huajin Martial Artist lying in a pool of blood, the remaining seven were filled with grief and rage.

"Die!"

A Huajin Martial Artist viciously slashed his saber at Zhang Su.

As if trying to avenge the Huajin Martial Artist from before.

But Zhang Su had already broken out of their encirclement. Now, he could leave or fight as he pleased.

However, Zhang Su didn’t want to leave now.

’These remaining seven... they’re all merit points! Every one of them is on the Huajin bounty list. Killing them is a thousand merit points each. This is basically free merit points being delivered to my doorstep. How could I give this up?’

And so, the Cold Frost Sword swept directly toward his opponent.

This time, there was no sound of wind and thunder.

But the Great Three Yang Power within Zhang Su’s body had already erupted.

His Twelve Layers of Internal Strength also erupted.

His sword wasn’t as fast, but its power had reached a terrifying level.

Against this kind of explosive power, even Sikong Shuang had been at a disadvantage.

BANG.

A muffled thud rang out.

The Huajin Martial Artist felt a tremor run through his entire body.

An immense force vibrated up his arm, numbing the web of his thumb, and he nearly lost his grip on his saber.

Seizing the moment the Huajin Martial Artist froze, Zhang Su’s sword style changed. It was the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique again—swift as lightning, it instantly slit the Huajin Martial Artist’s throat.

SQUELCH.

The Huajin Martial Artist’s eyes went wide.

He could only stare fixedly at Zhang Su.

’Unstoppable! Completely unstoppable!’

"Two," Zhang Su said calmly.

In the blink of an eye, he had already killed two of them.

Though they were both on the Huajin bounty list, Zhang Su compared the two with Sikong Shuang.

He found that these two were far inferior.

’Nowhere near as strong as Sikong Shuang.’

After all, back then, it had taken Zhang Su a full eleven strikes to kill Sikong Shuang.