Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses - Chapter 415 - 413: Clash
Chapter 415: Chapter 413: Clash
“This damned bird is too arrogant!” The burly man holding a pair of golden melons had a fierce glint in his eyes. “Since that’s the case, we won’t be polite, let’s slaughter them all!”
The people dressed in white embroidered with the characters ’Wangjiang’ heard this and either unsheathed their swords with a swift motion or assumed a combat stance, their expressions resolute and devoid of fear.
Most of them had migrated to Ping’an Village from Wangjiang over three years ago.
The young man with a folding fan is Zhan Weida, Lou Yi’s friend, and the rugged old man with disheveled hair and bare feet is Old Master Shi.
The one-armed man with a gaunt face is Daoist Xuanji, while the formidable man with two golden melons is Overlord Chu Feng…
Originally belonging to different factions, these people have now banded together tightly across the river, becoming important members of Wangjiang Sect.
Seeing the unexpected visitors across from them preparing to attack.
The people of Wangjiang Sect naturally won’t sit idly by, their fighting spirit soaring, ready for battle.
The group that came to Ping’an Village intending to cause trouble are naturally people of the Wang Family.
Because their family produced a Foundation Establishment Elder from a major sect, their influence is currently at its peak, becoming an emerging cultivator family in Zhao Kingdom.
Upon observing the reaction of Wangjiang Sect’s people, the Wang Family members showed expressions of disdain.
A young man confidently stepped onto the vacant ground in the center: “A mere martial artist sect, I can handle it alone!”
“Even so, Wang Feng, don’t be careless.”
“Wang Feng, don’t disgrace the Wang Family!”
Seeing this, other members of the Wang Family laughed and jeered, treating it as a game, completely disregarding the martial artists on the opposite side.
The young male cultivator named ’Wang Feng’ appeared only in his twenties or thirties, but his Qi cultivation was substantial, with an aura indicating he had reached the fifth level of Qi cultivation, not far from the late stage.
Overlord Chu Feng jumped straight out.
“Youngster, your opponent is me!”
“Courting death!”
A cold light flashed in Wang Feng’s eyes.
Next moment, his entire body burst with spiritual power.
“Ice Spike!”
A remarkably textured blue talisman paper was thrown into the air, shining brilliantly.
It transformed into hundreds of semi-transparent ice spikes, shooting swiftly towards Chu Feng below.
Each ice spike was as thick as a thumb, glimmering with icy cold light.
’Let’s see how you block this!’ Wang Feng sneered internally.
Though he looked down on martial artists, his attacks were as vicious as possible, seeking to swiftly resolve the battle.
This martial artist, wielding two heavy golden melons, likely lacks flexibility and mobility. How could he block hundreds of ice spikes faster than ordinary arrows?
Wang Feng seemed to foresee the tragic scene of him being pierced with holes.
Seeing the freezing sharp ice spikes rushing towards him.
A trace of disdain flashed across Overlord Chu Feng’s face.
“Ha!”
He roared furiously, his muscles swelling like mounds, then he began to spin the golden melons.
The heavy golden melons, seeming weightless in his hands, spun rapidly like two golden whirlwinds.
True strength was fully infused, forming an impenetrable white barrier!
Loud ’bang bang bang’ collisions echoed continuously.
Numerous ice spikes entered Chu Feng’s defensive barrier and were instantly crushed to powder.
Countless tiny ice fragments scattered, and many melted instantly under intense friction, forming billowing white mist.
Making Chu Feng appear as if he stood amidst steaming clouds, even more invincible.
This formidable individual who reached Martial Master Realm years ago in Wangjiang.
Crossing the river and integrating various skills, his cultivation progressed further, perhaps not inferior to Wangjiang’s former number one, Meng Konghua!
“Insignificant skill, die!”
Chu Feng’s figure flickered, swiftly disappearing from his original position, rapidly closing in on the opposing cultivator.
Wang Feng’s face changed, hastily dodging to the side while throwing out another talisman.
It transformed into a giant blue ice sword over ten feet long, slashing fiercely towards Chu Feng!
’Whoosh!’
The ice sword moved astonishingly fast, gleaming dazzlingly under the scorching sun.
But Chu Feng merely hurled one of his golden melons, colliding with the ice sword, smashing it into pieces instantly!
The other golden melon whistled furiously towards Wang Feng, like thunder striking, its momentum astonishing!
Horror was evident on Wang Feng’s face, only feeling the air around him being compressed, his movements becoming slightly sluggish.
Just as he was about to be hit by the golden melon.
Another young Wang Family cultivator suddenly stood up.
His hands rapidly formed complex spells, chanting continuously.
Amidst the surge of spiritual power, a wall of earth seven to eight feet high but two feet thick rose up, promptly standing before the golden melon.
’Bang!’
The earthen wall, under the heavy blow of the Golden Melon, was covered with spider-web-like cracks, then suddenly exploded, but in the end, barely managed to block this strike.
“So even cultivators are only so-so!” Chu Feng laughed loudly, rapidly moving and snatching the Golden Melon weapon back into his hands.
On the Wang family’s side, everyone wore furious expressions, feeling contemptuously mocked by the barbarians in their eyes!
“Useless.” The Wang family patriarch looked disapprovingly at Wang Feng, scaring Wang Feng even paler.
“I, Wang Yong, will kill him!”
The third young talent of the Wang family stepped forward.
He was tall and handsome, with an aura at the sixth level of Qi Cultivation, just a step away from the late stage!
“Green Vine!”
With a light shout, the ground ahead began to surge violently, as if boiling.
Then, green vines burst out from the ground, stretching menacingly towards Chu Feng and the members of the Wangjiang Sect.
This young man had high ambitions, wanting not only to defeat Chu Feng in one strike but also to capture all the Wangjiang martial artists in one go, to regain the previous defeat of his clan.
’Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!’
The green vines were as thick as thighs, covered with sharp black thorns, flashing with a cold glint.
The vines dragging on the ground carved deep tracks, like hundreds of giant serpents swiftly shuttling.
The momentum was frenzied, the spectacle grand, and any obstacles in their way would be easily crushed!
Wang Yong wore a confident expression.
The spell before them, he had been practicing for more than ten years, proficient to the point of being comparable to the late stage of Qi Cultivation.
Each vine was as tough as steel, impervious to blades, unharmed by water or fire.
A hundred vines attacked in unison, making him a one-man army!
Facing such a fierce attack, the members of the Wangjiang Sect indeed changed their expressions, retreating one by one.
Only a one-armed old man stepped forward, dressed in a white Daoist robe, with a clear appearance and a calm expression.
He raised a golden sword with his right arm and then quickly pointed forward dozens of times!
The sword shadows were brilliant, and dozens of visible white air columns formed instantly, each as thick as an arm.
They surged forward, crashing against the green vines without yielding a step!
The continuous booming sounds of ’bang, bang, bang’ echoed.
The green vines were precisely blocked by these air columns.
Although not suffering devastating damage, they were knocked crooked, their vitality greatly diminished, becoming weak and listless.
“What?!” Wang Yong was astonished to see his spell broken.
He intensified the input of spiritual power, intending to re-mobilize the Green Vine magic.
But Chu Feng wasn’t going to give him the chance.
The Golden Melon was hurled, with a whistling wind, towards Wang Yong.
Simultaneously, his body blurred, charging towards the opponent like an arrow released from a bow.
Wang Yong didn’t dare let a martial artist get close, desperately dodging.
Seeing Chu Feng about to reach him, his eyes involuntarily showed a trace of fear.
’Whoosh!’
A red light shot out from the Wang family’s camp, fiercely aiming at Chu Feng!
Someone from the Wang family had acted, unwilling to see Wang Yong in danger.
“Despicable!”
“If you can’t play, don’t play!”
The commotion had already attracted a large number of Ping’an Village residents to gather and watch.
Seeing the Wang family shamelessly gang up on Chu Feng, they cursed one after another.
The faces of the Wang family members were not looking good.
But the assailant did not stop, the red light still shooting right to Chu Feng’s front.
’Clang!’
Chu Feng grabbed the Golden Melon, striking back the red light with a crisp metallic clang.
’Whoosh, whoosh!’
However, one black and one white light flew out from the Wang family camp again, attempting to flank Chu Feng.
Chu Feng had just repelled the flying sword’s attack, now at a dangerous moment of spent old strength and yet to generate new strength.
At this moment, a figure flashed before Chu Feng.
Two silvery flashes appeared suddenly, intercepting the two flying swords that had just approached.
The person who intervened was tall, barefoot, with disheveled hair draped over his shoulders, flying wildly in the wind.
Holding two silver hooks, his eyes glowing brightly, wasn’t it Old Man Shi?
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