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Chapter 386: Being Stabbed at Everyday
Zhou Jifeng was flying on his sword so his speed would be greater than Zhang Jin who was running on foot no matter what. When he arrived outside the Evil Sky Pavilion, he saw Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng pulling at each other. He quickly landed and cried out, “This is bad, Mister Third, Mister Fourth. A monster is charging up the mountain!”
“A monster?” Mingshi Yin frowned. He suddenly recalled his master’s word about Ba Ma trying to take the Evil Sky Pavilion down. He had expected some elaborate and intricate plan, he did not expect Ba Ma was such a rash person who would recklessly launch a frontal assault. “I’ll report this to master. Third Senior Brother, you should go have a look.”
“Alright.” Duanmu Sheng raised his Overlord Spear and glanced at Zhou Jifeng before saying, “Inform the others about this. I’ll go have a look.”
“Understood.”
The three of them parted.
Duanmu Sheng’s expression was solemn. He held the Overlord Spear with a backhanded grip as he charged down the mountain. He was barely halfway down when he saw Zhang Jin sprinting up.
Zhang Jin’s face was pale, clearly devoid of blood. His body was riddled with wounds as well.
Duanmu Sheng could tell something was wrong and did not hesitate to brandish his Overlord Spear and stab at Zhang Jin. He dove slightly as up to 100 spear shadows that were shrouded with energy stabbed at Zhang Jin’s face at lightning speed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The spear shadows stabbed Zhang Jin’s chest, causing sparks to fly.
‘He’s tough!’ Duanmu Sheng was alarmed. However, he was not afraid. Energy surged out of his body as he continued with a barrage of attacks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fruit of his training under the waterfall was displayed at this moment. His attacks were accurate every single time.
Zhang Jin retreated before he finally reeled back.
The Overlord Spear’s attack was fierce.
Clang!
Duanmu Sheng resembled a mountain god at this moment. He stood on the steps with his Overlord Spear in one hand as he looked at the reeling Zhang Jin.
Zhang Jin rolled down the steps. When he was a distance away, he came to a top and rose to his feet again.
“Stand down,” an imposing voice said at this moment.
Duanmu Sheng looked behind him. He saw his master riding Whitzard’s back.
Little Yuan’er, Mingshi Yin, Zhao Yue, and the Old Age Pavilion’s Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao appeared in the air as well. All of them were looking at the scene.
Lu Zhou looked at Zhang Jing with a frown. “Hengqu Branch’s Grand Elder, Zhang Jin.”
Mingshi Yin asked, “Wasn’t he killed by Second Senior Brother?”
“A dead man?” Many female disciples at the back grew fearful at this. ‘That’s a dead man?’
The young female disciples had limited knowledge about the matters of the world. It was only natural for them to be frightened by this scene.
Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao thought about witchcraft at once when they saw the scene.
Pan Litian laughed. “It’s been a long time since I’ve witnessed such a witchcraft spell… Pan Zhong, bring Buddhist Master Xu Jing here.”
Pan Zhong cupped his fists and flew toward the northern pavilion immediately.
At this moment, the talisman on Zhang Jin’s body fell off.
Crackle!
The talisman ignited. However, the flames were peculiar. It formed a purple circle in the air. A voice rang from the circle. “Yu Shangrong has been afflicted by my spell. His days are numbered. If you’re powerful enough… I challenge you to a battle beyond this mountain.” As soon as the voice stopped, the purple circle vanished.
Leng Luo said as he hovered in the air, “A Voice Projection Talisman… He can control a corpse as well. This person’s witchcraft is complicated. He shouldn’t be underestimated.”
Pan Litian said, “Didn’t you hear him? He’s confident that Mister Second is going to die. How I’d love to spit on his face right now.”
“Do it, then,” Leng Luo said provocatively.
“I might just do that!” Pan Litian said. His voice had barely faded as he dove toward Zhang Jin, shrouded in a golden light. His gourd bottle shone with a golden light as well as it circled him.
“As expected of the Clarity Sect’s greatest expert… I mean, as expected of the only geezer with a heaven-grade weapon in the Old Age Pavilion,” Mingshi Yin praised.
Pan Litian moved swiftly as he dove down. He wielded his gourd bottle with a hand as a fan-shaped energy shot out from the gourd bottle.
Boom!
Zhang Jin remained expressionless as he reeled from the attack.
After sending his target flying, Pan Litian frowned slightly. “The corpse has been fortified by witchcraft… The culprit is a witchcraft genius, alright.”
Hua Wudao nodded. “In terms of strength, this person is definitely more powerful than an Eight-leaf cultivator… Yet, the biggest shortcoming of witchcraft is that it needs a long preparation time. If I may say so, I have a suggestion…”
“What is it?” Mingshi Yin asked.
“Let’s get on the flying chariot and keep flying for 10 days or a fortnight. The spell will disintegrate once he reaches his limit.” Hua Wudao felt that his suggestion was extremely logical and satisfactory. This was a countermeasure that took advantage of witchcraft’s shortcomings. If their opponent wanted to throw a net, all they had to do was avoid it. However, he felt that the looks that were directed at him were rather strange. ‘Did I say something wrong?’
After Zhang Jin landed, his chest had caved in at the spot where he was hit by the gourd bottle. Even so, he rose to his feet expressionlessly.
“It’s nothing but a tough puppet. I’ll show you.” Pan Litian walked on air again.
“Don’t be hasty. Look at what’s beyond the mountain…” Leng Luo said.
The others looked.
Under the cover of night, a huge crowd was slowly making their way toward them, emitting a strange aura.
“So many of them!” Zhu Honggong exclaimed in surprise, “Good heavens! Master, I think that we should consider Elder Hua’s suggestion.”
“You wimp! Grow a backbone, will you?” Mingshi Yin pushed Zhu Honggong aside.
At this moment, Buddhist Master Xu Jing led dozens of his disciples in the air toward them. They formed a neat square formation.
“Amitabha. Finally, I have the opportunity to repay you, Benefactor Ji.” Xu Jing looked at the horde of puppets at the foot of the mountain. “I’ve told my other disciples to hurry over.”
“Nice one, old monk…” Zhu Honggong said with a smile.
“All in a day’s work.”
Lu Zhou looked at the puppets below who seemed to be as numerous as ants and said, “Hua Yuexing.”
Hua Yuexing stepped forward from her position at the back. She bowed and said, “I’m here.”
“The skies are your territory. You have the Falling Moon Bow. Do your best and try to take out the spellcaster if you can.” Lu Zhou flew higher on Whitzard. A higher altitude would provide him with a better vantage point.
Hua Yuexing understood what Lu Zhou meant, and she followed him.
Lu Zhou glanced at the situation before flying downward.
Hua Yuexing leaned forward and looked down at her surroundings as well. She raised the Falling Moon Bow and pulled on the bowstring…
Whizz!
With a whistle, the arrow sailed through the air.
It was especially dazzling in the dark of night.
Bam!
The arrow hit a puppet on the ground.
The puppet fell with a thud, but it quickly got back onto its feet.
“I have to take out the spellcaster… These puppets are dead. They’ll only rise back up no matter how I attack.”
The others understood this as well.
Any intelligent witchcraft cultivator would hide and control his puppets from afar. Who knew where the spellcaster was right now?
Lu Zhou swept his gaze across the forest and said, “Elder Hua, defend the Evil Sky Pavilion.”
“Understood.” Hua Wudao was not suited for attacks. Naturally, he was happy to be in charge of protecting their home base.
Mingshi Yin said, “Master, why are their bodies so tough?”
Lu Zhou replied, “The spellcaster has absorbed vast amounts of life energy and created a blood pool where their bodies were soaked and refined. However, this technique is extremely evil in nature. The more puppets under his control, the greater the backlash would be for the spellcaster.”
Leng Luo added, “He’ll lose at least 200 years of his life.”
“I’m enlightened,” Mingshi Yin said.
“Who cares if they’re tough? I’ll kill them as they come.” Duanmu Sheng tightened his grip on the Overlord Spear tightly as his energy circled him. “Master, I wish to fight!”
Lu Zhou nodded. “Approved.” With him here, these disciples would not be in danger. If only Ba Ma showed his face, he would be able to take Ba Ma out with a Deadly Strike Card. All that would be left after that was to clean up the battlefield.
Now that Duanmu Sheng had been granted permission by his master, he seemed to be filled with vigor. He began his assault by summoning his Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar. Along with his 40-foot-tall avatar, he leaped off the mountain.
“Third Senior Brother… is as fierce as ever.” Mingshi Yin was slightly speechless by this display. This was the reason why he was reluctant to spar with Duanmu Sheng. ‘Who can stand being stabbed at every day…’