Free Web NovelChapter 277: Chapter 51: The Carriage Stops on the Mountain on a Rainy Night (Part 2)
These Nine-headed Celestial Demons were all Tier Two, ferocious and evil, with extraordinary Divine Techniques. The moment they appeared, streams of strange demonic thoughts locked onto Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng snorted coldly. His Magical Power surged, and he became one with his sword, transforming into an ethereal, formless streak of sword light that shot through the void like a bolt of lightning!
Faster than lightning, the sword light pierced through one Celestial Demon after another, leaving the sky filled with mangled corpses that plummeted to the ground.
Before the corpses of the Celestial Demons could even hit the ground, they were swept up by a vast, pitch-black Demonic Light and completely refined into ash.
The sky instantly fell silent.
Fang Cheng materialized and glanced toward Hua Yutang. He saw that his Fifth Senior Sister had also slain her Celestial Demon and was watching him with a gentle smile.
"Junior Brother, do you have a way to store this piece of Outer Realm Cold Iron?" Hua Yutang asked softly.
Fang Cheng had many storage bags, but none were large enough to hold such a massive piece of cold iron in one go.
He measured it with his eyes and said, "If I can cut it into three pieces, I can fit them into my storage bags."
As he spoke, he flicked his finger, sending out the Flying Fish Sword. A peerlessly sharp streak of sword light shot out and circled the Outer Realm Cold Iron a few times.
A piercing screech of friction rang out, and a shower of sparks flashed, stirring up bursts of Ice Thunder on the cold iron.
When the Thunder Light dissipated, all that was left on the cold iron were a few circular Sword Marks. The iron hadn’t been cut through.
Fang Cheng’s brow furrowed slightly. He was about to summon his newly acquired Tier Three Flying Sword Youhong to see if it could break the iron.
Just then, an angry shout came from the distance: "Which rats dare to steal treasure within the territory of my Rakshasa Sect?!"
Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow and turned to look.
He saw a magnificent, fragrant carriage flying in from the horizon, pulled by two Cyan Birds. A pale-faced young man with a rakish and dashing demeanor sat inside, flanked by two beautiful women.
Behind the carriage followed four old servants in cyan robes, their auras astonishingly powerful.
All seven of them had Life Talisman Cultivation. Among the four old servants in particular, one was at the Late-Life Talisman Stage, and three were at the Mid-Life Talisman Stage.
The one who had just shouted the question was the leader of the group, a cyan-robed old man at the Late-Life Talisman Stage.
’There’s a sect in this place...’
This was Fang Cheng’s first thought.
The next moment, he saw the greedy looks in the eyes of these cultivators.
The young man in the magnificent carriage, with an arm around each woman, shifted his gaze from the Outer Realm Cold Iron to Fang Cheng and Hua Yutang, a disdainful sneer on his face.
He laughed frivolously and said, "Old Can, do you recognize this iron?"
The leading cyan-robed old man bowed and said, "Young Master, if this old servant is not mistaken, this should be Outer Realm Cold Iron. Cultivators from the Nine Nether Demon Sect often use this iron to refine Sword Pills."
The young man nodded and smiled. "I once owed a favor to Bing Wuyi, the Saintess of the Nine Nether Demon Sect. I’ll give this iron to her to repay it."
The cyan-robed old man accepted the order. "Young Master, how should we deal with these two cultivators?"
The young man said nonchalantly, "Kill the man. Leave the woman to be a Tripod Furnace."
"Yes."
The cyan-robed old man straightened up, his aura rising steadily. He said to his three companions, "Let’s move. Don’t let these two escape."
With that, the four of them calmly flew out, taking up positions in four directions to surround Fang Cheng, Hua Yutang, and the enormous piece of Outer Realm Cold Iron.
The cyan-robed old man thrust a palm toward Fang Cheng from a distance. A giant cyan hand, about the size of an acre, appeared in the void and pressed down on Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng frowned slightly. ’The cultivators here are far too arrogant, attacking without a word to kill and steal treasure.’
A trace of anger rose in his heart. With a wave of his long sleeve, a streak of sword light shot up like lightning piercing the clouds. In an instant, it flashed and slashed the giant cyan hand in two.
The sword light twisted gracefully, shifting and maneuvering until it was instantly before the cyan-robed old man.
The corner of the cyan-robed old man’s eye twitched. He hastily summoned a Long Halberd to block the sword light.
The sword light abruptly vanished.
Although the sky was clear with a bright moon and not a cloud in sight, a vast and incessant rumbling of thunder echoed.
Sword Qi Thunder Sound.
The cyan-robed old man swung his Long Halberd, its afterimages dancing like a coiled flood dragon, unleashing a myriad of Senluo manifestations with astonishing killing intent.
Whenever the Flying Sword and the Long Halberd clashed, a dazzling, crystal-clear sword light would manifest. It was hair-raisingly sharp to the extreme, striking a chill into one’s heart.
Seeing this, the other three cyan-clothed men realized Fang Cheng was not to be trifled with. They quickly left one man to deal with Hua Yutang while the remaining two charged at Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng gave a grim smile. A gleaming golden rope suddenly shot out from his sleeve. Before the two cyan-clothed cultivators could react, there was a flash of golden light in the sky, and the Immortal Binding Rope had already entangled them.
Fang Cheng took out the Black Dragon Cloud-Riding Staff, stepped forward, and smashed each of their heads with a single blow. He then took their storage bags before a wave of Demonic Light swept over, refining their bodies into nothing.
The situation changed as fast as a flash of lightning. In the span of a single breath, two cyan-clothed cultivators had been killed on the spot. Even if the Young Master had wanted to intervene, it was too late.
Then, Fang Cheng activated the Immortal Binding Rope again. In the same fashion, he bound the cyan-clothed cultivator fighting Hua Yutang in the blink of an eye.
Hua Yutang sent her sword light circling around and severed his head.
Only then did Fang Cheng calmly look up at the sky and point a finger.
The Tier Three Flying Sword Youhong shot out abruptly, transforming into a brilliant streak of sword light. Carrying the power to tear the heavens asunder, it reached the cyan-robed old man in an instant.
Although this man had a Late-stage Life Talisman Cultivation, he was still a far cry from Cai Li.
He was only slightly stronger than the likes of the Mad Daoist.
Youhong was a Flying Sword refined by Life Soul Realm cultivators; its sharpness was unparalleled.
With a single flash of the sword in the sky, the cyan-robed old man was instantly sliced in two.
Its power undiminished, the sword light shot across the sky and slashed toward the young man in the magnificent carriage.
The young cultivator gave a cold smile and casually tossed out a white jade tablet.
