Free Web NovelChapter 510: Chapter 279: Courting Death (3)
As a Body Cultivator, handling such an assault was second nature to her.
CLANG!
Several heavy, black Flying Swords were sent tumbling back, only to spin in mid-air. With a chilling glint, they struck again like venomous snakes.
Ling Yuzhu raised a slender hand, and a gossamer veil, fine as smoke and mist, materialized. It formed several layers of light, shielding Ling Changqing within.
As she moved, four more Daoist Soldier Puppets appeared, clad in Heavy Armor and wielding Giant Shields and Sharp Axes. Their horrifying killing intent stunned the entire hall.
She then summoned a slender, graceful Flying Sword shaped like a willow leaf, which drew a blazing arc through the air as it shot back toward the attacker.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides had already exchanged more than ten blows. The two women remained unfazed, having already turned the tables and gained the upper hand.
"Wait, you... you’re Shen Tu Ji Yun?"
Cen Deyang finally realized what was happening and roared, his voice a mixture of shock and fury:
"You bastards from the Guiqing Sea Region! You finally couldn’t resist making a move on our Cen Family? I knew you were harboring ill intentions all along..."
Beside him, Cen Wen Zhong’s expression turned grim. The Guiqing Sea Region bordered the Linsha Sea Region and also had a Nascent Soul True Monarch presiding over it—this very Shen Tu Ji Yun.
In his early years, the man had been a Tribulation Cultivator. He was radical and ruthless, with countless massacres to his name. After advancing to a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he became even more brazen and had long coveted the Linsha Sea Region.
He had once paid a visit, demanding that the Linsha and Guiqing Sea Regions merge. He claimed that from then on, the two powers could join forces to expand their territories, sharing all risks and rewards.
As expected, Cen Deyang refused his demand. This caused him to harbor a grudge, and he vowed to find an opportunity for revenge.
Now, seeing that Cen Deyang had chosen the Ling Family, the man had finally lost his patience and revealed himself.
"...Since your Cen Family fails to see the writing on the wall and doesn’t know what’s good for you, then you deserve to be annihilated today!"
A sinister voice echoed as a blurry black shadow flashed past. Immediately after, the auras of two more Nascent Soul True Monarchs flared for an instant before vanishing.
’He actually managed to find two other Nascent Soul True Monarchs as backup? Or maybe this is a joint operation by several neighboring powers targeting the Cen Family?’
The next moment, with a tremendous roar, the entire ceiling of the grand hall was blown away. A dazzling golden Seal swelled to a hundred zhang in size and smashed down with terrifying might.
Ling Changqing snorted. With a mere flicker of his thought, a giant, earthy-yellow hand, a hundred zhang wide, condensed from thin air and effortlessly caught the Seal.
The giant hand then clenched, gripping the Seal tightly. No matter how the Nascent Soul True Monarch on the other side manipulated his Spirit Techniques, he couldn’t regain control of his Lifebound Magical Treasure.
The face of the middle-aged man in the feathered robe and Daoist cap flushed red. He used every ounce of his strength, but it was to no avail.
In terms of the total amount, purity, and density of his Magical Power, he possessed less than a tenth of Ling Changqing’s. It was no surprise that he was being so thoroughly suppressed.
"Since you’ve come, you may as well all stay," Ling Changqing said unhurriedly.
Over a dozen bolts of blood-red lightning, each as thick as a bucket and pulsing with a destructive aura, descended from above. The middle-aged man was caught off guard, and most of the protective light screens around him shattered.
A sudden scream rang out. In mid-air, Fu Yin Xue relentlessly pursued her target, swinging her Gilded Coiling Dragon Staff. She had already beaten the arrogant Shen Tu Ji Yun so badly that he was coughing up blood, a wretched and battered sight.
The lethality of a Body Cultivator in close combat was common knowledge. Since Shen Tu Ji Yun was not known for his physical prowess, how could he possibly hope to outlast Fu Yin Xue?
The last Nascent Soul True Monarch, a repulsive-looking old crone with wrinkled skin and white hair, was already covered in wounds from Ling Yuzhu’s pursuit. It was clear she would not survive.
Ling Yuzhu was a Mechanical Puppet Master. With four Rank Four Daoist Soldier Puppets assisting her, she was having the easiest time of anyone on the battlefield.
At this point, the slow-to-react Cen Deyang finally made his move. His Magical Treasure was a Sword Array composed of three Flying Swords. Its crisscrossing beams of sword light had already helped Ling Changqing severely wound the middle-aged man.
