vstars Chapter 29 Cleaning Up the Battlefield
Chapter 29 Cleaning Up the Battlefield
"Snap... snap!"
The sickening cracking of bones rang out repeatedly, and the protective aura surrounding the burly middle-aged leader shattered like paper, his entire chest visibly caved in.
The terrifying force of 12,000 jin instantly shattered his internal organs, caused his eyes to bulge, and made him spit out blood mixed with many pieces of flesh and blood.
"Bang!"
Yang Changsheng's movements did not stop for a moment. His left fist was powerful and fast like thunder. Following closely behind, with even more violent force, it slammed hard into the opponent's face, which was filled with pain, horror and despair.
"puff!"
Like a ripe watermelon struck by a heavy hammer, the burly middle-aged leader's enormous head, along with the lingering horror and disbelief in his eyes, exploded in a thunderous explosion before everyone's horrified gaze.
Red and white, scattered everywhere, a shocking sight!
From the moment the leader of the Jiexiu suddenly launched his attack to the moment he was killed by Yang Changsheng with two punches, the whole process was as fast as lightning, taking only two or three breaths.
A master at the sixth level of Qi Refining was instantly killed by a seemingly unremarkable, handsome young man at the second level of Qi Refining and the fourth level of Body Refinement in such a violent and brutal manner!
This incredibly impactful scene plunged the entire Black Wind Pass into a deathly silence, even the cold wind seemed to have stopped howling.
"Big brother, third brother, Kui Zi!"
The short second brother was manipulating the puppet to collect the spoils of war when he turned around and was met with the horrific sight of his eldest brother's head exploding.
He let out a mournful, desperate wail, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, and he lost all composure.
"I'll make you pay with your life!"
The second brother went completely mad, unleashing his fifth-level Qi Refining power without reservation, his ten fingers dancing wildly.
Two black wooden spider puppets, each the size of a millstone and gleaming with a metallic sheen, suddenly sprang out from the shadows behind him.
Chi!
The spider's mouthparts opened and closed, flashing with a ghostly blue venomous light. Its eight sharp limbs, like razors, whistled through the air as it lunged at Yang Changsheng from the left and right with incredible speed.
Despite being attacked from both sides by two ferocious mid-grade first-tier puppets, Yang Changsheng's eyes remained as calm as ice.
When the four bandits surrounded the obstacle and launched their attack, he had already taken in the entire situation and formulated a battle plan in his mind.
The moment the second brother's puppet appeared, he had already reached into his robes.
篷！
He instantly activated two crimson talismans with his magic power and flung them out. These were the two first-grade low-level fireball talismans that Liu Xiaoying had given him at the end of the gathering.
call out!call out!
Two orange-red fireballs, each the size of a washbasin and radiating intense heat, were aimed precisely at the two blackwood spiders.
However, the target was not the hard shell of the puppet spider, but the almost imperceptible transparent magical manipulation threads that connected Old Twenty's fingers to them.
Chi Chi Chi!
The flames instantly ignited the delicate threads. The temperature of a first-grade low-level fireball talisman was far beyond that of ordinary flames. The seemingly resilient spiritual energy threads groaned under the intense heat and melted and broke instantly.
The two blackwood spiders that had been charging forward with great momentum suddenly froze, like puppets with broken strings, crashing to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust, and unable to move again.
"My puppet!"
The second brother's eyes were bloodshot. The threads he used to control the puppet with his secret technique were burned off, and because his mind was connected to the puppet, he also suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood and instantly becoming weak.
Just as the opponent was shaken to the core by the puppet going out of control, and the magical light barrier dimmed.
Yang Changsheng's water control technique had already been activated silently. A thin, transparent stream of water, almost blending into the night and the moisture, like the most deadly venomous snake, quietly coiled around the last remaining bone-corroding poison needle in his sleeve.
Chi!
The water, carrying poisonous needles, traced two barely perceptible arcs under the refracted moonlight, piercing his brow.
"puff!"
A soft thud of flesh being pierced rang out. The second brother, who was horrified by the puppet going out of control and whose mind had been thrown into disarray, trembled violently. A blood hole appeared between his eyebrows, and his face quickly turned black.
"Uh...hah"
He stared wide-eyed in terror, trying to say something, but only managed to utter a strange, indistinct sound, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness, before collapsing limply to the ground, following in the footsteps of the three.
Under the cold moonlight, the wind howled, and the place became inexplicably silent.
From the appearance of the Three Fiends of Liuyun and their attack, which slaughtered the laborers and rogue cultivators, to Yang Changsheng's swift counterattack that killed Zhao Kui, the leader of the sword cultivators, the second puppeteer, and the short third brother.
The whole process was swift and fluid, taking less than a dozen breaths.
In the mountain valley, only the strong smell of blood, the corpses scattered all over the ground, and the two motionless black wooden spider puppets remained.
Wang Ergou slumped to the ground not far away, covered in dust from being pushed away by Yang Changsheng.
At this moment, his mouth was agape enough to fit an egg, his eyes were wide open, and he stared intently at Yang Changsheng, who stood like a god of death in the moonlight.
The brief incident left my mind blank, and I was so shocked that I couldn't speak.
He never imagined that this friend, with whom he usually farmed, drank jade crystal porridge, and occasionally gave him pointers on magic, would possess such terrifying strength and such ruthless and decisive methods.
"I seem to be more indifferent than I thought... If I had reacted a little faster, I might have been able to save one or two day laborers or rogue cultivators."
Yang Changsheng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and blood and the surging killing intent within his body, his emotions fluctuating.
His mind quickly calmed down. He was just a novice cultivator, how could he have so much extra strength? If the opponent's combat power hadn't been scattered, it would have been impossible to defeat them one by one.
He stepped forward willingly at that time. If those people had all escaped and he had been surrounded and attacked, he might have been able to escape by using his supernatural speed, but Wang Ergou would definitely have died.
……
The battle of wits has ended, but the crisis is not completely over.
The fluctuations of spiritual energy from fighting outside are easily detected, so it's not advisable to stay here for long.
He quickly walked over to Wang Ergou, pulled him up, and asked, "Ergou, are you alright?"
"I'm... I'm fine, Changsheng... are you?"
Wang Ergou's voice trembled, he was at a loss, and his eyes were filled with awe and a sense of unfamiliarity as he looked at Yang Changsheng.
"This place is dangerous. We'll talk about these things after we leave," Yang Changsheng interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for argument.
He then sprang into action, beginning to clean up the battlefield with ghostly speed, displaying an innate skill.
With a clear objective, the first step was to loot all valuable items from Zhao Kui, the middle-aged leader, the second puppeteer, and the short third puppeteer, followed by the day laborers.
He found a bulging storage bag from the middle-aged, burly leader, and another one from the second brother. The third brother had no storage bag, only a few spirit stones and some miscellaneous items.
Zhao Kui's black iron bricks and storage bags were naturally taken as well, while the day laborers were given small cloth bags and packages, which were not of much value.
"The traces of the battlefield must be thoroughly cleaned up so that no one can suspect me."
Immediately afterward, Yang Changsheng muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the ground, especially the four Tribulation cultivators, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.