Killing Malevolent Spirits Again

One by one, Jiang family guards ran past Jiang Dao.

Everyone was trembling and terrified.

Finally, everyone had safely run past.

Just as Jiang Dao was preparing to rein in his horse and follow the others.

Suddenly!

The strange Malevolent Spirit moved directly, at extreme speed, turning into a black shadow and instantly pouncing on one of the guards.

"Ah..."

The guard let out a piercing scream, was knocked to the ground, covered in blood, and looked utterly miserable.

Everyone was shocked and terrified.

Jiang Dao's eyes narrowed, and he roared, "Everyone, don't panic!"

Whoosh!

He drew his long saber like lightning, his anger surging. He patted his horse's back with both hands, leaped into the air, his body seeming to swell by a size, and charged fiercely towards the foul-smelling Malevolent Spirit.

"Die!"

Boom!

Mad Demon Staff Art? Kill!

His long saber swept out, faintly revealing a layer of terrifying dark light, filled with dense killing intent. It was fast and vicious, slashing fiercely at the Malevolent Spirit's body.

The Malevolent Spirit let out a sharp cry, its face covered in blood, looking cruel and terrifying. It raised its palm and lightning-fastly grabbed towards Jiang Dao's long saber.

Bang!

With a roar, Jiang Dao's full-power strike landed heavily on the Malevolent Spirit's arm, erupting with terrifying waves of energy that distorted and vibrated the very air.

The Malevolent Spirit let out a pained cry, and green pus instantly burst from its skin, emitting a foul and terrifying stench.

Then, Jiang Dao lightning-fastly kicked out, and with a bang, he struck the Malevolent Spirit's chest, sending its body flying backward forcefully.

Jiang Dao's eyes glared with rage. He brandished his steel saber and pursued like a storm, each strike a critical hit, bombarding down.

Blood Shadow Saber Art!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The saber techniques were continuous, each strike terrifying and unpredictable, bringing forth waves of bloody shadows.

It was as if the long saber was stained with blood, a terrifying crimson hue.

Fang Biao, who had taught him the saber art, stared with wide eyes, showing shock and disbelief.

"This... this is the Blood Shadow Saber Art? Impossible!"

How long had it been since he taught Jiang Dao the Blood Shadow Saber Art?

And Jiang Dao had already reached such a level.

Every saber strike produced a bloody shadow!

This was a realm only spoken of in legends!

It required at least decades of cultivation.

Even within the sect that taught him the techniques, no one had ever reached this level!

He almost doubted if this was still the Blood Shadow Saber Art.

In an instant, Jiang Dao unleashed dozens of saber strikes, each condensing his power to the extreme.

The Malevolent Spirit cried out repeatedly, being hit continuously, with no room to react.

Suddenly!

With a crack, Jiang Dao's long saber struck the opponent again, only to be shocked and shattered, breaking into more than ten pieces that shot out like flying daggers.

Even Jiang Dao's palms felt numb from the impact.

But he ignored it, suddenly dropping the saber hilt, roaring, and unleashing his hands like dragons, imbued with terrifying power, striking out together.

His palms instantly turned crimson, emitting a pungent, spicy odor, and containing a terrifying poison as they slammed fiercely into the Malevolent Spirit's chest.

Boom! Boom!

The terrifying palm force landed squarely on the Malevolent Spirit's body.

The Malevolent Spirit let out a scream and was sent flying backward, crashing into the distance. Its body sizzled and smoked, rapidly melting away until it turned into a pile of white powder in an instant.

Huff, huff...

Jiang Dao was panting heavily again, his blood and qi surging. His upper body clothes were all shattered by the fierce wind.

Tendrils of white smoke rose from his skin, indicating an extremely high temperature, emitting a unique masculine aura.

His entire body felt like a furnace.

His body began to swell again, his muscles bulging, veins protruding, his entire being filled with an indescribable, terrifying power. His hands were broad, and his arms and feet were all incredibly thick.

The recent battle, though seemingly simple, involved Jiang Dao concentrating his strength to the absolute limit with every strike.

It was equivalent to unleashing his full power instantaneously!

The resulting damage was almost unimaginable.

He took a deep breath, his eyes sharp, and quickly walked towards the pile of white powder where the Malevolent Spirit had turned. He bent down, scooped up some of the powder, felt it carefully, and then opened his status panel to check.

Soon, a glint flashed in Jiang Dao's eyes.

As expected!

Just as he had guessed.

The items on the Malevolent Spirit could cause changes to his panel again.

Behind the five martial arts on his panel, they had all turned to [Modifiable].

Mad Demon Staff Art (120 years later) [Modifiable]

Blood Shadow Saber Art (120 years later) [Modifiable]

Eagle Claw Iron Shirt (60 years later) [Modifiable]

Wind Chasing Saber (60 years later) [Modifiable]

Poison Sand Palm (60 years later) [Modifiable]

A surge of excitement welled up within Jiang Dao, and he secretly felt invigorated.

Now that this was confirmed, he could specifically hunt Malevolent Spirits in the future to modify his martial arts.

He stared intently at the five martial arts, deep in thought.

Among these five, the Mad Demon Staff Art and the Blood Shadow Saber Art had already been upgraded once. Of the remaining arts, the Eagle Claw Iron Shirt would be most beneficial to him, as it could enhance his defense.

The Poison Sand Palm was also quite good!

It was a poisonous palm strike, containing potent venom. Even a Poison Sand Palm with sixty years of cultivation could kill a Malevolent Spirit.

If he were to upgrade it to one hundred and twenty years, wouldn't it be even more terrifying?

With this thought, Jiang Dao directly tapped on the [Eagle Claw Iron Shirt] and [Poison Sand Palm] this time.

Swish! Swish!

Very quickly, both ultimate skills were modified by him to the realm of one hundred and twenty years later.

In an instant, countless unprecedented pieces of information flooded his mind.

Simultaneously, his body and flesh underwent some imperceptible changes.

Especially the Eagle Claw Iron Shirt, reaching the 120-year realm made his flesh and skin even tougher.

Before, he could crush steel blades with his bare hands. Now, even if a steel blade were thrust into him, it probably wouldn't be able to harm him in the slightest.

His stats changed again:

Strength: 2.5

Speed: 2.1

Spirit: 1.2

"However, these five martial arts are still external martial arts, and not even particularly famous ones among them. Even if I modify them to a thousand years, they probably still can't compare to internal martial arts!"

Jiang Dao mused.

If he could obtain an internal martial art, the boost to his strength would be even greater.

What a pity!

Internal martial arts are hard to find!

At least in the entire Hengzhou City, he didn't expect to find any.

Jiang Dao casually discarded the powder in his hand. The bulging muscles on his body quickly returned to normal, all his veins receded, and he walked back towards the caravan, soon mounting the Yellow Roan Horse again.

"My Spirit is still 1.2, what does Spirit represent?"

Jiang Dao pondered internally, filled with many questions.

In any case, there were still many things about this panel that he hadn't fully figured out.

"Dao'er, how are you? Are you alright?"

Ahead, Jiang Dalong had already dismounted from the carriage, his face filled with anxiety, and quickly came over.

"I'm fine, Father. Let's keep moving, don't stop!"

Jiang Dao said.

"Good, as long as you're alright!"

Jiang Dalong nodded repeatedly and quickly got back into the carriage.

The family continued on towards the city gates.

However, the further they walked, the darker it became, with the wind whistling eerily through the streets, emitting a piercing wail.

Jiang Dao walked ahead, a new steel saber now in his hand, gripped tightly as he focused intently.

Suddenly, he spotted another strange Malevolent Spirit not far away.

It was the figure of a scholar.

Standing in an alley, it revealed half its body, appearing dark and eerie. Half of its cheek was exposed, bearing a faint, sinister smile, its pupils pitch-black as it stared intently at them.

Beside the scholar, there was actually a woman dressed entirely in red.

Jiang Dao's heart tightened.

This is bad, these Malevolent Spirits have targeted them!

If this continued, even if they could reach the city gates, the Jiang Family would suffer heavy casualties.

Furthermore, if they attracted the attention of the larger Malevolent Spirits, they would likely suffer even more deaths.

"Young Master, Malevolent Spirits, more Malevolent Spirits..."

Pang Lin's expression shifted. "This won't do. It's at least ten miles to the city gate, and even if we can get there, we'll be surrounded and attacked..."

Jiang Dao's face was extremely grim as he tightly clenched the saber's hilt.