One Jiang Family servant after another hurried past Jiang Dao.
Every one of them trembled, terrified beyond measure.
At last, everyone made it through safely.
Just as Jiang Dao was about to rein in his horse and follow them.
Suddenly!
That bizarre Malevolent Spirit moved directly. Fast as lightning, it turned into a black shadow and pounced upon one of the servants in an instant.
"Ah..."
The servant let out a shrill scream and was knocked to the ground. He was covered in blood, a miserable sight to behold.
Everyone was horrified.
Jiang Dao's eyes widened as he roared, "Nobody panic!"
Whoosh!
He drew his saber like lightning, fury surging through him. Smacking the horse's back with both hands, he leaped into the air. His body seemed to swell by an entire size as he charged savagely toward the foul-smelling Malevolent Spirit.
"Die!"
Boom!
Mad Demon Staff Art: Baleful Intent!
The saber swept sideways, faintly giving off a terrifying black gleam. Killing Intent billowed thickly around it as it slashed, swift and ruthless, at the Malevolent Spirit.
The Malevolent Spirit released a piercing shriek. Its face was smeared with blood, cruel and horrifying. It raised a hand and grabbed at Jiang Dao's saber like lightning.
Bang!
With a thunderous boom, Jiang Dao's full-force strike smashed into the Malevolent Spirit's arm. Terrifying waves of air erupted, twisting and shaking the air itself.
The Malevolent Spirit screamed as green pus burst from its skin, reeking horribly.
Then Jiang Dao lashed out with a lightning-fast kick. With a bang, it struck the Malevolent Spirit in the chest and sent it flying backward.
Jiang Dao glared furiously, brandishing his steel saber as he pursued it like a raging gale. Blow after blow crashed down in a wild bombardment.
Blood Shadow Saber Art!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The saber technique flowed without end. Every strike was unfathomably terrifying, bringing up wave after wave of dreadful blood shadows.
It was as though the saber had been stained with blood, crimson and chilling.
Fang Biao, who had taught him the saber technique, stared with eyes wide in shock and disbelief.
"This... this is the Blood Shadow Saber Art? Impossible!"
How long had it been since he taught the Blood Shadow Saber Art to Jiang Dao?
Yet Jiang Dao had already trained it to such a realm.
Every saber strike left a blood shadow!
This was a realm that could only be reached in legend!
It required at least several decades of mastery.
Even within the sect that had taught him the technique, no one had ever reached such a level!
He could hardly believe this was still the Blood Shadow Saber Art.
In an instant, Jiang Dao unleashed dozens of savage slashes, every strike condensing his strength to its utmost limit.
The Malevolent Spirit screamed repeatedly as it was struck again and again, without even the slightest room to react.
Suddenly!
With a crack, Jiang Dao's saber struck its body and shattered once more, breaking into more than ten fragments that shot everywhere like throwing knives.
Even Jiang Dao's palm went numb.
Yet he paid it no heed. He suddenly tossed aside the hilt, roared, and thrust out both hands like dragons, carrying terrifying force.
His palms instantly turned crimson, exuding a pungent heat and containing dreadful poison as they smashed fiercely toward the Malevolent Spirit's chest.
Boom! Boom!
The terrifying palm force struck the Malevolent Spirit squarely.
The Malevolent Spirit screamed and flew backward, smashing into the distance. Its entire body hissed as it rapidly melted away, turning into a pile of white powder in the blink of an eye.
Huff, huff...
Jiang Dao panted heavily again, his blood and qi boiling throughout his body. The clothes covering his upper body had all been shredded by the force of the wind.
Wisps of white smoke rose from his skin. He radiated scorching heat and the distinct aura of a virile male creature.
His entire body was like a furnace.
His body had swollen again, his muscles massive and veins bulging. An indescribable, terrifying power filled him from head to toe. His palms were broad, and his arms and feet were all incomparably thick and strong.
The battle had sounded simple enough, but in truth, Jiang Dao had condensed his power to the limit with every blow.
It was equivalent to unleashing all his strength in an instant!
The destructive power it caused was simply unimaginable.
He took a deep breath, his gaze sharp as he quickly walked over to the pile of white powder left behind by the Malevolent Spirit. Bending down, he grabbed a handful of powder and carefully sensed it before opening the panel to inspect it.
Soon, Jiang Dao's eyes flashed.
Just as expected!
It was exactly as he had guessed.
The things left behind by Malevolent Spirits could cause his panel to change again.
The five martial arts on the panel had all become modifiable once more.
Mad Demon Staff Art (one hundred and twenty years later) Modifiable Blood Shadow Saber Art (one hundred and twenty years later) Modifiable Eagle Claw Iron Shirt (sixty years later) Modifiable Wind Chasing Saber (sixty years later) Modifiable Poison Sand Palm (sixty years later) Modifiable ...
Jiang Dao's heart churned as he secretly rejoiced.
So long as this was confirmed, he could hunt Malevolent Spirits specifically in the future and modify his martial arts.
He stared intently at the five martial arts, pondering inwardly.
Of these five martial arts, the Mad Demon Staff Art and Blood Shadow Saber Art had already been enhanced once. Of the remaining ones, Eagle Claw Iron Shirt was the most useful to him, since it could strengthen his defenses.
Poison Sand Palm was not bad either!
This was a poisonous palm technique that contained deadly venom. A Poison Sand Palm with merely sixty years of cultivation could kill a Malevolent Spirit.
If it were modified to one hundred and twenty years, would it not become even more terrifying?
Thinking of this, Jiang Dao directly selected the two supreme arts, Eagle Claw Iron Shirt and Poison Sand Palm.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Very quickly, both supreme arts were modified to the realm of one hundred and twenty years later.
In an instant, countless unprecedented pieces of information appeared in his mind once more.
At the same time, his body and flesh underwent another invisible transformation.
Eagle Claw Iron Shirt in particular, once trained to the realm of one hundred and twenty years later, made his flesh and skin even tougher.
Previously, he could crush a steel saber with his bare hands. Now, even if a steel saber were thrust into his body, it likely would not harm him in the slightest.
His various attributes changed once more.
Strength: 2.5 Speed: 2.1 Spirit: 1.2 ...
"Still, these five martial arts are ultimately all external techniques. And even among external techniques, they are not particularly famous. Even if they were truly modified to a thousand years later, I'm afraid they still could not compare to internal arts!"
Jiang Dao pondered.
If he could obtain an internal art, the boost to his strength would be even greater.
Unfortunately!
Internal arts were difficult to find!
At the very least, there was no hope of finding one in all of Hengzhou City.
Jiang Dao casually threw away the powder in his hand. The swollen muscles on his body swiftly returned to normal, all his bulging veins sinking back beneath his skin. He walked toward the convoy and quickly mounted the Yellow Roan Horse again.
"Spirit has remained at 1.2 the whole time. What exactly does spirit represent?"
Jiang Dao's heart was filled with questions as he pondered.
In any case, there was still much about this panel that he had yet to fully understand.
"Dao'er, how are you? Are you alright?"
Up ahead, Jiang Dalong had already climbed down from the carriage. His face was tense as he hurried over.
"I'm fine, Father. Let's keep moving. Don't stop!"
Jiang Dao said.
"Good. As long as you're fine!"
Jiang Dalong nodded repeatedly and hurried back into the carriage.
The family continued toward the city gate.
Yet the farther they went, the darker it became. A chilling wind howled through the streets, its wails piercing the ear.
Jiang Dao led the way. A new steel saber had appeared in his hand, and he gripped it tightly, fully alert.
Suddenly, he spotted another bizarre Malevolent Spirit not far away.
It was a figure that looked like a scholar.
It stood in an alley, only half its body exposed. Dark and strange, one side of its face was visible, wearing a faint, eerie smile. Its pupils were pitch-black as it stared fixedly at them.
Beside the scholar stood a woman dressed entirely in red.
Jiang Dao's heart tightened.
Not good. These Malevolent Spirits had fixed their eyes on them!
If this continued, even if they reached the city gate, the Jiang Family would suffer grievous casualties.
And if they drew the attention of those greater Malevolent Spirits, even more of them would die.
"Young Master, Malevolent Spirits... more Malevolent Spirits..."
Pang Lin's expression shifted as he said, "This won't do. We still have at least a dozen li before the city gate. Even if we make it there, we'll be surrounded and attacked..."
Jiang Dao's expression was incomparably grim as he clenched the saber hilt tightly.
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