Overwhelming Others with Strength

Linghu Chong and Monk Bujie composed themselves and looked around.

Ji Boying casually killed the four top-tier masters of the Demonic Cult Sect to rescue Linghu Chong, and then resumed fighting with the elders of the Demonic Cult.

His tall figure moved nimbly and gracefully among the Demonic Cult sect's experts.

The sword flashed, carrying a menacing killing intent.

With a casual strike, his sharp sword forced the renowned elder of the Demonic Cult Sect into a sorry state, and no one dared to confront him head-on.

Sang Sanniang's mangled body was still lying on the ground.

Blood was everywhere.

To the right of Sang Sanniang's body, there was another immobile corpse and a rolled-off head.

Another large arm fell from behind her to the left.

Clearly, when Linghu Chong was cornered by four masters of the Demonic Cult, Ji Boying had already dealt with the Demonic Cult elders who came to rescue Tong Baixiong and had also taken the head of the Eagle Hero Shangguan Yun.

Despite being protected by the crowd, he bravely charged into the enemy ranks and cut off Tong Baixiong's right arm.

He was quite relaxed, keeping an eye on everything around him, and noticed Linghu Chong's perilous situation. He then used four Iron Bodhi Seed to save his Senior Disciple Brother Linghu Chong.

Where are the reinforcements?

Tong Baixiong roared in a rough voice, his voice hoarse with fear, no longer displaying the majesty of a lion.

The reinforcements he had been waiting for never arrived.

At this point, there was no need to worry about keeping secrets or alerting the enemy.

"The code has been sent, but there has been no response yet!"

The Venerable Yellow Face Jia Bu was also quite embarrassed and responded in a distressed manner.

In the blink of an eye, two more Banner Master the Demonic Cult were slain by Ji Boying's sword.

Wang Cheng and Qin Weibang, who were besieging Yue Buqun, were also exhausted and no match for him.

The Demonic Cult sent forty or fifty experts, yet they couldn't defeat the Mount Hua Sect.

Those on the periphery who couldn't get involved only used hidden weapons to harass others.

However, with the enhancement of Yue Buqun's refined internal energy, his reaction was extremely fast, and these hidden weapons could not hit him at all.

It goes without saying that dealing with Ji Boying was even more difficult. His movements were elusive and agile, making him extremely difficult to lock onto. One could only try their luck by throwing out hidden weapons.

If they miss, they think it's because they were lucky.

If the hidden weapon were to actually come at Ji Boying, forcing him to swing his Ji Boying to block it, then they would be the ones to cry out in alarm.

They could tell that Ji Boying's skill with Hidden Projectile was clearly inherited from the Qingcheng Sect. Since Yu Canghai was killed by him, it was only natural that he would seize the Qingcheng Sect's hidden weapon techniques.

Even though they already knew that Ji Boying was a genius rarely seen in the world, they were still shocked. How long had it been since Yu Canghai was killed? Yet, the Qingcheng Sect's strongest hidden weapon skills had displayed astonishing power in Ji Boying's hands.

The method of releasing force with hidden weapons used by Ji Boying was clearly the Qingcheng Sect's "Qing Nine Strikes, City Eighteen Breaks".

Iron Bodhi Seed, Iron Lotus Seed, Green Bee Nails, throwing knives, throwing needles, Bone-Penetrating Nails are all readily available to him.

When Ji Boying parried other people's hidden weapons, he would often retaliate.

With a slight movement of his left hand within his sleeve, a hidden weapon struck head-on with swift force.

Ji Boying relied purely on brute force to overpower others and win through skill.

He abandoned all concealment and focused on Hidden Projectile, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

They can hit you right in front of you, not only accurately, but also so hard you can't defend yourself.

That's what makes it all the more absurd.

A genius like Linghu Chong has an amazing ability to comprehend things, and he mastered the Nine Swords of Dugu in a very short time.

However, skill takes time to develop.

If Ji Boying had used his exquisite skill with hidden weapons to catch the enemy off guard or make them unable to defend against his attacks, and had won by relying on the exquisiteness of his techniques, then that would have been fine.

But he just uses force to suppress people.

When he throws his flying knives Bone-Penetrating Nails, even those of you who practice swordsmanship and knife skills will find your hands numb from the shock when you try to block them head-on with your weapons.

When it hits the bluestone floor, it leaves a dent.

If he were to strike out the Iron Bodhi Seed and Iron Lotus Seed, with a powerful force and a special technique for channeling energy, it would be quite capable of breaking through a shield.

These elders of the Demonic Cult used all sorts of weapons.

Knives, spears, clubs, chains, hammers, crutches, meteor hammers, and mandarin duck axes...

Two of them were from the southwest, each holding a rattan shield in one hand and a curved knife in the other.

Although it was made of rattan, it was crafted with exquisite workmanship and was even more expensive than the iron shield.

Even a strongman with the strength to lift a tripod, wielding a steel knife, could only leave a shallow white mark when he struck it.

However, they were completely ineffective in the face of Ji Boying's Iron Lotus Seed and Iron Bodhi Seed.

The two experts from the southwest each had a finger-thick hole in their rattan shields. The back of the shields was on their bodies, and the entrance was only a thumb-sized wound. Iron Bodhi Seed had passed right through them, but the wound on their backs was the size of a teacup.

Both men had internal organ damage, gaping wounds in their backs, and were bleeding profusely with flesh and blood flying everywhere. They were powerless to resist and could only slump against the corner of the front hall, bubbling with blood from their mouths as they awaited death.

There was also a powerful member of the Demonic Cult sect wielding a steel shield.

His steel shield was also made at great expense, and now several Iron Bodhi Seed the size of longan are inlaid on its smooth surface.

He didn't even have time to feel sorry for the steel shield that was worth almost half of his fortune.

Although the steel shield blocked the Iron Bodhi Seed, the penetrating force contained in the Iron Bodhi Seed caused the bones in his arm holding the shield to crack.

Goodbye to hidden weapons! Who would dare to fight head-on now that they've arrived?

Dozens of powerful members of the Demonic Cult, including leaders, Banner Master, and elders.

They thought that no matter how skilled Ji Boying was, they could kill him if everyone swarmed him.

But nowadays, we can't compete in terms of agility, and we dare not confront them head-on.

He chased and leaped about, wielding a sword in his right hand and throwing hidden weapons in his left.

These people don't have much of a sense of brotherhood; if it means saving their own lives, they won't hesitate to sacrifice their comrades.

But at this moment, no one dared to betray the elders of the Demonic Cult who had fought alongside them.

Because none of them could directly block Ji Boying, when one of them was targeted, they had to rely on their colleagues for help.

Tong Baixiong's recent betrayal of Sang Sanniang has already put everyone on high alert. If even one person dares to do the same again, this fragile alliance will crumble in an instant.

If it weren't for Tong Baixiong killing Sang Sanniang, which made everyone hesitant to go all out to rescue her, Ji Boying would have easily taken away one of her arms.

And naturally, none of them dared to scatter and flee.

No one dared to expose their back to Ji Boying.

They could only launch some insignificant attacks in vain, delaying their own demise while waiting for the more than two thousand followers who had disappeared without a trace.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The robes fluttered in the wind.

Just as the elders of the Demonic Cult were about to completely collapse, another expert suddenly appeared.

A palm strike, imbued with astonishing internal force and seemingly radiating chill, struck Yue Buqun in the back.