Qi and Blood Smoke Signal, Fifth Grade Xu Maotian

The blazing sun hung high!

Scorching heat swept across the land, evaporating every trace of moisture from the ground. Cracks from drought gradually appeared across much of the earth.

Yet waves of coolness drifted through Clear Wind Mountain, carrying threads of refreshing chill.

It was undoubtedly an excellent place to escape the summer heat.

Unfortunately, such a blessed place had been occupied by a band of mountain bandits.

In the distance, a figure sprinted like a Spirit Deer, rapidly drawing near. He soon arrived at the foot of Clear Wind Mountain without slowing in the slightest, heading straight up the mountain.

The arrival was none other than Lin Changqing.

He carried the Jingzhe Saber on his back as he darted through the Mountain Forest. Beneath his feet, the rugged mountain paths were as flat as level ground.

"Who dares trespass on our Clear Wind Mountain? Stop..."

Lin Changqing had only just set foot on Clear Wind Mountain when Qingfeng Stockade's hidden sentries spotted him. Men immediately came out to block his way.

Clang...

Lin Changqing could not be bothered to waste words on them. The Jingzhe Saber left its sheath, and with a flash of Blade Light, one fine head after another soared to the sky.

A thick Bloody Smell filled the Mountain Forest.

Wherever he passed, his long saber was stained with blood. Qingfeng Stockade's sentries simply could not Can Withstand his advance. He carved through them like chopping melons and vegetables, slaughtering his way straight toward Qingfeng Stockade at the mountaintop.

In an instant, all of Clear Wind Mountain was alarmed.

"Damn it, this is a tough opponent! Hurry up the mountain and notify the First Boss!"

"Even Martial Dao Ninth Rank warriors can't block a single slash from him. An Eighth Rank warrior couldn't do it either—he's at least Seventh Rank."

"Hmph... So what if he's Seventh Rank? Our First Boss is a Fifth Grade powerhouse. That brat dared to force his way onto Clear Wind Mountain—he's dead for sure today..."

The mountain bandits and thugs on Clear Wind Mountain were scared out of their wits by Lin Changqing. None of them dared step forward to stop him.

They retreated all the way toward the stockade on the mountain.

At this moment.

Inside Qingfeng Stockade.

In the courtyard where First Boss Xu Maotian lived, Xu Maotian was reading in a pavilion when a mountain bandit suddenly rushed in.

"First Boss, someone has forced his way up the mountain. He's a formidable foe—the brothers can't stop him at all. The casualties are severe..."

The man's expression was grave as he reported in a low voice.

"Who is so bold as to dare force his way onto my Clear Wind Mountain?"

Xu Maotian's gaze turned cold at once. He tossed aside the military manual in his hand, murderous intent boiling in his eyes. "Come, go take a look with me.

"I, Xu, am quite curious. Within Fengle County, who has such nerve and strength?

"To force his way into my Qingfeng Stockade..."

As he spoke, Xu Maotian took down a battle saber hanging on the wall and strode toward the stockade gate with the gait of a dragon and tiger.

The moment Xu Maotian moved, the several hundred mountain bandits and thugs in Qingfeng Stockade all drew their blades and weapons, following closely behind him toward the stockade gate.

At this moment!

Qingfeng Stockade's gates were tightly shut.

All the mountain bandits and thugs had retreated into the stockade, sealing the gates and standing ready for battle, their faces filled with terror.

Lin Changqing had slaughtered his way from the foot of the mountain straight to its summit.

Not a single person could block one slash from him.

Whenever his saber emerged, blood would be spilled.

He had utterly shattered their courage.

"With a mere broken gate, you think you can stop Little Master..."

Lin Changqing gripped the blood-dripping Jingzhe Saber, narrowing his eyes at the stockade before sneering. Then he suddenly roared, "Open the gate..."

His voice boomed like a great bell, shaking the air as though it were about to explode.

Spiritual Power fused into it, as though it contained boundless Mysteries.

The next moment!

A bizarre scene unfolded. The mountain bandits who had been filled with hatred and fear toward Lin Changqing moments before suddenly wore blank expressions.

Then, they actually obeyed Lin Changqing's command and took the initiative to open the stockade gates.

This was the power of Spiritual Power. After Lin Changqing broke through and successfully entered Still Mind, his Spiritual Power had grown ever stronger.

With a single shout, he directly hypnotized the several dozen mountain bandits guarding the gate.

They voluntarily opened it for him.

Clang...

The stockade gates swung wide, and Lin Changqing strode in step by step, saber in hand.

Clang! Clang!

Killing intent boiled in his eyes as his saber rose and fell.

Like cutting through tofu, it slashed across the throats of several dozen bandits. Blood Arrows shot Soaring to the Sky as heads flew straight into the air.

Even in death, their expressions remained dazed.

They never could have imagined that they would die in such a pathetic way.

"Damn it, you're courting death..."

In the distance, Xu Maotian hurried over with his men and happened to witness this scene. His fury immediately Soared to the Sky, killing intent surging.

With an enraged roar, he charged over a hundred meters in an instant like a furious tiger or leopard.

His long saber left its sheath, and he brought it down upon Lin Changqing's head.

Clang... Boom...

The Blade Hum Sound exploded, accompanied by a terrifying Sound of Breaking Air. A Blade Light carrying astonishing Qi and Blood descended upon Lin Changqing's head like a blood moon.

"Such powerful Qi and Blood!"

Lin Changqing's eyes narrowed, but he did not retreat in the slightest. He raised the Jingzhe Saber to block.

Bang!

The two sabers collided, erupting with a heavy metallic crash.

Then, a scene that stunned everyone unfolded.

Xu Maotian's long saber snapped apart with a clang, breaking into several pieces.

"What..."

Everyone froze in shock, crying out in disbelief.

Xu Maotian, who bore the brunt of it, was even more dumbfounded. He stared incredulously at the long saber in his hand, now reduced to less than half its length.

Then his eyes burned with fervor.

"A Divine Weapon... Boy, the one in your hand is a Divine Weapon?"

Xu Maotian glared at Lin Changqing, greed written all over his face.

"That's right. This saber is called Jingzhe, an Eighth Grade Mortal Grade Divine Weapon..." Lin Changqing gave a Light laugh and held the Jingzhe Saber horizontally before him.

Under the sunlight, its razor-sharp edge seemed to ripple like water.

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It was dazzling beyond measure.

"Eighth Grade..."

At that moment, everyone in Qingfeng Stockade lost their composure.

Xu Maotian in particular had even greater greed in his eyes, impossible to conceal.

He had never expected the Divine Weapon in Lin Changqing's hand to be Eighth Grade. He had previously assumed it was Ninth Rank. This was simply an unexpected windfall.

"Boy, hand over the Divine Weapon in your hand, and I can let you leave the mountain."

Xu Maotian suppressed the excitement in his heart and spoke in a deep voice.

An Eighth Grade Divine Weapon could raise his strength by at least thirty percent, perhaps even fifty percent. How could he not be tempted?

"Heh... If you want the Divine Weapon in my hand, come and take it yourself."

Lin Changqing sneered.

"Boy, you're courting death."

Xu Maotian's face instantly darkened like water. Fury boiled within him as he coldly rebuked, "Don't think that having a Divine Weapon means you can stand against me.

"Boy, your cultivation should be at Eighth Grade, right?

"Today, I'll show you the strength of the Fifth Grade realm..."

Boom...

As he spoke, Xu Maotian suddenly stepped forward. A tyrannical force of Qi and Blood burst from his body, Soaring to the Sky like wolf-smoke.

A Fifth Grade Martial Artist, with a second Blood Exchange—his Qi and Blood was like wolf-smoke.

His flesh body had undergone a second transformation, gradually transcending the ordinary.

His surging Qi and Blood roiled as Xu Maotian suddenly roared, "Boy, die..."

Boom... Bang...

As his words fell, he threw a punch.

His Qi and Blood erupted, his fist force like a flood.

It hurtled straight at Lin Changqing, the force of the fist towering like a surging mountain flood, stirring up a terrifying shriek as it tore through the air.

For a moment, within several dozen feet, sand flew and stones scattered.

Frightening ravines were gouged across the ground.

Lin Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, yet he showed not the slightest fear. With a tremor of the Jingzhe Saber, he slashed out like an antelope hanging its horns.

It was precisely the Five Elements Severing Steel Saber Technique he had created.