Saber Slays a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist

The Jingzhe Saber in Lin Changqing's hand flashed as the Five Elements Severing Steel Saber Technique struck with lethal precision, each stroke decisive and merciless. For a time, he actually held off Xu Maotian's offensive.

The entire Qingfeng Stockade was stunned.

"Damn... how is this possible? Didn't the First Boss say this man was only Eighth Rank? He's actually fighting the Fifth-Grade First Boss to a standstill."

"Something's wrong—very wrong. Look closely. Many times, the Great Elder's attacks are clearly unstoppable, yet whenever he is about to strike this kid, he hesitates for an instant, even falling into a mental daze. That's why the kid keeps evading him every time."

"How can this be? An Eighth-Rank Martial Artist is actually fighting a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist evenly."

"Damn it, damn it! Just who the hell is this kid?"

Within Qingfeng Stockade, the bandits wore grim expressions as they gathered around Xu Maotian and Lin Changqing, who were locked in fierce combat, discussing in hushed, agitated tones.

Every one of them was utterly astounded.

At that moment, Xu Maotian, who was fighting Lin Changqing, was even more shocked.

No!

It was more than shock—it was terror.

Lin Changqing was far too bizarre. It was as though he could influence Xu Maotian's mind and will, causing him to lapse into trances from time to time, even giving him the illusion that his very soul had been controlled and subjected to Body Seizure.

Every time he acted, intending to deliver a fatal blow to Lin Changqing, all kinds of inexplicable trances would arise.

Making him hesitate as well.

Not only had he failed to kill Lin Changqing, he had instead been wounded by Lin Changqing's saber.

In less than the time it took for an incense stick to burn, seven or eight fresh wounds had already appeared on his body. As blood streamed down him, his Qi and Blood were damaged, and his strength was draining away at an alarming rate.

If this continued, he really might die beneath Lin Changqing's saber.

"Damn it, who exactly are you..."

Xu Maotian roared savagely.

Traces of panic surfaced in his eyes. He was truly beginning to lose his nerve. Lin Changqing was too strange—clearly only an Eighth-Rank Martial Artist, yet he had suppressed Xu Maotian, a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist.

"The one here to take your life."

Lin Changqing sneered. The Jingzhe Saber in his hand swung even faster, every strike aimed to kill.

The more he fought, the smoother it became.

All this time, he had never known the extent of his true strength. Strictly speaking, he had never fought anyone before, especially after his Spiritual Power broke through, when he had had even less actual combat experience.

But now, he was at ease.

The power of Spiritual Power far exceeded his expectations.

A mere trial run was enough to let him suppress a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist.

"Bastard! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Xu Maotian's fury surged. The Qi and Blood around his body suddenly swelled to nearly twice its former strength, and with murderous energy boiling around him, he resembled a bloodthirsty beast.

Boom...

The next moment, the aura around him churned as his body swelled like an inflated balloon.

"Bull Demon Fist, break for me!"

Then he threw a punch.

All the Qi and Blood in his body gathered into that fist in an instant, rushing toward Lin Changqing like a raging mountain flood.

"What, choosing to stake your life on this?"

Lin Changqing sneered, his gaze sharpening. The power of this punch was terrifying; his body absolutely could not withstand it.

With a stir of his heart, Spiritual Power surged forth like a tidal wave.

Within thirty feet around him, it seemed as though a domain had formed. For a moment, sand and stones flew through the air, while countless stone fragments rose from the ground and slammed madly into Xu Maotian's fist force like bullets.

At once, the fist force that had been unstoppable moments ago sharply slowed the instant it entered within thirty feet of Lin Changqing.

It grew slower and slower.

After struggling forward another fifteen or eighteen feet, it finally dissipated completely.

"How is this possible..."

Xu Maotian cried out in panic, his face filled with disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible."

Lin Changqing gave a Cold Snort, raised his eyebrows, and swung the Jingzhe Saber without warning. "Sever!"

Clang!

The sound rang like a great bell. Bolstered by Spiritual Power, it was like a Divine Echo that seized the soul.

Xu Maotian was already dumbfounded and shocked that his strongest strike had failed. Now, Lin Changqing's fierce shout directly affected his mind. His eyes immediately dimmed, and his whole body seemed to enter some kind of dream. Lin Changqing had actually forcefully hypnotized him.

Though it had lasted only an instant, no more than a few seconds at most.

When masters clashed, even the briefest lapse could be fatal—let alone being hypnotized for several seconds.

Lin Changqing's saber came down, slicing through Xu Maotian's arm as easily as cutting tofu.

"Ah..."

With a miserable scream, Xu Maotian instantly snapped back to his senses.

Just as he tried to flee, Lin Changqing swung his saber and slashed three times in one breath, directly carving Xu Maotian into a human stump.

He lay on the ground screaming miserably as blood flowed everywhere.

It had all happened too fast. By the time the other bandits of Qingfeng Stockade came to their senses, the battle was already decided.

All the bandits were Greatly Shocked, their faces filled with terror.

"The First Boss has lost! Run... Run for it!"

The next moment, all the bandits scattered and fled. As for saving Xu Maotian, no one mentioned it—not one of them had even considered it.

What a joke. Xu Maotian was a Fifth Grade Martial Artist, yet Lin Changqing had turned him into a human stump. What could they possibly use to save him? Going up now would be no different from throwing away their lives.

Running for their lives was the wisest choice.

"Trying to run? Hmph... Not one of you is getting away..."

Lin Changqing gave a Cold Snort. Seeing the Qingfeng Stockade bandits trying to flee, he naturally had no intention of allowing it. His feet glided across the ground, and he shot after the fleeing bandits like a Spirit Deer.

As the Jingzhe Saber swung, Blade Light flashed everywhere, and heads rolled one after another.

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Slaughter spread, and a thick Bloody Smell filled the sky, permeating all of Clear Wind Mountain.

Relying on his speed, Lin Changqing moved like a Spirit Deer darting through the forest, hunting down every bandit and thug from Qingfeng Stockade by himself.

For a time, heads rolled in torrents.

Of the several hundred bandits and thugs, fewer than one in ten managed to escape by sheer luck.

Of course, the main reason was that Lin Changqing had discovered that not every bandit in Qingfeng Stockade was a battle-hardened veteran. Only a small portion had ever been to war.

The rest were little different from ordinary thugs and bandits.

They were nothing but a rabble of chickens and dogs.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful Lin Changqing was, he could not have slaughtered several hundred elite men into a complete rout all by himself.

Half an hour later.

Lin Changqing returned to the gates of Qingfeng Stockade with his saber in hand.

Looking at Xu Maotian lying on the ground, barely clinging to life from excessive blood loss, Lin Changqing did not waste any words. He directly used Spiritual Power to forcibly hypnotize Xu Maotian.

By now, Xu Maotian's mind was already dazed, and his consciousness was weak beyond measure.

For Lin Changqing to control him with Spiritual Power at such a time was simply effortless.

"Speak... Who sent you to Green Mountain Village, and what was your purpose?" Lin Changqing asked immediately after hypnotizing Xu Maotian.

"Shi Peijiu said that Lin Changqing of Green Mountain Village supplies goods to the Divine Weapon Pavilion. There is a Divine Weapon Forgemaster behind Lin Changqing. If we could bring him under our control, we could raise Qingfeng Stockade's overall strength.

"It would greatly aid our master's plan..."

Xu Maotian spoke in weak, broken fragments.

"Who is this master?"

A sharp light burst from Lin Changqing's eyes.

Sure enough, just as he had guessed, these people had occupied Qingfeng Stockade not merely to become bandits. They had another scheme in mind.

"Master is master. He is... the Messenger of God, Wusheng Laomu's representative in the mortal world..."

Something seemed to gleam in Xu Maotian's eyes. Especially when he mentioned Wusheng Laomu, his formerly murky, vacant gaze abruptly turned fervent.

But it lasted only an instant. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His breath ceased completely.

Damn it!

Lin Changqing was annoyed. He still had questions left to ask.

"Wusheng Laomu... Damn it, could this guy be from the White Lotus Sect?" Lin Changqing muttered inwardly as he tore open Xu Maotian's clothes.

Sure enough, on Xu Maotian's chest was a lifelike white lotus.