Zhang Song Gets Mobbed

"Hmm, he didn't erupt right away. Looks like his strength is only average—he doesn't have absolute confidence."

Watching Zhang Song play dead, Du En silently assessed him in his mind. "Still, to make it look this convincing and fool everyone at every other stage, his ability to conceal his aura and feign death is no small thing."

If not for those dishonest eyes, Du En probably wouldn't have noticed him.

While thinking in secret, he surveyed the whole scene.

Keeping track of the timing and controlling his efficiency and speed, he continued his work.

As time passed, the temperature rose. Baked beneath the sun that had been raised high into the sky, Zhang Song's already unsettled mind grew rapidly more irritable.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Blood! Fear! Despair! Ah! If not for this, I would have killed you all long ago!"

"Damn you! I hate you! I despise you!"

"A bunch of lowly laborers! A bunch of lowlifes! Ah! When will you finally offer up your lives to me!"

Malice kept bubbling up from the depths of his heart, yet his body grew increasingly cold and deathly still.

Zhang Song silently endured the whipping of his own malice, believing only that this was the Supreme Lord's test for him.

That's right!

It had to be this way!

He was sunk in his own world and found it difficult to pull himself out. Before he knew it, the timing came around, and Du En, whose turn it was, had already arrived in front of him.

Du En did not walk toward the corpses' heads and shoulders as he usually did.

This situation made the others who noticed it freeze for a moment, feeling that something was not quite right.

Looking more closely, they realized he was walking toward the place where the spare iron shovels were kept.

Was the shovel broken?

The others turned their heads and looked toward the place where Du En had just buried the corpse. Sure enough, there was an iron shovel there with a bent blade.

Zhang Song's mood also eased.

When Du En had suddenly approached just now, he had snapped back to his senses and been startled.

Fortunately, it had only been a false alarm.

After the fright came impatience.

The moment Du En approached again, he would erupt and attack directly.

If he killed the leader of these six, the others would surely sink into deep fear and despair. The fresh blood that flowed out afterward would be the most suitable and useful!

"Chit-chit-chit~"

Chit!

He was secretly sneering when a similar sound suddenly rang out.

Zhang Song froze at first, then felt pain strike. No longer concealing himself, he widened his eyes, only to see an iron shovel deeply embedded in one of his knees.

Fresh blood sprayed from the wound with a hissing sound.

What was happening?!

Wei Ming and the others were also dumbfounded.

From their perspective, they had just been about to turn their gazes back and focus on burying the corpse when they saw Du En pick up a spare iron shovel, turn around, and hurl it fiercely.

With a whoosh, one leg had been severed in two!

Hmm?

Wait!

"Something's wrong! There's a living person! "

Ning Caize was the first to react to the blood spraying out. A dead person, a corpse, could not possibly spray such a large amount of blood—so red, so fresh!

What?!

Wei Ming and the others were instantly shocked, while Zhang Song also realized that he had been discovered.

Ridiculous! What did losing one leg matter?

He would kill them all the same and offer them as sacrifices to the Supreme Lord!

He roared inwardly, rage mixed in his heart. Just as he rose and drew the dagger hidden on him, a handful of sand struck him in the face.

Amid a clatter, it smeared across his face and eyes, striking his cheeks painfully and making his eyes crack open.

With most of his vision gone and one leg missing, Zhang Song stood like a golden rooster on one leg. He truly had not anticipated this turn of events, so he instinctively adopted a temporarily defensive stance.

"Don't approach recklessly. Use the Sand Raising Technique, then wait for an opportunity to act, and remember to dodge!"

Du En issued his instructions at that moment, quickly steadying everyone else's nerves.

They had never encountered a situation like this before, but it was obvious even with a little thought: this man had gone to such lengths to fake his death and disguise himself as a corpse, so he must have harbored vicious intentions!

Now that they had a course of action, everyone gripped their iron shovels, quickly widened the distance, and spread out to surround him. They could not help feeling eager to try.

They had studied the Sand Raising Technique for so long and had even received Du En's guidance. Catching a ferocious bird was no longer a problem, but they had never used it against a real enemy. Now was the perfect chance to test it!

Thus, they surrounded Zhang Song. Following Du En's demonstration and instructions, the six of them took turns casting the technique, handful after handful of sand flying into the other man's face.

Zhang Song could not open his eyes at all. Even his ears had been targeted by Du En, who had seized the initiative and deliberately blocked and jabbed at them, leaving him nearly deaf.

Whenever they found an opening, the others would charge forward under their companions' cover, drive their magical power and strength into action, and swing an iron shovel in a full arc—smacking, slicing, or smashing.

"Ah!"

"Argh!"

"Urgh!"

Zhang Song let out one strange cry after another, unable to stop spitting sand. He was so aggrieved he could hardly stand it.

"Damn it—ptui! Fuck!"

He could not even finish a single complete sentence.

Even when he later gritted his teeth and endured one attack, taking the opportunity to grab an iron shovel and planning to seize one person and pull him over to slit his throat—

The moment he grabbed it, Du En spoke, ordering the others to let go. His action became practically useless.

That wasn't all. While Zhang Song was stunned, Du En charged in and swung an iron shovel at him, ruining his remaining leg.

This time, Zhang Song had channeled magical power to protect and brace that side in advance, which was why the shovel had not severed it again.

"Argh! I'll kill you!"

In extreme pain and fury, Zhang Song abruptly twisted around and erupted toward Du En.

Boom!

A blazing fireball the size of a human head appeared before his hand. He gave it a light push, and it shot fiercely toward Du En.

On the way, it brushed against the iron shovel Zhang Song was holding. The shovel immediately turned red-hot as molten iron flowed downward.

It scalded him instead.

Moreover, although the fireball was fierce, it did not hit its target.

Du En easily dodged it, then casually pulled the iron shovel back out of Zhang Song's leg.

Holding it in one hand, he slammed it against the ground. Using the rebound, he lifted his body directly into the air, sending up another handful of sand that scattered straight toward Zhang Song.

Clatter, clatter.

The sesame-seed-sized grains of sand were hard. Although the Sand Raising Technique was still only at the Initial Glimpse stage, small grains accumulated into a torrent. Following the old wounds and openings, they pierced through his eyelids and facial skin.

"Ah!"

Zhang Song could not help screaming again. Du En had prepared for this long ago. Magical power erupted from the soles of his feet, and his whole body shot forward. The iron shovel in his hand plunged straight into that wide-open mouth.

The scream abruptly stopped.

He was not dead yet, but new and minor wounds kept piling up.

Just as Du En succeeded with one strike, he immediately retreated, giving Zhang Song no chance to erupt and engage him in close combat.

They continued mobbing him!

They kept going until the others' magical power and physical strength were completely drained and they could no longer launch another attack.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

"Boss, I can't do this anymore. We're out of strength!"

"Careful—cough, cough... this bastard's still alive."

"Fucking hell, where did this mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator come from? If you wanted to kill someone, why go through all this trouble? Just come at us openly!"

"Exactly! I'm so exhausted I don't even want to move."

The five of them lay sprawled in various places, without too much tension.

After taking turns striking him, with Du En occasionally landing a vicious sneak attack, Zhang Song was now practically a man of blood. His original appearance could no longer be seen, and his features and seven orifices were basically destroyed.

He was panting rapidly like a broken bellows, struggling to stand.

Before him stood Du En, his gaze calm.

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