"A Corpse Puppet? Could Tang Tianhao be connected to evil cultivators as well?" True Person Heyun was also in the crowd. Witnessing the two Corpse Puppets wreaking havoc on the execution grounds, he felt immense shock in his heart. Not only had Tang Tianhao gotten entangled with demons and monsters, but he was also linked to evil cultivators?
Despite taking down the two Corpse Puppets, all the soldiers present remained on high alert, scanning their surroundings. They naturally understood that the possibility of accomplices still lurking about could not be ruled out.
"Ah!"
At that moment, an exclamation rang out from the distant crowd, which parted instinctively as a tall, imposing man slowly walked out from within them.
This was a tall man in black clothes wearing a majestic Bull Head Mask. The two horns on the mask were curved and sharp, as though they were about to pierce straight through the sky!
An aura of extreme heat radiated from the entire body of the black-clad man, making the surrounding air itself grow scorching hot. The onlookers in the vicinity instinctively avoided him from afar, terrified of being scalded by him.
I didn't even force out their cultivators... I have no choice but to go up myself. Tang Jie thought silently to himself beneath the Bull Head Mask. He knew there had to be cultivators presiding over the scene, and he had hoped the two Corpse Puppets would force them out so he could launch a sneak attack and finish the job.
Yet unfortunately, although the two Corpse Puppets were fierce, they were jointly restrained by these black-armored soldiers. The enemy cultivators hadn't even made a move, and Tang Jie could wait no longer—he had no choice but to strike himself!
"The... the Bull Devil King?" Tang Tianhao stared in astonishment at Tang Jie walking out from the crowd. Profound shock filled his heart, accompanied by extreme bewilderment.
The Bull Devil King—this figure undoubtedly left a deep impression on Tang Tianhao. Tang Tianhao had visited the martial arts arena once over a year ago, and the Bull Devil King at that time had left a most profound impression upon him.
Tang Tianhao even felt that the Bull Devil King might be the strongest martial artist he had ever seen. Yet never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that the Bull Devil King would appear at a time like this, and moreover walk straight toward the execution grounds with a purpose that required no explanation!
Confusion gripped Tang Tianhao's heart. Did he know the Bull Devil King? Why would this person take such a massive risk to save him?
"The Bull Devil King! It's the Bull Devil King!"
Among the soldiers, someone cried out in alarm.
"The Bull Devil King? What Bull Devil King?"
The rest were filled with confusion and incomprehension.
"The undefeated king of the Lingwu Martial Arts Arena! He has participated in nearly thirty martial bouts without a single defeat! He is the strongest martial artist; even top-tier martial artists couldn't withstand a single saber strike from him!" A soldier swallowed hard as he spoke. He had once visited the martial arts arena and witnessed the Bull Devil King in action, instantly being conquered by the other's invincible bearing.
Among these elite soldiers present, quite a few had been drawn by the name of the Bull Devil King to watch bouts at the martial arts arena. Every single time the Bull Devil King appeared, it was an absolute suppression that delivered a massive shock to everyone.
Yet now, this very Bull Devil King had actually appeared in this place? And judging by his posture, he was here to storm the execution grounds!
"The Bull Devil King? Is he that famous?"
The white-clothed maiden looked down at Tang Jie below, then at the group of stunned soldiers, highly perplexed. She had never heard of any Bull Devil King.
Daoist Qingsong simply sat quietly, watching Tang Jie below without the slightest change in his expression. No matter how formidable a martial artist was, they were still nothing more than a mortal!
"What are you standing around for? I don't care what Bull Devil King he is, take him down!"
Li Changshou shouted with a sinking expression. He didn't care about any Bull Devil King or Horse-faced man—anyone who dared to storm the execution grounds had to die!
"Charge!"
Full five soldiers took the lead, forming a small battle formation as their long spears thrust toward Tang Jie from different angles.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Although these five soldiers knew nothing of any Bull Devil King, the expressions of their comrades and the momentum radiating from Tang Jie made them understand that the person wearing the Bull Head Mask before them was far from ordinary. They threw themselves into the attack with all their might, and five cold glints bloomed like five chilling stars!
Having practiced long-spear thrusts no less than a million times, and with the five of them coordinating in unison, they believed that even a so-called top-tier martial artist would find this a massive headache!
Yet...
Screech!
Tang Jie suddenly moved. His palm pressed against the hilt of his saber, and in an instant, a wisp of cold light bloomed, resembling nothing less than a Flood Dragon breaking free of its shackles as it roared forward!
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!"
Amidst a continuous series of snapping sounds, the five soldiers wore dazed expressions. They watched as their long spears had only thrust halfway out before being swept by the cold light and snapping in half entirely. Furthermore, the momentum of that wisp of cold light remained unexhausted, flashing past their necks.
Clatter!
Amidst the sound of metal spearheads crashing to the ground, the five soldiers staggered backward. They felt a slight stinging sensation at their necks, and instinctively reaching out to touch them, they beheld the bright red blood on their hands!
"Just then... what happened?"
"It seemed like... he drew his saber! He shattered our weapons... and swept past our necks..."
The five soldiers stood somewhat dumbfounded. They had been completely oblivious to what had just occurred, seeing only a wisp of cold light flash and vanish. The long spears they thrust out were severed, and at the same time, a trail of blood had been left across their necks.
"Just now... we would have died!"
Cold sweat soaked the backs of these soldiers. The stinging pain from their necks made them understand that they had just died once already. If the opponent hadn't held back, they didn't doubt for a second that their heads would have been sheared off just like the broken spearheads, rolling upon the ground!
What made them draw in an even sharper breath of cold air was that Tang Jie's palm was still resting on the hilt of his saber, as if he had never moved at all!
"Just now... did he draw his saber?"
Everyone witnessing this scene felt their scalps tingle. Not a single person had managed to catch Tang Jie drawing or retracting his saber; they had only seen a flash of cold light, followed immediately by the weapons of five soldiers being severed and bloody trails left across their necks!
Ever since Tang Jie cultivated the Iron Cutting Saber Art, he had modified the technique and practiced it well over ten million times, long ago reaching the realm of perfection. In the past at the martial arts arena, he had always held back, but now unleashing it at full force, it was so fast it transcended the limits of what the naked eye could capture.
Ultimate speed equals ultimate lethality. Even a thin sheet of paper, imbued with extreme speed, could slice through flesh and blood, let alone a razor-sharp blade!
Tang Jie walked forward silently. His gaze swept slightly over the five soldiers, and they instinctively stepped back to the sides, clearing a path for him.
Only afterward did they realize something was amiss, their faces flushing red with humiliation. Yet they dared not launch an attack against Tang Jie, as if a single further move on their part would send their heads tumbling to the ground!
"So... so terrifying of a saber..." Tang Tianhao watched this scene from afar, his heart filled with overwhelming shock. As a top-tier martial artist, Tang Tianhao knew very well that if he were the one facing this terrifying Bull Devil King, he certainly would not have performed any better than these soldiers.
The gap was simply too vast! Even the peak top-tier martial artists were as fragile as infants compared to the Bull Devil King before them; they were completely not opponents on the same level!
"Oh? A martial artist?" Even the two cultivators, Daoist Qingsong and the white-clothed maiden, revealed expressions of astonishment in their eyes at this single saber strike. They had seen martial artists before, and quite a few top-tier ones at that, but compared to this person wearing the Bull Head Mask, they were likewise in completely different realms!
Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that such a martial artist could exist in this world, wielding a saber of such terrifying speed!
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