The Rampaging Old Man, Twelve Liao in Three Steps

A voice with a somewhat strange tone suddenly rang out. "Attack together and crush him!"

It was an order issued by the tallest of the three remaining Marsh Python Liao chieftains.

The three chieftains stood behind three groups of Liao People Tribe members, closing in from three directions. Upon hearing the command, the Liao People bared their huge mouths, swung their Giant Tails, and charged madly at Lin Xuankong!

In an instant, the battle reached its fiercest point.

Dozens of Liao People swung their Giant Tails, sweeping up every object around them that could serve as a weapon and hurling them at Lin Xuankong.

Countless stones, Wooden Stakes, and other objects whistled through the air as they smashed toward Lin Xuankong. More than ten Marsh Python Liao Tribe members around him also lashed their Giant Tails at his head, torso, and legs!

At that moment,

Countless attacks

Wove a net from which neither heaven nor earth could escape, completely engulfing Lin Xuankong!

Any Martial Cultivator who saw this scene turned pale. Whether it was Han Lu and the others guarding the city or the disciples from Cattle Horse Street, all of their hearts leaped into their throats.

Before they could even marvel at or rejoice over Lin Xuankong instantly killing a Liao chieftain, they had already lost sight of him amid the sky-filling barrage!

Almost no one believed Lin Xuankong could survive such a terrifying assault!

Yet just as their hearts tightened, a figure burst out from the center of the barrage and crashed into the mass of Liao People.

With stones and Wooden Stakes raining down upon him, with Giant Tails capable of smashing any living thing lashing at him, he took one step forward and rammed into a Liao Person's body!

His mid-stage layer two cultivation, combined with his vast reserves of vitality and blood,

Allowed him to easily spread mid-stage layer two Condensed Vitality into every corner of his body.

The stones, Wooden Stakes, and giant tail strikes landed on him with continuous booming impacts, yet they failed to harm him in the slightest, much less stop his charge!

This old man slaughtering his way madly through the attacks of a hundred Liao People,

This old fellow rampaging through the night, firelight, and blood,

After taking his first step, sent one Liao Person flying. His right arm then shot out like lightning, tapping the forehead of that Liao Person who had just "taken flight." Its head instantly exploded!

At the same time,

He grabbed the giant tail that had lashed across his chest and yanked hard, dragging its owner before him. A hook punch blasted into the underside of its huge jaw, smashing upward from its jaw to its forehead and blasting away its White Scales!

His left hand tapped a nearby Liao Person's temple, entering from the left and exiting from the right.

Then he took his second step.

He crashed into the midst of five Liao People. Two breaths later, all five Liao lay on the ground, unable to rise!

Then he took his third step.

He reached out, seized the heads of two Liao People, and smashed them together with a hard squeeze. "Splat."

Having taken three great steps, he now stood before a Liao chieftain that had been secretly approaching.

The Liao chieftain let out a strange shriek. Its giant tail lashed out, making the air tremble as it swept toward Lin Xuankong's waist, while its legs retreated backward!

The instantaneous death of the first Liao chieftain had filled this one with intense vigilance.

The Marsh Python Liao chieftains were not mindless. They were exceedingly cunning—how could they possibly clash head-on with Lin Xuankong?

The Marsh Pythons' greatest tactic was to slowly wear down their enemies, relying on their incomparably powerful regenerative abilities to grind them to death!

However, Lin Xuankong gave it no chance to drag things out.

He actually allowed its giant tail, capable of shattering huge boulders, to strike his waist. Then he wrapped both hands around that giant tail and began dragging it toward himself!

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

The Liao chieftain shrieked strangely and desperately clawed at the ground with both feet.

Its Marsh Python Liao subordinates nearby frantically whipped their Giant Tails against Lin Xuankong's arms, thighs, head, and body.

Unfortunately, those ferocious Marsh Python Liao People discovered that this silver-haired old man, who looked frail with age, was even tougher than a steel man cast from iron. Their tails, capable of blasting boulders apart, could at most make him frown or toss his hair.

The Liao chieftain, meanwhile, discovered in utter disbelief that its strength was far inferior to that of this old man.

It struggled in despair, its feet gouging two deep trenches into the ground. Yet it was still dragged backward inch by inch, dragged before Lin Xuankong, dragged to the brink of death!

A quarter of a breath later, the Liao chieftain's head exploded, and it collapsed to the ground!

Lin Xuankong stood where he was. Having endured too many attacks from the Liao People, his entire body was now wreathed in Demonic Energy like black mist.

The Demonic Energy continuously corroded his vitality and blood. It formed strange sounds in his ears and seductive female phantoms before his eyes—phantoms of Jiang Yurán, of a woman from his previous life, and of Li Xiaolan.

Yet supported by the vast vitality and blood of his Destiny, the Dragon Wandering Amulet Hand continuously emitted streams of white aura. Like wandering dragons, those streams coursed across his body and rapidly wore away the Demonic Energy!

Seeing the Demonic Energy completely expelled by Lin Xuankong, the Liao People still rushing toward him revealed fear in their eyes. Their huge mouths hung open as they froze in place!

If the first Liao chieftain had died due to carelessness, then the death of the second chieftain made them fully recognize the terror of the human before them. This human did not defend himself at all, and he was savage and violent—he only struck heads, only tore at White Scales, leaving them no chance to recover from their wounds.

But that alone was not enough to terrify them! What truly terrified them was that this human seemed to possess Endless Vitality, wearing away every last bit of the enormous amount of Demonic Energy that had invaded his body!

The two remaining Liao chieftains exchanged a glance, each seeing shock and doubt in the other's eyes.

Under such dense and prolonged attacks from countless tribesmen, under the invasion of boundless Demonic Energy, he could still keep fighting. Just how much vitality and blood did he have left? Was he even human?? How could a human Martial Cultivator possess such terrifying reserves of vitality and blood?

At that moment, Han Lu, who had witnessed Lin Xuankong kill twelve Liao in three steps, finally snapped out of his prolonged shock. His heart surged with emotion as he sprang forward on one leg and charged at the Liao People.

At the same time, he roared, "Kill!"

The dozen-odd disciples behind him immediately raised their swords and charged forward as well. On the distant city wall, the Yin Talisman Sect disciples who had drawn their Nine-Stone Great Bows unleashed Flame Arrows one after another!

The battlefield instantly changed from Lin Xuankong fighting alone into a chaotic melee.

Yet the most eye-catching figure among the crowd was still Lin Xuankong!

When others fought Marsh Python Liao People, even if they injured one, the creature only needed to dip its claws into its Water Pouch. A great deal of water would flow down its arm toward the wound, and in the blink of an eye, the injury would heal. Moreover, its speed and strength would nearly double for a short time.

But with Endless Vitality empowering his Dragon Wandering Amulet Hand, Lin Xuankong's finger strikes and punches were terrifyingly powerful. As he charged through them, anyone he touched died, anyone he grazed flew away. He was like a mad dragon bullying dozens of little chicks, chasing the Liao People until they scattered in every direction!

Of course, in his eyes, these Marsh Python Liao People were no little chicks. They were all running Silver Ingots!

Half the time it took to drink a cup of tea later,

The Liao People, their Water Pouches exhausted and more than forty corpses left behind, finally retreated! Two Liao chieftains led over fifty Liao People in a desperate flight toward the dense forest.

There were streams and lakes there. As long as they could rush into the streams and lakes, their battle strength would continuously double, and they would become nearly impossible to kill!

The Liao People had arrived with towering ferocity, yet as they retreated, they were as panicked as homeless dogs.

"They finally retreated!" Han Lu, fighting on one leg and drenched in blood, panted violently. He felt as though every bone in his body were about to fall apart! The dozen-odd injured disciples behind him were also thrilled beyond measure, feeling as if they had taken a trip through the gates of hell!

But before they could cheer, they saw the white-haired Lin Xuankong already pursuing the "Silver Ingots."

The many Xunyang Town disciples stared in astonishment. Han Lu, however, frowned and shouted, "Fellow disciple, do not pursue a desperate enemy! There are streams and lakes over there. Once they reach them, they will not only become nearly impossible to kill, but their battle strength will soar! It is too dangerous over there—come back quickly!"

The fleeing Marsh Python Liao People, meanwhile, revealed vicious light and hatred in their eyes. They firmly believed that once they retreated into the streams and lakes, it would be time to slaughter this white-haired human, time to turn the tables!