Wipe Out Five People

"Huh, these two corpses..."

Zhao Han suddenly noticed wisps of black energy rising from the foreheads of the two corpses, gradually forming skull shapes.

It was so similar to Wang Bao's death.

"Wang Bao was also from the Yin Tong Cult!" Zhao Han immediately realized.

But the Hall Master was already upon him, and Zhao Han didn't think any further.

The Hall Master and Zhao Han exchanged blows in an instant. The soft sword in his hand coiled like a snake, its movements agile and its techniques unpredictable.

Zhao Han was not to be outdone. The Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave was both offensive and defensive. He attacked fiercely with his saber, then defended resolutely, managing to briefly stalemate the Hall Master.

"This is the Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave!"

"You're a disciple of the Mad Saber Martial Arts School. Aren't you afraid the Yin Tong Cult will wipe out your school?"

The Hall Master was furious. A small county martial arts school dared to oppose their Yin Tong Cult?

Even the Poisonous Snake Gang and the Black Wolf Gang, the two overlords of Blackwater County, only dared to resist them in secret.

Anyone who openly broke ties with the Yin Tong Cult would surely die.

Moreover, the Master of the Mad Saber Martial Arts School, Yang Wuji, was rumored to be only at the peak of the Muscle Refining Realm, unable to break through to the Bone Refining Realm due to limited talent.

They had killed countless people in the Muscle Refining Realm.

And yet, a disciple dared to oppose them.

It was utterly preposterous.

Or perhaps this person had no brain at all, not even having heard of the Yin Tong Cult, which was why he was so fearless in attacking them.

Such a reckless fool should have died long ago. How was he still alive?

Is the world getting better? Even reckless fools can live long lives now?

"Clang!"

They exchanged a blow and separated, the impact even.

"Take this!"

Zhao Han immediately threw out the Soft Muscle Powder mixed with lime. But the Hall Master was prepared. He raised his hand to cover his face and retreated.

The Soft Muscle Powder only landed on his clothes, with some getting on his face and hair.

"Heh heh, did you really think I wouldn't be prepared? I already took the Antidote Pill beforehand. Low-class tricks like Soft Muscle Powder are useless against me."

The Hall Master sneered dismissively.

Using underhanded tactics means he's exhausted and has nowhere else to go, trying to make a last desperate stand.

But can you escape?

The other two blocked the flanks, and they could hold him off for a while no matter what.

Now it's a net of heaven and earth, impossible to escape even with wings.

If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for climbing the wall. Wouldn't it have been better to just leave obediently?

"Who said it was Soft Muscle Powder!" Zhao Han sneered inwardly, and stepped forward with his saber again to fight the Hall Master.

As for stamina consumption, it wasn't significant.

After all, he had practiced three martial arts. The three overlapped, equivalent to pouring water into a conical bucket; it would always rise, though the rate of increase slowed down later.

But no matter what, it was still better than practicing just one art.

In a one-on-one fight, Zhao Han wouldn't be the first to fall.

"Clang... clang..."

The two exchanged blows continuously, neither able to gain the upper hand.

"Take this!"

Suddenly, Zhao Han took a step back, creating distance, and then threw something.

The Hall Master thought it was Soft Muscle Powder again and merely raised his arm to block his eyes. He didn't expect it to be water.

"Water? Could it be poisoned water? But the Antidote Pills of my Holy Cult can neutralize all poisons. What does poisoned water matter? I'll still take you down before it takes effect."

The Hall Master scoffed, immediately preparing to step forward and put more effort into finishing Zhao Han.

But after only two steps, the Hall Master felt a burning sensation all over his body, as if he had been sprayed with boiling water.

"Ah!"

His entire body instantly burned with pain, and the Hall Master screamed. Blisters rapidly formed on his exposed skin, and his scalp burned intensely.

"Li-Lime, ah... despicable and shameless..."

"Talking too much will lead to a miserable death."

Strike while the iron is hot.

"Die!"

"Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave, Second Wave!"

Zhao Han lunged forward, fiercely slashing out with his saber, as if intending to split Mount Hua.

The Hall Master strained to block with his sword, but his body was already burned, and he couldn't muster his strength.

With a "clang," his sword was violently cleaved apart by the heavy saber strike, and his arm was injured by the impact.

"Black Wolf Fist!"

Zhao Han's free hand shot out, quickly delivering a punch that landed squarely on the Hall Master's chest.

"Ah!"

The punch sent him flying seven meters away, his sword flying from his grasp.

Zhao Han pressed his advantage, stomping down hard on the Hall Master's throat.

"Mmmph..."

It wasn't enough. Zhao Han plunged his saber into the Hall Master's chest.

The Hall Master's eyes widened, his limbs struggling uselessly.

But it was all in vain.

After Zhao Han's relentless combination of blows, the Hall Master was left with no chance but death.

Having incapacitated the Hall Master, Zhao Han immediately turned and lunged at the other two.

These two, knowing the tide had turned after their Hall Master was defeated, immediately split up and fled.

"Think you can escape?"

Zhao Han snatched a sword from the ground mid-stride and threw it at the cultist on his left, embedding it directly into the major artery of his thigh.

Blood gushed out like water.

"Ah..."

The cultist screamed in agony, his ability to move severely hampered.

Zhao Han ignored him, instead sprinting towards the one on the right.

Because the other one had already scaled the wall and fled.

Zhao Han had no intention of letting any of these people, who called themselves the Yin Tong Cult, escape.

Scaling the wall, Zhao Han spotted the cultist about ten meters away.

With a flip of his hand, an axe appeared.

Zhao Han's System Space held many things: lime, water, flatbread, dried meat, steamed buns, and the axe was just one of them.

"Whoosh!"

"Got him!"

The flying axe cut through the air, steadily smashing into the cultist's upper back.

The sharp part of the axe didn't hit; instead, the blunt end knocked him to the ground.

Zhao Han quickly moved forward and kicked him in the head, knocking him unconscious.

Then, he grabbed the cultist's clothes and easily hoisted the man, weighing over 130 jin, over the wall and back into the abandoned courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, the cultist whose artery had been pierced was leaning against a rock, his face already pale, his pant leg covered in blood, and a large pool of blood on the ground forming a blood bath.

The smell of blood had already thickened in the air.

Zhao Han didn't kill him, but he had no chance of survival anyway.

It was a major artery; even with modern medical intervention, this level of blood loss would have been too late.

Skipping over the man, Zhao Han walked over and delivered the final blow to the half-dead Hall Master.

The five-man group was wiped out, four dead and one alive.

Black mist appeared above the Hall Master's head, coalescing into a skull shape, hovering for a moment before flying into the Boy Statue over there.

The cultist who had died from blood loss also met the same fate.

The two who had died earlier also did.

"This Boy Statue... forget it. Don't mess with what you don't understand."

Then, Zhao Han began to loot the bodies.

35 taels of silver plus some loose change.

Ten Energy Pills, five bottles of Antidote Pills, totaling forty pills.

One Yin Wood Jade Pendant.

Two Long Swords, three Steel Sabers.

Shanyin Art... five copies!

He didn't find any other martial arts manuals.

This surprised Zhao Han; Shanyin Art again.

So, Wang Bao was also a cultist of the Yin Tong Cult. Wang Hu and Li Dalong too.

Also, were low-level cultivation techniques so common?

Or did the low-ranking cultists of the Yin Tong Cult all practice Shanyin Art?