After killing one Black Monk on my side, I immediately chased after the other two.
They had already been wounded by me, and they were weaker than I was.
It was already too late for them to run. I leaped up and kicked one of them to the ground.
After falling, the man said in terror:
"No, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
I did not say a single word to him. I stepped forward and kicked him directly in the temple.
That kick contained true qi.
With a crack, I shattered his head.
Blood splattered everywhere, and he died on the spot.
That left only the Black Monk in his early thirties, whose cultivation had reached the initial stage of the Central Pivot Realm.
In the Feng Shui world, that level of cultivation was actually not low.
But against me, even if he did not die, he would have to die.
I drew three Fiend-Suppressing talismans and threw them with a flick of my hand.
The talismans shot out with three whooshes.
He dodged two of them, but the third exploded against his back.
With a bang, the talisman's impact made him stagger, nearly falling over.
I seized the opportunity to catch up behind him and stabbed my sword straight into the center of his back.
"Ah!"
The monk screamed, his body instantly going rigid.
I then pulled out the Fish Bone Sword, carving a huge bloody gash across his back.
Then I kicked him, sending him crashing to the ground as blood continuously spurted from his mouth.
He tried several times to get up and speak.
But he failed every time. In the end, he convulsed twice and lost his life.
Master was even more direct on his side.
After kicking the old monk's waist apart, Master threw