Forty People Surrounding Me? Line Up and Come One at a Time!
But Su Zhan was in a good mood.
The poor guy felt like he'd suddenly struck it rich—though he'd never been poor, the Cultivation Method had been.
"Let's go home and divide the spoils."
Lightning enveloped his entire body, and a stream of purple-gold light shot towards the sky like an arrow.
Direction -- Coordinates of the Mustard Seed Grotto-Heaven Teleportation Array.
After flying for about 15 minutes, Su Zhan suddenly slowed down.
Something more appeared in his field of vision.
About five hundred feet ahead on the sea, there were three black ships. People were standing on the ships.
A person wearing the Black Armor of the Black Demon Sect.
Approximately forty or fifty.
Their auras varied greatly—the two strongest Martial King Second Level, while the rest ranged from the mid-stage of the Martial Sect to the Martial King First Stage.
Su Zhan did not slow down.
The people on those three ships clearly sensed him as well.
The leader, Martial King Second Level, burly man with a face full of scars, stood at the bow of the ship and released a probe wave in Su Zhan's direction.
The bald man's expression changed after the probe wave touched Su Zhan's aura.
Because Su Zhan still carried the scent of the Sect Master's Devil Qi.
More accurately, it was a fragment of the Sect Master's aura that remained on him after his death.
The bald, burly man's throat bobbed.
Su Zhan landed at the bow of the middle ship among the three.
Forty or fifty pairs of eyes were turned to him at the same time.
Su Zhan glanced around.
"Your Sect Master is dead."
The air on the ship froze for two breaths.
Then the bald, burly man drew his sword.
The bald, burly man drew his sword very quickly.
A layer of dark red Devil Qi coated the black blade as it slashed towards Su Zhan's neck.
The wind blew.
Su Zhan tilted his head slightly.
The blade grazed his ear and severed the mast behind him. The mast fell, crashing onto the deck with a dull thud.
The bald, burly man didn't sheathe his sword; he continued to sweep it horizontally.
Su Zhan raised a finger.
Index finger.
A wisp of purple-gold electricity danced on his fingertips.
His finger touched the blade.
Ding-- Ding--
A crisp sound.
The bald, burly man's hand split open. His entire arm, from fingertips to shoulder, all the muscles spasmed at the same time. The black broadsword flew out of his hand, spun eight times in the air, and embedded itself in the deck of the adjacent ship.
The bald, burly man took three steps back. His hands were trembling.
It wasn't fear. It was that the lightning arc from that finger strike had completely paralyzed the meridians in his entire arm.
The remaining forty-odd black-armored warriors drew their swords almost simultaneously and surrounded the three ships.
Su Zhan stood at the bow of the boat and glanced down at the bag of spoils he was carrying.
"Put it down first."
He placed the bundle at his feet and stretched his wrists.
"Alright, come on."
The first to rush up were three Martial Sect Peak.
The three men simultaneously slashed with their swords from three different directions—their coordination was fairly good, completely blocking Su Zhan's escape route.
Su Zhan did not back down.
He lightly stomped his right foot on the deck.
The force field of the Immovable Wisdom King Wall spread out from the soles of their feet. When the three Martial Sect Peak were still two zhang away from Su Zhan, their feet collectively slipped—not because the deck was slippery, but because the gravity parameters were temporarily altered within the force field of the Immovable King Wall.
The three people's bodies suddenly became five times heavier.
Knees buckled. The knife's momentum faltered. Two men collapsed onto the deck, while the third, barely managing to stay upright against the railing, could no longer lift the knife.
The dozen or so people who followed behind hesitated when they saw the three in front of them drop to the ground in an instant.
The bald, burly man picked up a spare knife with his other hand.
"Let's all go at once! Don't fucking send them down one by one!"
More than forty people moved at the same time.
Black-armored warriors from the three ships pounced on Su Zhan from all directions. The flashing blades were so dense that no gaps could be seen in the field of vision.
Su Zhan remained standing still.
He extended his left hand.
Palms down.
The purple aura of the Myriad Poisons Divine Farmer's Canon spread out from his palm—the "Shennong Domain."
Purple light enveloped the three ships.
The black-armored warriors' attack was halfway through when they suddenly stopped.
They weren't stuck. It was the Demonic Poison within their bodies that was rebelling.
The Cultivator of the Black Demon Sect were all more or less tainted by Demonic Poison. Some acquired it through voluntary cultivation of Devil Cultivation Method, while others were passively infiltrated by living in the Demon Sea for many years. This Demonic Poison was originally integrated with their cultivation and was part of their power.