Everyone shuddered in unison, as if a pair of invisible eyes were watching them in the darkness.
"Should we withdraw first?"
A thin monk in the team suggested in a trembling voice, his robes already soaked with cold sweat.
Pan Zhuang gritted his teeth.
"No! Those two losers Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao can come in, why should we back down? Keep moving forward!"
Having said that, his steps slowed down unconsciously.
The further inside, the stronger the smell of blood became, almost condensing into substance.
The cave wall was spattered with dark red blood, some of which had not completely solidified and was slowly flowing downwards.
Suddenly, Yu Tianyi, who was walking at the front, stopped suddenly and let out a scream.
"For God's sake!"
Pan Zhuang hurried forward, the light of the torch shining forward.
A three-foot-long giant python corpse lies in the center of the cave. Its dark red scales are covered with golden lines. It is the legendary Seventh-tier Blood Pattern Python.
But at this moment, this ferocious beast, which was enough to make the Tiangong monks retreat, lay limp on the ground like a rag.
The most shocking thing is that the python's head was divided into two by a smooth incision, and there was a faint blue-gray light in the wound.
"Sword Qi. And Yin Qi."
Jin Xianyun's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Kill with one sword."
Pan Zhuang's Adam's apple rolled up and down. An existence that can kill a seventh-level monster with one sword must be at least as powerful as Earth Palace stage.
He looked around and his voice softened unconsciously.
"Senior? I wonder which senior is here? Junior Pan Zhuang, no offense intended."
There was only his echo in the cave, and no one answered.
Yu Tianyi approached the python carcass to inspect it, his face getting paler.
"The sword energy at the wound is terrifyingly pure, and the Yin energy is even more condensed. This..."
"Could it be the helpers invited by Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao?"
Jin Xianyun guessed, with a sinister look in his eyes.
"How could those two losers be able to deal with a monster of this level?"
Pan Zhuang shook his head.
"No way.
Ling Xiao is only Earth Palace Early Stage, and Gu Sheng is only Earth Palace Mid Stage. How can you know such a strong person? "
He paused, with determination in his eyes.
"Keep moving forward and proceed with caution. If you do encounter that senior, it will be immediately clear that we are only here to find fellow disciples."
Everyone stepped over the giant python's body tremblingly, every step being like walking on thin ice.
The sound of water dripping could be heard faintly from the depths of the cave, which was particularly clear in the dead silence.
After turning a corner, the cave suddenly opened up, and a naturally formed stone chamber appeared in front of us.
In the center of the stone chamber are piled various treasures that exude Spirit Light - Blood Pattern Python's collection over the years.
"They're all here!"
Yu Tianyi shouted in surprise, but then his expression changed.
"No, where is Saint Infant Grass?"
Pan Zhuang's eyes quickly swept across the stone room, and finally settled on the two figures in the corner - Gu Sheng were sitting cross-legged, with their eyes slightly closed, as if they had entered deep meditation.
Ling Xiao was sitting casually on the ground, playing with a blue-light orb in his hand.
"You guys!"
Pan Zhuang shouted sharply.
"Where is that senior?"
Ling Xiao continued to play with the orb without raising his head.
"Blind? Isn't it right here?"
Yu Tianyi was furious.
"Seeking death!"
He took a sudden step forward, but was stopped by Pan Zhuang.
Pan Zhuang suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice.
"Ling Xiao, who killed this Blood Pattern Python?"
Ling Xiao finally raised his head and pointed lazily at Gu Sheng.
"Well, it's not him."
"Fart!"
Jin Xianyun screamed.
"Just him? Can a Earth Palace Mid Stage piece of trash kill a seventh-level monster?"
Ling Xiao shrugged.
"Believe it or not love."
Pan Zhuang narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Gu Sheng who was still meditating.
The latter's breathing was steady and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation around his body. He didn't look like a master who could kill Blood Pattern Python with one sword.
"Where is Saint Infant Grass?"
Pan Zhuang asked directly.
Ling Xiao pursed his lips.
"He took it, go and get it yourself."
Yu Tianyi couldn't hold it back any longer, spiritual power surged throughout his body.
"I'll kill you first, you trash talker!"
Pan Zhuang did not stop him this time, but walked slowly towards Gu Sheng.
"Junior brother Gu, hand over Saint Infant Grass. For the sake of my classmates, I can pretend that nothing happened."
Gu Sheng remained motionless, not even raising his eyelids.
This kind of disregard completely angered Pan Zhuang.
After all, he is a Earth Palace Late Stage monk, and he is somewhat famous in the inner sect. When has he ever been so despised?
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"
Pan Zhuang sneered and placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword.
Jin Xianyun took the opportunity to fan the flames.
"Senior Brother Yu, give that Ling Xiao some color first! Let him know the price of talking nonsense!"
Yu Tianyi walked towards Ling Xiao with a ferocious smile.
"Little beast, I'll slap your mouth to pieces first, and then I'll slowly figure out how to kill you."
Ling Xiao finally put down the orb in his hand and slowly raised his head.
Surprisingly, there was no fear in his eyes, but a bit of pity.
Ling Xiao slowly raised his head, his dark eyes showing no fluctuation.
His voice was eerily calm.
"I don't like people describing me as a pig's head."
"Hahaha!"
Yu Tianyi laughed, not taking these words seriously at all.
"Daoist Yong'an's useless apprentice dares to talk back?"
Jin Xianyun clapped and applauded.
"Senior Brother Yu, slap him harder! It's best to smash his stinky face!"
The wind from the palm roared, but stopped three inches away from Ling Xiao's cheek.
Yu Tianyi's wrist was firmly clasped by a hand that looked thin but was like an iron vise. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that it didn't move at all.
"You"
Yu Tianyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and alarm bells rang in his heart.
Ling Xiao snorted coldly and jerked his arm.
Yu Tianyi felt an irresistible force coming from him, and he staggered forward.
A heartbreaking pain came from his abdomen - Ling Xiao's fist hit his Dantian like a meteorite.
"Ah——!"
Yu Tianyi let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
Ling Xiao didn't stop and punched the same position three times in a row.
Each punch had a dull explosion, and Yu Tianyi's protective body shattered like a paste.
The last punch sent him flying three feet away, and he fell heavily to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.
"Pfft——"
Yu Tianyi spurted out another mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments, rolled his eyes and passed out.
The entire cave fell silent for an instant.
Yu Tianyi's five classmates were dumbfounded. The third senior brother, the strongest among them, was easily eliminated like a sandbag?
Jin Xianyun's smile froze on his face, and his legs shook unconsciously.
Pan Zhuang's originally leisurely footsteps suddenly stopped, and his sharp eyes took a serious look at this inconspicuous young man for the first time.
The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became - Ling Xiao's seemingly casual posture was actually flawless; his breathing was long and even, and the spiritual power in his body was as deep as the ocean.
"At least Earth Palace Mid Stage!"
Pan Zhuang narrowed his eyes and his voice was cold.
"Boy, you hid deep enough. When did Daoist Yong'an have a person like you?"
Ling Xiao flicked his wrist without even looking at him.
"None of your business."
"Presumptuous!"
Pan Zhuang The four junior brothers behind him shouted angrily at the same time, Earth Palace stage's momentum exploded, and gravel fell in the cave.
Ling Xiao was still standing lazily, not even moving his clothes.
Pan Zhuang raised his hand to stop his fellow disciple and stepped forward slowly.
With each step he took, his breath surged. When he took the seventh step, a dazzling green light suddenly erupted from his body.
"Earth Palace Realm early stage!"
Pan Zhuang proudly holds his hands behind his back.
"You are proud of yourself for being able to force me to use my true strength. Now kneel down and beg for mercy, and I can give you a good time."
Ling Xiao finally looked at him, but he looked like an idiot.
"So much nonsense."
"Seeking death!"
Pan Zhuang was so angry that he smiled, and the spiritual sword at his waist was unsheathed with a clang.
The blade is completely green, with seven bloody lines wrapped around it.
He held the knife in both hands and raised it above his head. The energy of the knife suddenly surged ten feet, the whole cave shook violently, and a spiderweb-like gap opened on the top.
"Seven Evil Kills!"
The green sword energy turned into a ferocious ghost face, and the stone walls where it passed were cut open like tofu.
The power of this sword is enough to split the entire hill in half!
"There's too much movement."
Gu Sheng, who had been meditating, suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.
"Quick victory."
Ling Xiao smiled.
"Did you hear that? My senior brother is too noisy."
Facing the devastating sword, Ling Xiao just raised his right hand casually.
His movements seemed slow, but he held the blade accurately the moment the sword came upon him!
"Crack!"
The crisp cracking sound echoed through the cave. In Pan Zhuang's disbelieving eyes, his natal spiritual sword, which he had been practicing for twenty years, was crushed into pieces by Ling Xiao's bare hands!
"This is impossible—" Pan Zhuang's roar stopped abruptly.
Ling Xiao's fist was already imprinted on his chest. It seemed like a light blow, but Pan Zhuang flew backwards and smashed seven stone pillars before stopping.
"Poof!"
Pan Zhuang The blood spurted out drew an arc in the air.
He struggled to get up, but found that 80% of the bones in his body were broken, and his spiritual power was shattered by a punch.
"Teacher, senior brother."
Several junior fellow apprentices were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
Senior Brother Pan, who they thought was invincible, couldn't even take a single move?
Pan Zhuang Suddenly felt a chill on my back.
He turned his head with difficulty and met a pair of slowly opening eyes - those of Gu Sheng, as dark as ink and as cold as knives.
There was no spiritual power fluctuation, but Pan Zhuang's blood seemed to freeze instantly.
What a pair of eyes those are! Like an evil ghost crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, just looking at each other makes people tremble.
"No, don't"
Pan Zhuang His teeth were chattering and his crotch was already wet.
"Tsk——"
A silver-white sword energy flashed out of thin air, like moonlight pouring down, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
Pan Zhuang didn't even have time to react. He only felt a chill on his neck and his vision suddenly spun.
"Boom!"
The headless corpse collapsed to the ground, blood spurting from its severed neck and winding into a river on the damp cave floor.
The head rolled out three feet away, with an expression of disbelief still on its face, and the figure of Gu Sheng holding a sword reflected in its wide eyes.
"Tick tock. Tick tock"
Blood beads fell from the tip of Azure Jade Sword, which was particularly clear in the silent cave.
"Ah——!!!"
Jin Xianyun's scream suddenly exploded, almost piercing the eardrum.
She staggered back, her skirt embroidered with gold threads was stained with mud, and her carefully styled bun was in disarray.
The pretty face that always had a haughty expression was now distorted into a human shape, and her face was covered with tears and snot.
"Senior Brother Pan, Senior Brother Pan, he"
She pointed a trembling finger at the headless body.
The three senior brothers looked pale. The oldest horse-faced monk's teeth chattered as he suddenly pointed at the inch-deep sword mark on the rock wall.
"Look! The incision on the monster's head and that of Senior Brother Pan."
Several people followed his hand and saw that the remaining traces of sword energy on the rock wall were exactly the same as the wounds on Pan Zhuang's neck. They were all special spiral patterns - this was a sign of the sword energy being condensed to the extreme.
"He killed it!"
The short and fat monk suddenly screamed strangely.
"He killed that fourth-level Iron Back Azure Wolf! We took his trophies!"
This sentence was like a basin of ice water poured on everyone's heads.
The existence that can kill the fourth-level monster alone must be at least Heavenly Palace Mid Stage.
And the strongest Pan Zhuang among them is no more than Earth Palace Great Perfection.
"Run!"
Someone shouted, and the three of them crushed Divine Movement Talisman at the same time, turning into three streams of light and running in different directions.
Ling Xiao snorted coldly, and just as he was about to throw the spear in his hand, a cyan afterimage flashed in front of his eyes.
"Poof! Poof! Poof!"
Three muffled sounds sounded almost simultaneously.
Azure Jade Sword drew a strange arc in the air and instantly penetrated the three fleeing figures.
When the sword tip emerged from the chests of the three men, it was not stained with any blood.
"Uh"
The horse-faced monk looked down at the blood hole that suddenly appeared in his chest, with a look of joy on his face as he had escaped.
His heart had been crushed by the sword energy, but because the sword was so fast, he didn't feel the pain until he fell to the ground.
The short, fat monk threw himself into the puddle, and the turbid water soon turned red.
He struggled to turn over and saw Gu Sheng slowly sheathing his sword, with no fluctuation in his dark eyes.
"Qingqinglong Brand."
The short and fat monk suddenly remembered something, and stretched out his trembling hands to his arms.
"Maybe if I keep it"
Before he finished speaking, his pupils had already dilated. Until his death, he could not take out the jade token that could contact the sect for rescue.
Ling Xiao kicked the nearest corpse and pouted.
"It's too cheap for them."
"It's not a good place to stay for a long time."
Gu Sheng frowned and looked outside the cave.
"Qinghe Holy Land's inspection envoy will be here at any time."
He said and walked towards Jin Xianyun who was lying limply on the ground.
This rich lady, who was so arrogant just now, is now huddled in the corner like mud, her expensive robes stained with blood.
"Don't kill me."
Jin Xianyun suddenly rushed over and hugged Gu Sheng's legs, with a twisted smile on his raised face.
"I can be your cauldron! I know a lot of Qinghe Holy Land's secrets! My father is"
"Zheng!"
Azure Jade Sword was three inches out of the sheath, and the cold light reflected her tearful face.
Jin Xianyun's voice suddenly became sharp.
"You can't kill me! I have a bloodline restriction! My father can."
The sword light flashed away.
Jin Xianyun's voice stopped.
She looked down at her heart, where a sword was stuck, and the cloud patterns on the sword were greedily sucking her blood.
"Sinister as a snake, it leaves trouble for future generations."
Gu Sheng With a twist of his wrist, the sword energy exploded, grinding the still-beating heart into mincemeat.
Ling Xiao took a breath of cold air.
He had seen many ruthless characters, but this was the first time he was as decisive as Gu Sheng.
Even though he could be conquered and used as a chess piece, he killed them all without hesitation.