The strength of the effect caused Fang Zheng to be slightly taken aback. It was as if sothing dawned on him, as his eyes suddenly erupted with intense fighting spirit.
"Hmm?"
The Daoist squinted:
"Martial Dao Will!"
Those who pursue the Dao dislike martial artists who comprehend the Martial Dao Will the most, as such individuals possess the power to break techniques, greatly diminishing the potency of magic on them.
However...
It's just a re martial artist!
Seeing Fang Zheng charging forward with his saber, the Daoist flicked his sleeve again. A pitch-black gourd floated from his waist, and its mouth opened.
"Poof!"
Streaks of fire shot out from the gourd's mouth.
In the blink of an eye,
there were already more than ten of them.
The streaks of fire wove into a net in mid-air, covering all directions, rushing toward the advancing Fang Zheng, sealing off his path of retreat.
Upon closer inspection,
those streaks of fire turned out to be palm-sized Fire Crows, but because of their incredible speed, they appeared as fire streaks.
The Fire Crows fluttered and lunged forward fiercely.
"Boom!"
"Crackle..."
The aura around Fang Zheng surged violently, as the Supre Yang Thunder True Intent erupted forcefully, causing the flock of incoming Fire Crows to freeze abruptly.
Even their fla forms beca unstable.
His forward montum increased trendously, and in the blink of an eye, he charged over ten ters, the saber blade reflecting a sharp, chilling glint.
Bad!
He's a Martial Artist!
The Daoist's eyes narrowed, his face showing shock. Without ti to think, he quickly executed a Finger Technique, causing the black gourd in front of him to spew out flas violently.
"Zheng..."
The sound of the saber humd softly.
Like muffled thunder resonating between heaven and earth, an electric light suddenly tore through the flas in front.
One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash!
The saber light struck the black gourd, slicing it away. Just as it was about to make contact with the Daoist, a wisp of black smoke appeared out of nowhere.
It was the bizarre Magical Artifact that had severely injured Households Commander Ming.
Fang Zheng's eyes sharpened, and he shouted loudly. The Thunder-Invoking Technique activated the dormant Power of Thunder within him, as this slash approached the limits of a Minor Cycle Martial Artist.
"Dang..."
When the saber light t the black smoke, it produced an ear-splitting sound of tal clashing.
Visible airwaves erupted from the point of contact; dust flew up, and leaves scattered, causing both figures to montarily pause.
In the next mont.
"Bang!"
Fang Zheng was flung high into the air and fell heavily to the ground. Even the long saber in his hand was thrown away, leaving him briefly dazed and deafened.
In terms of strength,
he was ultimately quite lacking.
On the other side.
The Daoist's smile froze, a slight bulge appeared on his forehead, and a bloodstained steel needle pierced through the skin, erging quietly from his skull.
Behind him,
five Resentful Souls converged into a Ghost Claw, gripping a steel needle and stabbing fiercely at the back of his head.
"Urgh..."
The Daoist's body swayed, his face showing reluctance. He wanted to turn around but ultimately lacked the strength, collapsing heavily to the ground with no life left.
"Phew..."
Fang Zheng propped himself up, gasping for air, as the lines on his wrist quietly recovered.
He had already been prepared to run, fortunately, the Resentful Ghosts were formidable, and of course, the Daoist's attention was entirely drawn to the front.
Otherwise...
He would have had to run!
"Damn!"
Fang Zheng shook his hand, showing a look of lingering fear:
"This guy wasn't even a Mage?"
When the saber shattered the flas just now, he sensed sothing wrong. A Mage's magic shouldn't be so easily broken, only a Warlock would be like this.
"Not being a Mage was already so troubleso. If he were a Mage, how terrible would it be?"
Facing soone who practices martial arts, even if he couldn't win, he could find a chance to escape. But when facing a Mage, escape was nearly impossible.
A Mage's spells are cast with just a thought, covering dozens of ters, and the speed is horrifyingly fast.
Escape?
Where would you run to?
One could only fight desperately.
Fortunately, though the opponent's thods were impressive, he was not a Mage. The reason he could cast spells without incantations must have been due to sothing else.
Moreover,
the Daoist's body was very fragile.
The defense of his physique was not even as strong as a Second Blood Martial Artist. If it were a Martial Artist, a surprise attack by the Resentful Soul would not have been fatal.
"The Power of Thunder, being Supre Yang, also has the effect of breaking techniques. The Gourd Magical Artifact could be sliced away with one strike, but it was that eerie black smoke..."
Fang Zheng stood up, shook his head, and stepped toward the Daoist's corpse.
With a casual rummage, he revealed a look of joy on his face.
Jackpot!
Although the Daoist did not carry a money pouch, everything on him was extrely extraordinary, so things couldn't even be valued with gold and silver.
The Daoist Robe was a Magical Artifact, comparable to carrying a simple Magic Altar, its grade far surpassed the one Zhang Mingrui wore; the High Crown could stabilize the spirit, making common soul-attacking Secret Techniques useless in the face of the High Crown.
Even those Yin Yang Boots seed to carry a hint of Pure Spirit Energy.
The opponent was equipped with ga-breaking buffs, no wonder he wasn't a Mage, yet his abilities were remarkable.
"Profound Fire Twelve True Chapters!"
"Magic!"
Holding the Secret Manual, Fang Zheng's eyes trembled, nearly crying with joy. He'd finally acquired a superior technique after being in the Otherworld for so long.
"What a good man..."
"Killing so many people, you're the first to carry a Cultivation Technique with you."
Furthermore, the black-skinned gourd that spewed flas had a crack, rendering it incomplete, no knowing if it was still usable.
The eerie black smoke also revealed its true form.
It was actually a section of leg bone.
The leg bone's origin was unknown, crystalline as jade, with subtle engravings etched on its surface, weighing heavily in hand.
This thing...
Could it really be refined into a Magical Artifact?
After stabilizing his spirit, Fang Zheng hurriedly took anything usable, wrapped them in a piece of cloth, and swiftly left the scene.
......
"Bang!"
"Crack..."
The beam cracked, and the house teetered on the brink of collapse.
Fang Zheng swiftly darted through, frowning as he surveyed the entire city from mid-air.
Today,
seed far more chaotic than usual.
Since the Anxi Army garrisoned Gu'an County, such a situation where fire erupted everywhere hadn't occurred, as if various forces simultaneously launched a counterattack.
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