476: Chapter 476: You Have a Better Future in Tomb Raiding!
476: Chapter 476: You Have a Better Future in Tomb Raiding!
Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s strike with his sword was the most powerful technique among the Taoist Sect’s Demon-Subduing Sword skills.
Its fierce montum and formidable strength far surpassed the Eighteen Swords of Whirlwind Rain from Jiangnan’s Misty Rain Tower.
The sword strike seed to co from beyond the heavens, and in an instant, it cleaved down toward Ghost Hand’s head.
Ghost Hand sidestepped half a step with his right foot, while simultaneously tilting his body slightly, narrowly avoiding the sword in a critical mont.
The blade of the sword nearly touched his chest as it sliced down rapidly.
Elder Taoist Qingxuan, steeped in swordplay for decades, was undoubtedly a swordsman of the highest order.
When his initial strike missed, he imdiately swept his sword horizontally toward Ghost Hand’s abdon.
Ghost Hand sucked in his belly violently, bending his body forward fiercely as he retreated rapidly with the direction of Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s horizontal sweep.
Elder Taoist Qingxuan shadowed his movents, following closely.
The sword’s montum was unrelenting, with the blade remaining a re half a foot from Ghost Hand’s belly.
Had Ghost Hand’s speed slowed even slightly, his soft abdon would have been slit open by the sword in the elder’s hand, his innards spilling out and his life ending there and then.
Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s strike amalgamated all of the essence of the Demon-Subduing Sword, exquisite to the extre.
Seeing this, the more than twenty disciples from Qingcheng Temple couldn’t help but burst into exclamations of praise.
Even Wu De, who had maintained a calm expression throughout, couldn’t help but frown slightly at that mont.
He thought to himself that Elder Taoist Qingxuan, in his desperate bid for survival, had played beyond his level; that sword strike had probably reached the level of an Earth Level initial stage martial artist.
If Ghost Hand wished to avoid this strike, he’d likely have to reveal so of his true abilities.
Taoist Priest Qingxuan and Ghost Hand, one advancing and the other retreating, one attacking and the other defending, had quickly moved back by more than ten ters.
Ghost Hand’s back was about to slam into a high wall, leaving him no room to retreat.
A few disciples from Qingcheng Temple, as if foreseeing the scene of Ghost Hand being bisected by a sword strike, couldn’t hold back their cheers.
Contrary to everyone’s expectations, just as Ghost Hand’s back was about to press against the wall, he made an extrely bold move.
He suddenly quickened his retreat, then twisted his waist with a slight tilt to the right, and incredibly, used the left side of his waist and abdon to et Taoist Priest Qingxuan’s horizontally slashing sword.
“Die!”
Elder Taoist Qingxuan clenched his teeth, gripped his sword even tighter, and, summoning all his potential, sent the sword cutting out horizontally with all his might.
Clang—
Instead of the sound of flesh being instantly severed, the sharp blade produced a crisp clang, like tal striking stone, when it hit Ghost Hand, and sparks flew.
“What has he got on him?”
Elder Taoist Qingxuan was taken aback and had barely ford the question in his mind when he saw a fist gleaming with golden light strike with incomparable speed, directly targeting his own chest.
Before Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s eyes, an illusion seed to appear; a towering Buddha adorned in golden robes swung a Zen staff, pounding towards him with an overwhelming pressure that sparked desperation.
“No good!”
Elder Taoist Qingxuan cursed inwardly and bit his own tongue hard.
The pain shattered the illusion in front of him.
Although Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s reaction was fast, it was not faster than Ghost Hand’s fist.
As the illusion vanished, Elder Taoist Qingxuan realized that Ghost Hand’s punching fist was already touching the fabric of his chest, leaving him no space to dodge.
“It’s over!”
Before the fist even touched his flesh, Elder Taoist Qingxuan felt a vast, heavy, and vigorous force surge into his chest, as if it could shatter and smash everything.
Elder Taoist Qingxuan let out a mournful sigh, mobilizing the last bit of his potential and concentrating all his True Yuan in front of his chest, hoping to fend off Ghost Hand’s earth-shattering blow.
Hope is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
Ghost Hand’s fist viciously struck Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s chest, sending him flying through the air.
Even before he hit the ground, his internal organs were completely destroyed, and he died.
Until his death, Elder Taoist Qingxuan did not understand how his sword stroke had been so easily blocked by Ghost Hand.
Elder Taoist Qingxuan did not know that, due to the lack of a Spatial Ring, Ghost Hand had to temporarily stash the Essence Stones given to him by Fang Bai in his clothes, including a few tucked into the waist pocket on his left side.
Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s fierce sword strike had hit one of those Essence Stones in Ghost Hand’s left waist pocket.
The hardness of the Essence Stone far exceeded that of ordinary rocks, hence the sword stroke did not injure Ghost Hand at all.
“Uncle-Master!”
Witnessing Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s lifeless body hitting the ground, the twenty-plus Qingcheng Temple Disciples watching were dumbfounded for a mont before they let out mournful cries.
They rushed forward in a swarm, surrounding Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s body.
“Let’s fight him together!”
After a mont, soone shouted in rage, and the twenty-plus Qingcheng Temple Disciples turned and, with bare hands or swords, charged at Ghost Hand, filled with a desire for vengeance.
Ghost Hand bowed his head to adjust the clothing that had been cut by Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s sword then confronted the challenge, charging into the midst of a group of Qingcheng Temple Disciples.
Those Qingcheng Temple Disciples were, after all, Profound Level early-stage Martial Artists.
Had they cald down and coordinated their attacks, they might have caused Ghost Hand considerable trouble.
But at that mont, with blood boiling in their heads and grief in their hearts, they fought individually—and were no match for Ghost Hand.
With anger fuelling his force, Ghost Hand showed no rcy.
Almost with each punch, one of the twenty-plus Qingcheng Temple Disciples was sent flying, none able to withstand the might of his fist.
More than ten minutes later, the ground around Ghost Hand was randomly littered with over twenty bodies, each one bearing the deep dent left by the impact of Ghost Hand’s fist.
“Change your clothes, and let’s go!”
Fang Bai took out a set of clothes from his Spatial Ring and threw them to Ghost Hand, then turned and started descending the mountain.
Wu De flashed a grin and followed Fang Bai down the mountain.
Ghost Hand stepped in front of the clothes left by Fang Bai, his body shook slightly as the True Essence Force radiated from him, instantly shattering his bloodied garnts and revealing his scar-covered, naked body.
“Misty Rain Tower…
Qingcheng Temple…
Next up is Shaolin!”
Ghost Hand quickly changed into the clothes he had picked up, then glanced at the corpses of Qingcheng Temple Disciples strewn across the ground and strode away.
“Younger brother, where’s your next stop?
If there’s more fighting to be had, take with you!
The Taoist Master…
ahem, this humble Taoist can not only rob tombs exceptionally well but is also quite strong in a fight!”
At the base of Qingcheng Temple, Wu De looked at Fang Bai who was standing with his hands behind his back by the pathway, his expression indifferent, and asked with a chuckling rub of his hands.
Before Fang Bai, he dared not call himself “Taoist Master”.
After pondering, he felt that “humble Taoist” was more appropriate.
There was no helping it; who could deny Fang Bai’s superior strength?
In the Ancient Martial World, power is paramount, the mightier lead the way, mighty fists make you the boss.
Wu De’s show of humility was both to ingratiate himself with Fang Bai and acknowledge his strength.
Fang Bai smiled and said, “I think compared to fighting, tomb robbing has more prospects for you!”
Wu De thought Fang Bai was mocking him, so he responded with a forced laugh, “I know that robbing graves is a vile act, but having followed my wild Taoist master since childhood, it’s beco a habit I can’t kick!
If I go three to five months without doing it, my hands start itching!”
(PS: I’m seeking votes!)
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