Chapter 587: A Master of Spiritual Power

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Duanmu Ya clasped her palms and activated her Genuine Qi. She struck her palms downward and a gigantic, seven-meter handprint appeared.

“Break through it!”

The man in black, Cao Ying, quickly turned his wrist and thrust his four-meter sword forward. 36 sword shadows broke through Duanmu Ya’s handprint. He aimed for another strike at her.

Duanmu Ya pointed her forefinger and middle finger together in the form of a “jianjue.” The “jianjue” clashed with Cao Ying’s sword, making a clanging noise.

Qi columns from the two burst forward. They turned into thousands of razor-sharp sword Qi, permeating the entire courtyard.

“CRASH!”

The frames of the building started collapsing one after the other. The sword Qi left bowl-sized marks on the ground, covering it with cavities.

The fighting noises caused the Demonic Sect warriors to come from all corners. But they could not go against their superiors of the Fish-Dragon Realm.

The sword Qi soared around the courtyard and pierced through these inrushing warriors, killing them on the spot.

Zhang Ruochen observed silently and gently shook his head.

Earth Realm and Heaven Realm warriors should not intervene in a fight between Fish-Dragon Realm superiors. Anyone who did that was asking for death. Even if he tried, Zhang Ruochen would not have been able to save many warriors.

Zhang Ruochen did not want to intervene between the Demonic sect and the Black Market. After all, he needed to be extra careful on this trip to the Eastern Evil Land. To keep his identity a secret, it was best for him not to provoke anyone.

He had only one goal: to kill Di Yi.

Duanmu Ya landed rather hastily on the ground. The five fingers of her left hand were bloodied.

Quite clearly, she did not have the upper hand in the fight.

Cao Ying landed too. He walked over with a long sword in his hand and snorted. “This Chief of the Demonic Sect is just so-so.”

“You two wouldn’t have been able to beat me had I not been poisoned.”

Duanmu Ya’s breath became feeble and her arms kept shaking.

Fang Jie strode up from behind her and sneered. “Duanmu Ya, you won’t be able to escape today!”

“Whizz!”

All of a sudden, there was a sound of a subtle sound of something whizzing through the air.

A green needle, as fine as a cow’s hair, flew in from the direction of the red tower. It was heading for Fang Jie’s back.

Fang Jie’s ears were wriggling. He turned swiftly to face behind him and thrust his short spear forward. It struck the fine green needle.

“Wham!” The green needle exploded. A massive, whirling mass of energy hit Fang Jie, and he had to take three steps backward.

“Astral Wind Breaking Needle!”

Anger shone from Fang Jie’s eagle eyes. He looked around and shouted. “Who is it? Get out now!”

The Astral Wind Breaking Needle was a Level-Eight Genuine Martial Arms. It was capable of ripping through a Monk’s Protective Vigorous Qi and causing an explosion in his body after emitting massive energy.

Even a superior in the Sixth Change of the Fish-dragon Realm would probably die after being hit.

From outside the courtyard came the sound of rushing wind. Someone appeared to be moving around quickly, constantly changing her positions. She sometimes emerged from the east and sometimes from the west. No one could tell where she was.

A loud female voice rang out in the air. “Fang Jie and Cao Ying, you impudent rascals! How dare you fight people from the Moon Worship Sect! Don’t you know the Blood Cloud Sect will be exterminated for that?”

The hidden woman injected Genuine Qi into her voice, forming powerful, piercing sound waves.

Cao Ying’s eyes turned icy cold. “Since Your Highness the Saintess is here, please show yourself!”

It was obvious that Cao Ying and Fang Jie were well prepared. They had known beforehand that both Duanmu Ya and the Saintess of the Demonic Sect were in Liyuan City.

Zhang Ruochen’s heart felt a slight tremor. He raised his head in the direction of the red tower. He was certain he had heard the voice of Duanmu Xingling.

Did she leave the Saint Academy and return to the Demonic Sect?

When Wan Zhaoyi was arresting Zhang Ruochen at Saint Prince’s Mansion, he had claimed that Zhang Ruochen was colluding with the Demonic Sect and to kill the soldiers of the Primitive World.

Since the Ministry of War knew about this, Zhang Ruochen believed that the Ministry could unravel Duanmu Xingling’s real identity from the happenings in the Wood Spirit Primitive World.

As her identity had been exposed, Duanmu Xingling could only return to the Demonic Sect.

Zhang Ruochen guided his Genuine Qi to the Meridians around both of his eyes. He began scrutinizing his surroundings and soon detected Duanmu Xingling.

Her movements were very quick but her cultivation level was too low. How could she possibly fool Zhang Ruochen?

“Lingxi, be quick and run!” said Duanmu Ya.

“I can’t escape.”

Fang Jie stared coldly and soon pinpointed where Mu Lingxi was. He dashed forward.

“Bang!” He rammed his body against the wall and stretched his huge hand out to try to grab Mu Lingxi’s left shoulder.

Duanmu Ya had wanted to help her, but Cao Ying forced her back. He stabbed Duanmu Ya in her belly, leaving her a deep wound there.

Mu Lingxi had just reached the Completion of Heaven Realm. She was no match for Fang Jie!

Mu Lingxi was captured by Fang Jie within one move.

“The Saintess of the Moon Worship Demonic Sect is just so-so too.”

Fang Jie’s five fingers clutched Mu Lingxi’s left shoulder tightly. Poison from his fingers ate into her War Suit and dark toxic fumes started billowing.

Mu Lingxi was fortunate enough to be wearing a War Suit. Otherwise, the poison from Fang Jie’s hand would corrode her skin, resulting in blood and pus.

“You wouldn’t be my match had my cultivation not been sealed,” Mu Lingxi remarked coldly.

“SWOSH!”

A white ancient sword soared out from Mu Lingxi’s left eye pupil. It was headed straight for Fang Jie’s heart.

This ancient white sword was more slender than a needle. The moment it pierced into Fang Jie’s heart, it turned into a five-meter Holy Sword.

Ancient crimson inscriptions were flashing along the surface of the sword. The inscriptions moved up and down, increasing the ancient sword’s power.

Fang Jie was a battle-seasoned veteran demon. Although Mu Lingxi had caught him off guard, he reacted in the shortest possible time.

“BAM!”

He let go of Mu Lingxi’s left shoulder, propelling himself backward using his legs.

Fang Jie looked at the bloodstains on his chest, and at the ancient sword Mu Lingxi was holding. His stare turned cold. He started laughing loudly. “Wonderful! What an exceptional Holy Sword! Your Highness, this Holy Sword will be mine from now onward.”

Fang Jie secretly gathered his power and edged toward Mu Lingxi.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, Mu Lingxi could only move backward. Small beads of sweat started gathering on her forehead.

She was the Saintess of the Demonic Sect and had many trump cards. Even so, her cultivation was too low compared to Fang Jie’s. If they were to battle each other, she simply could not win.

Furthermore, when Fang Jie was clutching her left shoulder, he had dislocated her shoulder with a subtle wrench. Now she did not have enough strength even to lift an ounce.

Mu Lingxi could have easily used an imperial edict and escaped.

But she simply could not leave Duanmu Ya behind. Despite knowing that she was not his match, she could only continue fighting. She was trying to find a way to fight Fang Jie alongside Duanmu Ya.

Zhang Ruochen was worried that Duanmu Xingling would suffer a huge defeat in Fang Jie’s hands. He could not help but say, “Two grown men fighting two feeble women. That’s not quite right!”

Fang Jie stopped in his tracks and glared at Zhang Ruochen. He said coldly, “Young lad, I am the No. 8 Killer of the Blood Cloud Sect, Fang Jie. You’d better be sensible and drink your tea quietly. Don’t intervene.”

Zhang Ruochen sat by the table and toyed with his jade teacup. He laughed. “The Blood Cloud Sect! What an interesting name! Unfortunately, I have just concluded a business deal with the proprietress. Who will deliver my goods if you capture her?”

Zhang Ruochen changed his voice deliberately to make himself sound flippant. He wanted to let the others think he was a young, profligate swordsman.

Mu Lingxi glanced at the young man sitting by the pond. Because of a pillar, she could not make out his figure.

Fang Jie snorted coldly. “I shall deal with you after I capture this Saintess of the Demonic Sect.”

Fang Jie bent his fingers quickly to form two black claws. He was using an inferior-class Ghost Level martial technique, the White Bone Ghost Claw.

The White Bone Ghost Claw had evolved from another martial technique, the Hell Ghost King Claw. The latter was a superior claw technique of the Black Market Excellence Hall. Although White Bone Ghost Claw could not match Hell Ghost King Claw’s power, it was still a very sinister and profound claw technique all the same.

“CRACK!”

Fang Jie’s ten fingers became longer and longer, as he swiftly clawed at Mu Lingxi.

Before his claws had reached Mu Lingxi, dozens of white bone claw prints had appeared in the air.

Within a 300-meter radius, countless shadowy claws danced about. Strong gusts accompanied them. The toxic fumes condensed into a poisonous cloud, enveloping Mu Lingxi and Fang Jie.

Mu Lingxi’s present level of cultivation was too low to fend off Fang Jie’s White Bone Ghost Claw. Even with the help of a Holy Sword, she could only be moving backward.

It appeared that the White Bone Ghost Claw was about to land on Mu Lingxi.

Zhang Ruochen sighed and stretched out one finger to point to the heavens.

Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi quickly gathered and condensed into a lightning bolt.

“CLAP!”

A thunderbolt––the size of a wine cup––thundered mid-air and hit the top of Fang Jie’s head.

Instantly, all the paw prints and toxic fumes disintegrated.

Fang Jie’s body was completely charred. His hair was standing on its ends, and his scalp had ruptured causing fresh blood to spurt.

The strike had alerted Duanmu Ya and Cao Ying who were fighting.

The two stopped fighting at the same time and stepped backward, glancing at Zhang Ruochen.

“A Master of Spiritual Power?”

A serious expression could be seen on Cao Ying’s face. He started to become vigilant.

Despite his high cultivation level, Fang Jie could not escape the Spiritual Power strike. This man’s Spiritual Power was very powerful indeed.

It was terrifying to see a Master of Spiritual Power casting spells using a Psychic Staff. He alone was capable of combating a group of warriors from the same realm.

Warriors could not match a Master of Spiritual Power in the same realm.

Duanmu Ya was surprised, as she stared at the mysterious man with the metal mask. She had not expected the man to be an exalted Master of Spiritual Power.