Chapter 395: Kill!

The battlefield, originally chaotic and noisy, plunged completely into a deathly silence.

Lady Luo was pinned through the body by a blade, kneeling on the ground, her death appearance utterly miserable.

Her eyes remained wide open, her pupils gradually dilating.

Such a scene sent chills down everyone's spines.

Those capable of cultivating to the Jiang Jing must surely be accustomed to life and death.

What truly terrified people was this young man's method of killing!

How could a Xiang Xiang Xianyang disciple possibly teleport?

So... is he a believer of Spear Rot?

"Damn it!" Jia Jia Yanbiao's face turned deathly pale, his heart growing increasingly terrified and uneasy.

These two young people are actually so insidious!

Claiming again and again to be believers of the Ninth-Rank God, Xiang Xiang Xianyang?

Yet in the end, one is a believer of the Second-Rank God, Lord Bei Feng, and the other a believer of the First-Rank God, Spear Rot!

No wonder they could ascend to the Jiang Jing at such a young age and reach this region... Wait!

That's not right!

How could a believer of Lord Bei Feng possibly know the Immortal Hoof?

And where would a believer of Spear Rot obtain a purification method in the form of Immortal Mist?

"Fuck!!"

Jia Jia Yanbiao cursed furiously in his heart; extreme fear had triggered extreme emotions.

What kind of believers are this dog couple, exactly?

"Hum~" Inside Lu Ran's sleeve, the Reincarnation Coin trembled slightly, its sound imperceptible.

Rarely, Lu Ran did not absorb the soul into his eyes, but instead confined Lady Luo's departed soul within the copper coin.

Of course, this served merely as a temporary transit station.

This woman was clearly a leader, honored with the title "Shanzhai Lady."

Since her status was high, she likely knew considerable intelligence.

After this battle concluded, he would naturally interrogate her thoroughly.

"Fellow Daoist, there... there must be some misunderstanding!" The long-haired man clad in a black robe stammered.

"Misunderstanding?" Lu Ran smiled.

You eight split into two teams, attacking from front and back, one overt and one covert; you call this a misunderstanding?

Your Lady Luo was shoved toward us, then suddenly unleashed a Blood Sea Chaos; is this also a misunderstanding?

Having said that, for eight Jiang Jing cultivators to surround and kill two Jiang Jing cultivators, with Lady Luo not acting directly and instead willing to stage such a play, could indeed be considered full of sincerity.

"Heh." Lu Ran suddenly turned his head to look.

The speaker was precisely the long-haired man who had previously scolded Deng Deng Yuxiang for being ungrateful.

Just moments ago he wore a gloomy expression, threatening and rebuking, yet now he was humble and submissive.

"Ah!" The long-haired man was instantly frightened into taking a step back.

Because, in the blink of an eye, Lu Ran had activated a pair of horizontal pupils.

Sister Xian Yang Shen Fa · Immortal Pupils!

This technique could amplify the terror within a target's heart.

The prerequisite for this technique to take effect required the opponent to already harbor fear.

On this battlefield, this prerequisite condition had been perfectly fulfilled!

The terrifying methods Lu Ran had displayed, and Lady Luo pinned dead on the ground with eyes unblinking, were enough to make one's heart tremble with fear!

"Whoosh~"

Lu Ran's figure flashed, instantly appearing behind the long-haired man.

The long-haired man's temples throbbed violently; in the instant he turned, he flung out a blood chain, his large red robe sweeping fiercely open.

It had to be admitted that the substance of a Jiang Jing believer was indeed substantial.

Under such extreme fear, this person instinctively reacted and even predicted Lu Ran's movement; indeed, very impressive.

But that was all.

With a crisp "Crack!"

The Rosy Xia Guang Dao flashed past, and the blood chain was instantly shattered.

Along with it, the man's large red robe was torn apart with a ripping sound.

A divine weapon like the Rosy Xia Guang Dao, which had already activated its domain, possessed sharpness a notch higher than divine weapons like the Silent Night Blade!

Coupled with the power amplification from Lu Ran's River Rank · Soul-Splitting Force,

whether blood chains or blood-evil robes, they were all items destined to be destroyed by a single strike!

"Ahhh~~~"

The long-haired man was slashed flying backward; only his remaining water-flow armor saved his life.

As he flew backward, his face was deathly pale, and even his scream carried a trembling tone.

Because inadvertently, he had made eye contact with Lu Ran's horizontal pupils again!

This time, the long-haired man was terrified to the extreme, unable even to maintain his water-flow armor steadily.

"No!"

"Wait—" Jia Jia Yanbiao and another teammate exclaimed in both shock and rage.

Because Deng Deng Yuxiang was darting through rapidly, her broken blade already striking down.

It looked like a broken blade, but in truth, long blade marks trailed across its surface.

Countless razor-sharp blade marks slashed from the long-haired man's left shoulder to his right waist, splitting his body diagonally in two!

Clean and decisive!

The two halves of the corpse flew past Deng Deng Yuxiang's body, one to the left and one to the right.

Splattered all over with blood, she radiated killing intent as she turned her head to look at Jia Jia Yanbiao.

Misunderstanding?

Heh.

"Hiss—"

Great Dream Nightmare said nothing more; immortal mist surged beneath his feet again as he suddenly darted away.

At the same time, in the mountain forest behind.

"Xiao Jun, run!" An elderly Nuo Sha believer, seeing the situation turn dire, hurriedly urged.

In the blink of an eye, two Prisoner of Demon disciples had already died miserably!

This young man and woman possessed great strength, bizarre techniques, and ruthless, domineering methods!

They were absolutely not the fragile lambs from before.

We spend our days hunting geese, yet today we fear being pecked in the eye by one! If we don't leave now, we won't be able to escape at all!

The youth called "Xiao Jun" cast a hateful glance at the Blazing Phoenix Pattern Gourd at Lu Ran's waist, then turned and fled.

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly, a voice came from directly ahead.

The youth who had just been on the distant battlefield had somehow blocked the path of the four.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically!

Almost simultaneously, vicious masks floated onto the faces of all four Nuo Sha believers.

Nuo Sha Divine Art·Nuo Mask Fear!

This technique can inflict spiritual damage on a target, causing fear to arise in their heart.

But Lu Ran was not afraid!

Why was he not afraid?

Because the Ghost General clan did not agree.

The Evil Spear Emperor clan, which looks down upon the world, agreed even less!

In an instant, Lu Ran's gaze intertwined with that of a Nuo Sha believer.

Come!

A clash of Jing Shen Ji Fa!

You have Nuo Mask Fear; I have Puppet Thread Pupils!

A bewitching red quietly welled up in Lu Ran's eyes.

A Nuo Sha believer instantly stiffened; he felt a blur before his eyes and found himself dragged into a deep crimson world.

Between heaven and earth lay a bewitchingly beautiful expanse of deep crimson.

From all directions, countless thin red threads stabbed inward.

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

"Aah!!" The Nuo Sha believer screamed and wailed miserably.

The densely packed threads stabbing forward had tips like needle points.

The red threads pierced every inch of his skin, penetrating his flesh, blood, and bones.

And the agony suffered in the spiritual world was reflected completely onto his physical body in the real world.

"Aaaah!!" The man's eyes nearly burst from their sockets as cold sweat poured down his body.

The intense pain radiating from his limbs and bones made him lose control; the next moment, he felt a chill in his chest!

Lu Ran, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, suddenly materialized behind him; a bright blade pierced his lower back, and the blood-stained blade tip emerged from his chest.

The remaining three underwent drastic changes in expression!

"Yah!!" The sole female Nuo Sha believer could not help but let out a shriek as a lingering image expanded around her body.

Nuo Sha Divine Art·Dance of Nuo Sha!

The huge divine lingering image immediately began to dance, its movements broad and powerful, quite imposing.

This technique can cause targets within a certain range to dance along with the lingering image, thereby controlling their bodies.

The drawback is that this technique consumes divine power and strength to an extreme degree, and once activated, it cannot be stopped.

The divine lingering image will exhaust the caster's last shred of strength; only when the caster is utterly spent will the image dissipate.

"Go, Xiao Jun! You all flee quickly!"

The female Nuo Sha disciple struck a pose of sacrificing her life for righteousness, signaling the elderly man and Xiao Jun to escape.

As she spoke, she wielded a pair of short blades and charged straight at Lu Ran.

However, Lu Ran flickered away, his figure vanishing without a trace.

Immediately, the female Nuo Sha believer's face turned iron-green!

That extremely domineering youth had actually chosen not to confront his opponent directly, but had left instead?

At the same time, on another battlefield.

A Prisoner of Demon believer was putting up a stubborn resistance, activating Blood Sea Chaos and dyeing a patch of land red.

His large red robe waved continuously, and blood chains flailed wildly as he fought in a tangled melee with Deng Deng Yuxiang.

As for the only remaining Prisoner of Demon disciple, that rough and burly man Jia Jia Yanbiao, he was quite unprincipled!

He abandoned his comrades, fleeing in panic deep into the mountain forests.

Suddenly, a human figure descended from the sky!

"Damn!" Jia Jia Yanbiao's expression changed drastically.

He slammed on the brakes, instinctively whipping the tail of his robe behind him.

"Boom!" A massive sound erupted.

Lu Ran's feet stomped heavily onto the red robe's hem, causing energy to churn violently.

Lie Hun Mo Xie Fa · Lie Hun Mo Ti!

A single strike was not enough to crush Jia Jia Yanbiao's great red robe.

But under Lu Ran's "War Stomp," Jia Jia Yanbiao crashed heavily toward the ground.

"Fellow Daoist! Young friend! Spare me! Ahhh!"

"Whoosh!!"

A wild wind suddenly arose.

Lu Ran reached down, unleashing the Great Wind of the Night Charm Clan to add force to Jia Jia Yanbiao's fall.

"I'll f*** your—" Jia Jia Yanbiao's eyes bulged until they nearly split; his pleas for mercy and filthy insults switched seamlessly.

However, his curse words were not fully spoken before being interrupted by a snake's cry.

A snake's cry?

Jia Jia Yanbiao had suffered such a tremendous impact that he even thought he was hallucinating.

"Hiss!!"

Yet, a sharp snake cry truly rang out, echoing through the entire mountain forest!

While Lu Ran unleashed the wild wind, a phantom white-scaled python actually surged forth from his hand?

Mian She Xie Fa · Sister Xian Tian Mang!

The phantom giant python roared as it dove, frantically bombarding Jia Jia Yanbiao and fiercely shattering the earth.

"Crack!!"

The great red robe shattered, and the Water Flow Armor became increasingly fragmented.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Jia Jia Yanbiao's face turned crimson, his blue veins bulging violently.

He cast spells frantically, desperately urging the remaining Water Flow Armor while also attempting to escape the deep pit.

But the phantom giant python, thirty meters long, struck downward fiercely, pinning Jia Jia Yanbiao and pounding him inch by inch into the earth!

"Whoosh~"

Following the tail of the Sister Xian Tian Mang, a human figure plummeted rapidly.

Energy churned beneath Lu Ran's boots as he stomped heavily onto Jia Jia Yanbiao's face.

Or more accurately, onto that filthy mouth.

"Boom!" A massive sound erupted.

Jia Jia Yanbiao's Water Flow Armor, already thinned by the bombardment, was crushed ruthlessly by Lu Ran's stomp.

Along with it, the lower half of Jia Jia Yanbiao's face was crushed to powder, blood flowing profusely.

Lu Ran's gaze was incomparably cold and sinister.

Lie Hun Mo Ti activated again, launching another War Stomp!

Without hesitation, he stomped ruthlessly toward that blood-stained head.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking made one's hair stand on end!

In the deep pit, only a headless corpse remained.

Lu Ran's chest heaved slightly, murderous intent surging in his heart, before his figure flashed and vanished.

On the other battlefield, within the mountain forest not far from the Nuo Sha afterimage.

Lu Ran appeared silently, twitching the tip of his nose.

Sniff~

The next moment, his figure flashed again.

After several searches and several flashes, he stood beneath a large tree.

Directly ahead, not far away, was the figure of a young man, holding that female Nuo Sha disciple in his arms.

"You two." A faint voice came from behind.

The woman's heart trembled violently, her eyes filled with despair: "Xiao Jun..."

Gao Gao Shanjun's face stiffened, and he stopped with staggering steps.

He slowly turned his head and saw that young man filled with murderous intent.

Lu Ran's pupils were cold as he spoke word by word:

"Did I say you could leave?"

Begging for some monthly tickets!

(End of Chapter)