Chapter 38: Life and Death

The moment the teacup was put down, outside the Camp Master's mansion, on the long street, blood was permeating, and corpses were everywhere!

Xu Qing's figure was like a ferocious tiger. Wherever he passed, blood was bound to splatter. Bloodstains spread on the ground, shocking to the eye. He walked and killed all the way!

And in front of him, guards of the Camp Master's mansion came rapidly from all directions, and there were even dozens of strange people wearing black clothes. They were cultivators from the caravan.

The goals of both sides were consistent: Xu Qing.

Following the continuous approach, a wind blew, lifting the bangs before Xu Qing's forehead. He simply didn't get used to the long sword on his back, so he held the dagger in his hand, his whole person seeming to merge into the wind, heading straight for a caravan cultivator at the sixth layer of Qi Condensation before him.

Crossing paths in an instant, the head flew off!

Amidst the spraying blood, more black-clothed people and guards rushed up.

Xu Qing looked at these caravan cultivators and was dazed for a moment. He recalled that on the day the caravan arrived, Lei Ting had indeed gone out to buy ingredients but returned very quickly.

Clearly, he had seen his enemy that day and wanted to leave early.

Xu Qing remained silent, his killing intent even stronger. His speed exploded comprehensively. He didn't dodge but rushed forward head-on.

In the distance, on the eaves, stood two people.

These two were one old and one middle-aged. The former wore blue Daoist robes, standing with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at the scene on the street. The latter was sitting there, chewing on a tendon-like rope in his mouth. Looking carefully, it was actually Shizi's bowstring.

Shizi's bowstring was extraordinary, and ordinary ironware was difficult to cut even a bit, but in this person's mouth, it was bitten segment by segment.

"A bit interesting. Like me, he is body tempering, but he is only at the sixth or seventh layer. He should be more fun than that person with a cross scar on his face."

"You come or I come?" The old man asked calmly.

"This is the range of your Jin Gang Sect, and that Camp Master is also an Elder of your Jin Gang Sect. Of course, it should be you, this newly promoted Elder of the Jin Gang Sect." The middle-aged man spat out the saliva with tendon segments and grinned ferociously.

The two were just talking when a roar drifted from the long street, and amidst the shrill screams, the seven or eight guards and black-clothed people surrounding Xu Qing all retreated.

One by one, their bodies staggered, blood spat out in large mouthfuls, and each of them had fatal injuries on their bodies, falling to the ground one after another, revealing Xu Qing who walked out from the encirclement of their corpses!

A fur coat that didn't know how many times it had been soaked in blood, a pair of straw sandals soaked black, a long head of hair shaking in the wind, and a pair of... cold eyes like a lone wolf.

His right hand was hanging down, and the dagger he held currently had blood flowing down the blade, dropping one by one onto the mud.

The seven or eight corpses beside him all died miserably. It wasn't Xu Qing's abuse, but any fatal wound was miserable.

And Xu Qing's strike was mainly for killing, without redundant movements, which caused those scavengers who saw this scene to have their hearts shaken strongly again.

Without looking at those corpses, Xu Qing was expressionless, only blood intent permeating his eyes, and he sped forward on the mud.

The target was precisely the Camp Master's mansion, which was still three hundred zhang away from him here.

Following his approach, the remaining ten or so black-clothed people from the caravan and a few Camp Master guards in front of the Camp Master's mansion were terrified and trembling, instinctively retreating.

And Xu Qing also accelerated a few steps, raised his head, and looked at the two figures on the roof in the distance.

The auras of these two were the strongest he had felt along the way, and at the same time, they were also the two strongest enemies he was facing now.

Xu Qing was very clear that once he chose to strike today, he had to... kill to the end, and their location was the only way to the Camp Master's mansion.

So after walking a few steps, he raised his left hand and hooked his fingers slightly toward the two on the eaves.

"Arrogant!" The blue-robed old man narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his body swayed. Following the wind beneath his feet, he actually stepped through the air toward Xu Qing here from the eaves!

This scene caused those guards, black-clothed people, and the scavengers behind to have their hearts roar wildly. In their cognition, only Foundation Establishment experts could step through the air.

And Foundation Establishment, for them, was basically like an immortal in the sky.

Many people hadn't seen it once in their lives, and it could even be said that a Foundation Establishment expert could basically become an ancestor in a small sect or small family like the Jin Gang Sect.

This blue-robed old man couldn't possibly be Foundation Establishment; he had just stepped into the eighth layer of Qi Condensation.

His stepping through the air was just a trick, related to the wind technique he practiced, and had no practical combat value, nor could it last too long; it was just a gimmick.

But to others, the shock brought by this scene could still deter the heart.

But Xu Qing didn't care. Almost the instant the other party arrived by stepping through the air, he secretly scattered poison powder, and his body rushed out instantly.

His speed was so fast that an afterimage was left on the ground. In an instant, amidst the blue-robed old man's expression changing greatly, Xu Qing had already appeared before him.

He threw a punch directly. On the fist appeared a Kui shadow, emitting a silent roar, causing the old man in mid-air, who wanted to dodge, to be somewhat hurried. He could only hurriedly pinch a technique to form a defense.

Its defense shattered inch by inch with a bang, and together with this old man's body, he was beaten by Xu Qing's punch and retreated continuously. There was even a black iron skewer-turned sharpness flashing, whistling in pursuit of the old man.

Bang.

The black iron skewer was blocked by a shield.

Following the shattering of the shield, the iron skewer's power also dissipated, revealing the blue-robed old man who spat out blood and was extremely disheveled behind the shield.

The old man's expression was ugly and he was just about to speak, but Xu Qing, who was expressionless, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his body rushed over with a bang again.

The old man's eyes contracted, anger permeated, and he raised his hands abruptly, instantly causing a wild wind to appear around him, sweeping in all directions.

He even sucked in abruptly, instantly causing those winds to surge into his mouth, making his face flush red, and a cruel, abusive intent also appeared in his eyes, just about to open his mouth to spit it out.

But the next instant, his expression changed greatly, his eyes even bulged, his skin became pitch black visibly, showing signs of poisoning, and his body trembled violently.

"You..."

Before he could finish his words, Xu Qing, who had no pause, had already approached in an instant.

The dagger in his hand, under his speed, seemed to be burning red, like a branding iron, and slashed fiercely across the old man's neck.

Blood sprayed, screams were shrill, and his head was grabbed by Xu Qing's left hand, separating directly from his body while moving forward.

All of this was too fast!

The next instant, Xu Qing had already thrown the blue-purple poison dagger toward the middle-aged man who was standing up on the eaves at this moment, his expression extremely ugly, and even carrying strong dread in his eyes. He raised his left hand and hooked his fingers toward him just like before.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Afterward, he raised his left hand and, just like before, beckoned to him.

"Too... too strong..."

"Is it poison... what a fierce poison!" Among the scavengers, someone muttered tremblingly.

The middle-aged man on the eaves had rapid breathing.

"Are the Jin Gang Sect all trash? Actually still showing off when taking action!!"

He was very clear that the blue-robed old man couldn't be this weak. The other party's wind technique was very astonishing, but the mistake was that the show-off of stepping through the air lost the initiative, and he underestimated the enemy and didn't perceive the existence of poison, actually sucking a stomach full of it actively.

In the final analysis, it was the comfort of sect cultivators that made them far inferior to scavengers in ruthlessness and agility under the struggle for survival.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man immediately took out seven or eight detoxifying and poison-avoiding elixirs from his body and swallowed them in one breath.

Afterward, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and instantly, ka-ka sounds drifted from his whole body.

His already burly body became even stronger at this moment. He took large strides, leaped directly from the eaves, and rushed toward Xu Qing like a goshawk.

Xu Qing lowered his head, the black hair before him covering his eyes. His body also sped, getting closer and closer to the enemy.

Until the next instant, their figures exploded with speed simultaneously and collided together.

With a bang, the middle-aged cultivator's whole body shook, and a look of even stronger terror appeared in his expression. The bangs before Xu Qing's forehead were lifted by the wind of the impact, revealing the sharp gaze in his blood-colored eyes.

He felt the astonishing power from the other party, but it was still not as good as his own, and his recovery was even stronger. At this moment, killing intent exploded in his eyes, and the power in his body burst forth, another punch!

The battle between body tempering was simple and brutal.

They kept colliding on this long street.

While the roaring sound spread in all directions, the impact stirred up also caused houses to collapse one after another.

Gradually, the middle-aged cultivator's breathing became rapid, his expression pale, his body trembling, his whole body's tendons bulging, bloodshot veins permeated his eyes, unable to hide the terror and despair in his heart. 【38-7

As the roaring sound spread in all directions, the resulting shockwave also caused house after house to collapse.

Gradually, the middle-aged cultivator's breathing became rapid, his face pale, his body trembling, his veins bulging all over, and bloodshot streaks filled his eyes, unable to conceal the fear and despair in his heart.

In terms of strength and speed, he was no match for Xu Qing, let alone recovery ability.

Therefore, the entire process took only about thirty-some breaths before his fist collapsed directly, turning into a bloody mess.

His arm could not withstand it either, being crushed by the immense force from Xu Qing, shattering into pieces; as blood and bone fragments scattered and shrill screams rang out, Xu Qing leaped up and slammed his knee fiercely into the middle-aged man's forehead.

With a 'bang', the sound of bone and flesh being crushed replaced the screams, and the latter's voice stopped abruptly as he breathed his last.

Xu Qing did not even glance at him, his eyes still filled with intense killing intent, and stepping over the middle-aged man's fallen corpse, he leaped up and headed straight for... the Camp Master's Mansion!

The guards outside the Camp Master's Mansion and those from the caravan had long since been intimidated and scared out of their wits.

Seeing Xu Qing charging over covered in blood, as ferocious as a demon god, the desire to survive outweighed everything else, and not knowing who was the first to scatter and flee, they all dispersed in the blink of an eye.

Thus, amidst the shocked gazes of the scavengers who had gathered from all over the camp, Xu Qing's figure stirred up a whistling wind as he headed straight for... the main gate of the Camp Master's Mansion.

And just as he approached, the main gate collapsed with a roar, and as it shattered from the inside out, a fist extended and collided directly with the arriving Xu Qing.

With a loud 'boom', Xu Qing's body retreated for the first time.

After retreating three steps, he raised his head, his hawk-like eyes staring coldly at the Camp Master, who was wearing a golden robe and had an extremely unsightly complexion, as he walked out from the broken gate.

And behind him, a sinister old man in brocade clothes with a mean appearance!

In the old man's hand, he was shockingly dragging a figure familiar to Xu Qing!

The moment he saw that figure, Xu Qing's body shook violently, and indescribable emotions churned intensely in his heart.

That was Team Leader Lei.

On the verge of death.