Chapter 118

The next day.

Just as a few disciples were feeling a bit drowsy.

The iron gate, which had been quiet all along, showed signs of movement.

"Hmm?"

The few of them instantly became alert.

Rumble~

They saw the heavy iron gate slowly open.

But the next second, a thick, bloody stench surged out.

It even stained the morning wind with a layer of scarlet!

Then, a blood-red figure walked out.

It was hard to describe what kind of figure this was.

His whole body was filled with almost substantial killing intent, his black hair disheveled, and a long sword tied to his waist.

With every step he took, it seemed as if boundless sounds of slaughter accompanied him.

It was like the Lord of Slaughter had descended!

The faces of the few disciples instantly turned pale, and they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

A chill ran down their spines.

And Duan Hun also opened his eyes, his gaze filled with shock; after all, he was at the Sea Opening realm, so his reaction was a bit better than the others.

But not by much.

His body also trembled subconsciously.

There was no help for it.

This was instinct.

Because at this moment, his body felt the threat of death!

And it was the kind that could not be resisted!

Fortunately, this feeling disappeared quickly, because the person emitting it had retracted it all.

"Sorry, I couldn't control it perfectly for a moment."

The one who came out was naturally Meng Zhangqing.

He smiled slightly.

Only, the blood still remaining on his face made him look somewhat terrifying.

"You... finished killing them?"

Regaining his senses, Duan Hun asked with some hesitation.

"Yes, all resolved."

Meng Zhangqing nodded and threw the Iron Prison Token to Duan Hun.

Hearing this.

Duan Hun was instantly stunned.

He didn't even go to catch the Iron Prison Token.

This had only been one day and one night.

Inside were demonic cultivators, not pigs or sheep waiting to be slaughtered, especially on the fourth floor.

How could it be so fast?

The consumption and recovery of true qi would require a lot of time, right?

However, Duan Hun did not question it; after all, this matter could not be faked, and he would know by going down to look in a moment, and Meng Zhangqing had no need to lie.

But in this way.

Meng Zhangqing’s current strength was terrifyingly strong.

But what he didn't know was that Meng Zhangqing had actually finished yesterday evening.

The reason he only came out today.

Was just that he had spent the night cultivating.

"I'm leaving first, leave the cleaning inside to you."

Meng Zhangqing said.

Then his body turned into sword light and disappeared from the spot.

"My heavens, it's too terrifying; I almost thought I was going to lose my life just now."

A disciple’s legs went weak, and he actually knelt on the ground.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead.

The clothes on his body were even soaked!

"Yeah, I even thought about what I would be reincarnated as in my next life."

The few of them spoke one after another.

They slowly recovered.

But today’s events would not be forgotten for a long time.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Duan Hun took a deep breath.

And walked inside.

The others quickly followed.

To be honest, they didn't really believe that in just one day, the demonic cultivators from the first to the fourth floor of the dungeon had been dealt with!

However, the moment they stepped inside.

Looking at the scarlet sea of blood in the plaza, the four of them were instantly stunned.

――

Returning to the Spirit Peak.

Meng Zhangqing hurriedly cleaned his whole body and changed into clean clothes.

Only then did his temperament return to normal.

Otherwise, with the way he looked just now.

He was almost no different from a demonic cultivator.

The path of slaughter.

Is actually a great path that walks on the edge.

If you can control it, it is the righteous path.

If you cannot control it, it is the demonic path.

It all depends on the martial artist themselves.

"Without an object to steady the mind, I wouldn't dare to cultivate the 'Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Art' to perfection."

Meng Zhangqing recalled the situation last night and shook his head slightly.

He had sword intent to rely on.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to withstand the rolling thoughts of slaughter.

Thinking of this.

Meng Zhangqing’s mouth curled slightly.

He raised his right hand.

He saw the diamond-shaped brand on the back of his hand turn into a white lotus, looking very holy.

And the sword mark on his fingertip extended to his palm.

Inside it was a void of chaos.

But if one stared at it for too long.

Boundless fear would emerge in one’s heart, as if in the next second, a great terror would descend.

Stirring up a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a monstrous killing karma!

After a night of cultivation, although it was a bit of a stretch, he had still practiced this sword art to the perfection realm.

The white lotus pattern was the true Holy Spirit Brand.

The move was called 'Holy Lotus Transforms the Great Thousand'!

According to the sword art, it could block an attack from a higher realm at most, but after one strike, the vitality stored within would be exhausted and would need to be replenished later.

The sword mark contained the already substantialized Slaughter Sword Qi.

How strong it was exactly.

Meng Zhangqing had not tried it.

But just sensing it made his heart jump.

The power could be imagined.

"Now, even without using sword intent, I could probably rank first among the true disciples."

Putting his hand down, a confident luster appeared in Meng Zhangqing’s eyes.

The "Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Art" could be said to be the most top-tier among Earth-grade martial arts, which could be seen from its cultivation difficulty.

With the help of sword momentum and many secret techniques.

He believed that no one could block his sword moves.

Of course, this was all his estimation; after all, he hadn't seen those top geniuses yet.

"Next, it's time to find the Pavilion Guarding Elder."

A look of anticipation appeared in Meng Zhangqing’s eyes.

He had been longing for the panels of these top geniuses for a long time.

――

Arriving at the Hidden Martial Pavilion.

Yun Buju was still in that same state.

With a book covering his face.

However, the moment Meng Zhangqing appeared, he had already sensed it.

At the same time, he stood up.

"Elder."

Meng Zhangqing bowed slightly with both hands.

"Not bad, not bad. Although the time taken for the breakthrough exceeded my expectations, as long as the breakthrough was successful, that's all that matters."

Yun Buju was very satisfied.

In this way, Meng Zhangqing could go to participate in the Three Sects Martial Arts Tournament.

"Let's go, I'll take you there."

Yun Buju turned around and looked into the distance.

There was a mountain peak there, disappearing into the clouds, incredibly towering.

It was precisely the Lingxiao Peak.

Meng Zhangqing also looked over.

Although he had been to Lingxiao Peak before, he was only an inner disciple at that time and could only stay below the mountainside.

After becoming a true disciple, he had his own Spirit Peak.

So he really didn't know what the summit of Lingxiao Peak looked like.

As the words fell.

Yun Buju beckoned with one hand.

A huge black shadow appeared behind the Hidden Martial Pavilion.

It was a level-four flying demonic beast.

With wings on its back and hair like iron.

If he wasn't mistaken, it should be an Iron-Feathered Eagle.

Level-four demonic beasts could basically develop intelligence.

So they wouldn't be affected too much by bloodline instincts.

They could also be tamed.

"Get on."

Yun Buju was familiar with the process and jumped onto its back.

Meng Zhangqing also followed.

Screech!

The Iron-Feathered Eagle let out a long cry and flapped its wings, flying high.

Flying toward Lingxiao Peak.

And Meng Zhangqing couldn't help but ask the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"Elder, what is your cultivation realm exactly?"