Chapter 275: Elder, What Realm Are You Really In? (2/3, Please Self-Subscribe!)

The next day.

Just as several disciples were feeling somewhat drowsy,

the always-quiet Tie Sect suddenly showed signs of movement.

"Hmm?"

The group instantly became alert.

Boom-boom-boom~

They saw the heavy iron gate slowly opening.

But the next second, a thick scent of blood surged out wildly.

It dyed the morning wind 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 killing intent that was nearly substantial; black hair hung loose, and a long sword was tied at his waist.

With every step he took, boundless sounds of slaughter seemed to accompany him.

It was as if the Lord of Slaughter had descended!

The faces of the several disciples instantly turned pale, giving them a feeling like falling into an ice cellar.

A chill rose straight up their spines.

And Duan Hun also opened his eyes, his gaze filled with shock; he was, after all, in the Sea Opening Realm, so his reaction was somewhat better than the others.

But not by much.

His body also trembled instinctively.

There was no way around 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Fortunately, this feeling vanished quickly, because the person radiating it had completely withdrawn it.

"Sorry, I cannot control it perfectly just yet."

The one who came out was naturally Meng Zhangqing.

He smiled slightly.

Yet the blood still lingering on his face made him look somewhat terrifying.

"Did you kill them all?"

Coming to his senses, Duan Hun asked hesitantly.

"Yes, all of them are resolved."

Meng Zhangqing nodded, and casually tossed the Tie Prison Token to Duan Hun.

Upon hearing this,

Duan Hun instantly froze.

He didn't even reach out to catch the Tie Prison Token.

It had only been one day and one night.

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

How could it be so fast?

The consumption and recovery of true qi would surely require a vast amount of time, right?

However, Duan Hun did not question it; after all, this matter could not be faked, and he would know once he went down to check later, and Meng Zhangqing had no need to lie.

But in this case,

Meng Zhangqing's current strength had become terrifyingly excessive.

What he did not know was that Meng Zhangqing had actually finished yesterday evening.

The reason he only came out today

was simply that he spent one night cultivating.

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

Meng Zhangqing said.

Immediately, his body transformed into sword light and vanished from the spot.

"My heavens, it was truly terrifying; I almost thought I was about to lose my life just now."

One disciple's legs went weak, and he actually knelt and sat on the ground.

Cold sweat dripped heavily from his forehead.

His clothes were even soaked!

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

The group chattered back and forth.

They were slowly recovering.

But the events of today would be impossible to forget in the short term.

"Go in and take a look."

Duan Hun took a deep breath.

And walked inside.

The others hurriedly followed.

To be honest, they found it hard to believe that the demonic cultivators on the first to fourth layers of the dungeon had been eliminated in just a single day!

Yet, the moment they stepped inside.

Gazing at the crimson sea of blood in the plaza, the four instantly froze in shock.

—

Returning to Spirit Peak.

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

Only then did his overall aura shift.

Otherwise, with his appearance just now.

He would have been no different from a demonic cultivator.

The Dao of Killing.

Is, in fact, a Great Dao that wanders along the boundary.

If you can master it, it is the Righteous Path.

If you cannot master it, it is the Demonic Path.

It all depends on the martial artist himself.

"Without an object to stabilize the spirit, I dare not practice the Spirit Saint Slaughter Sword Art to perfection."

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