Chapter 112: Great Victory! Return to the County City!

"Kid, do you know what you're saying?"

"Mo Xueyou's eyes were filled with killing intent."

"Upon hearing this, his face filled with anger, and he thought the opponent had lost his mind under the pressure of death."

"Behind him, a group of cult strongmen all stared at Lu Changsheng as if he were an idiot."

"Only a few days had passed since their last encounter, and he could barely defend himself."

"At this moment, four more experts from the Holy Cult arrived, yet Lu Changsheng remained so arrogant—it was practically suicide."

"Kill."

"Mo Xueyou quickly unleashed his demonic power, his face covered in strange markings, scales sprouting over his body, and together with the four black-robed men, he charged at Lu Changsheng to kill him."

"The five men wielded their weapons, their murderous auras intertwining like beacon smoke, astonishingly formidable."

"In an instant, they reached Lu Changsheng, raised their weapons, and slashed forward."

"Whoosh—"

"Sharp energy darted through the void, as if it would cut everything, with the air transmitting bursts of sonic booms."

"Having gone all out with this strike, they tightly surrounded Lu Changsheng, ready to kill him in one blow."

"Lu Changsheng's face remained calm as water."

"Hum—"

"He planted his feet, gripped his long blade, and fully unleashed his qi and blood; a transparent gang qi shield instantly appeared around him, with light flowing across it, quite miraculous."

"A rich vital energy burst from his entire body, shooting straight to the heavens."

"Like a towering mountain, he exuded an immovable, mountain-like presence."

"Immediately after, he swung his blade at Mo Xueyou."

"He paid no heed to the attacks of the other four."

"Whoosh—"

"A dazzling cold light flashed at the blade's tip, brimming with killing intent, and whistling sounds spread in all directions."

"Boom—boom—boom—"

"Their long blades violently clashed, powerful energy splashing wildly, carving gullies into the ground, with dust and smoke swirling everywhere, a scene of utter chaos."

"The weapons of the four black-clad men also fiercely struck Lu Changsheng's protective gang qi."

"A tremendous, earth-shaking roar erupted."

"Under the shield's flowing radiance, not even a ripple appeared."

"After that blow."

"Mo Xueyou was blown back several meters by a powerful force, his face filled with utter shock."

"His sword-wielding right hand still trembled slightly."

"This was enough to show how terrifying that opponent's strike had just been."

"Lu Changsheng also retreated several meters, landing steadily on the ground, his face remaining calm as water."

"A towering, mountain-like aura arose spontaneously."

"Their full-force blows ended in an even split."

"This is impossible!"

"Mo Xueyou wore an expression of utter disbelief."

"In his heart, a tremendous surge rose like a tidal wave."

"The last time they clashed, his own power had completely suppressed the opponent."

"The opponent could only barely defend by relying on speed."

"Who would have thought that in just a few days, this person had undergone a complete metamorphosis, which simply defies common sense."

"Who exactly are you?"

"At this moment, he felt his worldview overturned, and he roared angrily."

"The four black-clad men involved in the siege also looked terrified."

"Just now, their combined strike failed even to break the opponent's protective gang qi—utterly shocking."

"At this moment, a hint of retreat rose in their hearts."

"They could do nothing against him; if they continued fighting, the consequences would be unpredictable."

"Only a Reborn Expert from within the Holy Cult could contend with such strength."

"Behind them, a group of cult followers saw this, their eyes wide open, faces full of fear."

"In just a few days, the opponent's strength had surged yet again."

"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories."

"On the city wall, a group of city guards saw this and burst into loud cheers, their voices echoing to the heavens."

"No one expected that Lord Ye could actually take on five opponents single-handedly and still gain the upper hand."

"The opponent's strength had clearly broken through again."

"This filled everyone's hearts with astonishment and delight."

"Yue Shulan, Tong Yuhua, and the others were also beaming with joy."

"In this battle, they will surely win a great victory."

"Just as everyone's thoughts diverged, Lu Changsheng moved."

"Seeing him push off with his feet, he shot forward like lightning."

"Sizzle—"

"Afterimages appeared in the void, and in an instant he reached the left-side black-clad man, drawing his blade to slash."

"Not good."

The man hastily raised his blade to block, a fierce blade light spanning across his chest.

Mo Xueyou and several others again rushed at Lu Zhangsheng to kill him.

"Boom—boom—boom…"

Lu Zhangsheng's body flickered, instantly dodging the attacks of several people, and he fiercely struck his blade against the black-clad man's weapon.

A huge collision sound rang out, and a fierce surge of energy sprayed wildly.

The black-clad middle-aged man's long blade was directly knocked aside.

Watching the piercing blade light loom ever closer, his face filled with utter terror.

Before he could react.

The blade light instantly slit his throat.

"You…"

The middle-aged man clutched his neck, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Then he slowly toppled backward, his head rolling to the side as a large amount of blood gushed out.

In a single strike, the Blood Exchange Perfection expert was beheaded.

With Lu Zhangsheng's several perfect-level breakthroughs and the stacking of skill secret arts, killing ordinary Blood Exchange Perfection cultivators required almost no effort.

Only those strong cultivators who possess demonic power are worthy of being his opponents.

All of this happened too quickly, leaving many cultists unable to react.

"Not good, this person's speed is too fast to defend against."

Many cultists looked fearful.

Another three black-clad men trembled all over from fright.

The four of them were evenly matched; if the opponent could kill one of them with a single blade, they couldn't stop him.

"Run."

Under the pressure of death, the three actually turned and fled backward.

"You scoundrel!"

Mo Xueyou saw this and his face filled with anger.

The three actually fled without fighting, utterly losing face for the Holy Sect.

"Whoosh…"

In an instant, Lu Zhangsheng activated the Trace‑less Snow Treading technique and swiftly charged at the three.

His speed was like a thunderclap.

After a few flashes, he arrived not far behind the three.

The three were instantly terrified, their souls fleeing like they'd fallen into an ice cellar.

Lu Zhangsheng swiftly swung his blade, like a startled swan, weaving between the three.

The fierce blade light sliced through the void, forming huge nets that encircled the three.

"Helmsman Mo, save me!"

The three drew their blades and desperately blocked, faces full of despair.

The fierce blade light caused pain in their bodies, leaving them with no strength to resist at all.

Before Mo Xueyou could arrive to help, a dazzling blade of light instantly pierced the three's bodies.

"Splash…"

The three's bodies were directly severed at the waist by the blade light, copious blood spraying into the void, the scene as brutal as hell.

Afterward, the upper halves of their bodies still crawled on the ground, their wails echoing across the entire battlefield.

Such severe injuries meant they could not possibly survive.

From the three's flight to their being slain by Lu Zhangsheng, only a few breaths passed.

The Grand Completion Absolute Spirit Slash, forming a blade array, revealed its power for the first time.

"Lord Ye's divine might!"

Many government martial artists beside the city walls, seeing this, clenched their fists excitedly, their faces flushed red.

"Everyone, charge out of the city and, together with the lord, slay those cultists…"

The crowd immediately shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

At that moment, the city gates swung open, and a multitude of warriors surged out, marching mightily toward the many cultists.

A group of cultist bandits, however, wore looks of terror, their morale plummeting.

If it weren't for Mo Xueyou suppressing them, this group would have long since turned and fled.

At that moment, Mo Xueyou also arrived behind Lu Zhangsheng, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

Five men surrounded him, but in the blink of an eye only he remained.

This caused his inner rage to become uncontainable.

"Kill."

He unleashed the demonic power within his body with all his might and surged forward to attack.

Murderous aura rolled around him, shooting straight to the heavens, exuding an intensely evil intent.

"Slash."

Lu Zhangsheng likewise refused to yield, gripping his blade and charging forward.

Then he swung a blade forward.

The brilliant blade light ebbed and flowed along the edge, its aura fiercely unmatched.

This slash, under the full activation of the Three Fold Wave secret technique, has already reached its peak attack power.

Boom— Boom— Boom……

The two fought bloodily on the open ground without cease, fierce Qi splashing wildly, cutting the nearby earth.

Dust and smoke swirled all around, a scene of utter ruin.

Lu Zhangsheng moved beside Mo Xueyou like a swimming dragon; as his long blade swung, his momentum grew ever higher.

Gradually, the endless blade light turned into a massive net, tightly enclosing the opponent in the middle.

As time passed, Mo Xueyou was firmly suppressed by Lu Zhangsheng.

At this rate, the fall is only a matter of time.

Mo Xueyou strained to resist the surrounding blade flashes, his face full of terror.

Strands of blade light sliced his own black scales, emitting a harsh, piercing whine.

With wave after wave of pain continuously assaulting him, he grew increasingly ferocious.

Even with his body tainted by demonic power, he still could not withstand it; the opponent's sword technique was simply terrifying.

He is no longer this man's opponent.

At this moment, Mo Xueyou had to admit this fact.

Continuing the fight would guarantee his death.

A wave of deathly aura surged to his mind, making his heart ice‑cold.

Then, Mo Xueyou thrust forward with a full‑power slash.

The blinding blade light seemed to tear the void, colliding violently with Lu Zhangsheng's long blade.

Boom— Boom— Boom……

A massive recoil force struck, sending Mo Xueyou's body swiftly backward; after a few flickers, he vanished near the battlefield.

He fled without any hesitation.

Lu Zhangsheng's expression turned cold, and he immediately activated Snow‑Step without Trace to pursue.

His footwork leapt, like a white flash freely streaking through the vast heavens and earth.

He stayed firmly behind the opponent, still closing in rapidly.

He was certain to kill him and could not let him escape.

The two chased and fled, gradually moving away from the town.

"Wan Sheng, wipe out these cultists…"

Seeing Lu Zhangsheng victorious, numerous government warriors wore joyful faces, then surged forward with rainbow‑like momentum to slay the cultists.

"Ah…" the battle cries, weapon clashes, and bone‑cracking sounds echoed across the battlefield.

A powerful killing aura surged straight to the heavens, stirring up layers of dust.

……

At the edge of a dense jungle.

Lu Zhangsheng caught up with Mo Xueyou again, slashing a blade toward his back.

Mo Xueyou instantly cut backward with a slash.

Boom— Boom— Boom……

Then, relying on that recoil force, Mo Xueyou fled backward once more.

The two chased and fled, moving through the dense jungle.

Such a scene had already occurred more than ten times.

Mo Xueyou seemed like an indestructible little cockroach, barely sustained by the demonic power within his body.

Lu Zhangsheng kept pursuing from behind, looking as if he would not rest until he killed his foe.

"Bastard."

Mo Xueyou wore a face of frantic anger.

Now he could not win the fight, only choose to flee.

He did not expect that within just a few days, the situation would reverse.

Fortunately, he had already sent a message to the strong members inside the Holy Sect; surely someone would come to rescue him soon.

The two clashed along the way, fighting across hundreds of li.

Where they passed, the surrounding flora was sliced by Qi into fine powder.

…

One day later, at dusk.

Mo Xueyou fled with a pallid complexion, his breath even a bit erratic.

If not for the demonic power within, he would have been exhausted long ago.

In contrast, Lu Zhangsheng remained calm and composed, as if on a leisurely outing.

This made Mo Xueyou feel immensely shocked.

"Could it be that I will fall here today?"

Despair began to rise in his heart.

At that moment, a powerful killing aura surged from the distant jungle, moving at astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, it arrived not far ahead of Lu Zhangsheng, revealing a red‑robed elder.

The elder's face was withered, his eyes like lightning.

"Guardian Miao, save me."

Mo Xueyou, upon seeing the newcomer, wore a face full of joy.

This Chief Altar Guardian is one of the Holy Sect's Top Ten Guardians, a Transcendent‑level strongman, and the opponent is certainly not his match.

"It is Miao Qingfeng, that heretical strongman."

Lu Zhangsheng's eyes hardened.

His body began to tense up, as if a ferocious beast were eyeing him.

He ranks near the top of the government's wanted list; aside from that mysterious Sovereign, he is a Top Ten Guardian.

The opponent happens to be in the tenth position.

His strength has already entered the Transcendent realm.

"Kid, you dare repeatedly slay my Holy Sect strongmen; I will tear your bones and skin…"

Miao Qingfeng lunged forward with a claw.

Waves of killing aura swirled, as if endless demons roared around his claw, his momentum ferocious beyond compare.

From Miao Qingfeng's appearance to his strike, it was only an instant.

"Roar…"

Lu Zhangsheng faced the greatest crisis of his life.

At this moment, he had already been firmly locked onto by the opponent; only by taking this blow could he immediately retreat using his footwork.

He fully activated Body‑protecting True Gang and Three Fold Wave, a transparent Gang Qi shield tightly enveloped him, its radiant flow becoming airtight.

Then, he slashed forward with a sword.

"Swish…"

Brilliant blade light flickered in the void, as if even the lingering sun in the sky were outshone.

"Boom boom boom…"

Amid the clash of great sword and massive claw, Lu Zhangsheng's entire body swiftly recoiled backward.

The body‑protecting Gang Qi sustained for a few breaths before collapsing, turning into strands of force that drifted in all directions.

Afterward, his steps flickered several times, and he vanished before the two, like a phantom.

"What a swift speed, what a hard body‑protecting Gang Qi."

Miao Qingfeng's face was solemn.

At such speed, even he could not grasp a single thread of the opponent.

Moreover, his strength was not weak; he hard‑blocked the blow and was not cut.

Among blood‑replacing warriors, he was terrifyingly strong.

He is still young, with immense potential.

He intends to report this to the Holy Sect and dispatch strongmen to trace the opponent's trail.

Mo Xueyou also showed a lingering fear.

Had Miao Qingfeng not come to aid, he would have certainly died today.

He silently vowed that after returning to the Holy Sect, he would fully align with demonic power, and the next meeting would be the opponent's death.

…

Lu Zhangsheng swiftly darted through the jungle, murderous intent bubbling within.

When his strength improves later, he will definitely slay both Miao Qingfeng and Mo Xueyou.

If not for this heretical Guardian's obstruction, Mo Xueyou would likely have already perished.

Lu Zhangsheng gathered his thoughts and hurried toward the county town.

The next day, at dawn.

Facing the morning sun, Lu Zhangsheng returned to his own courtyard.

Upon stepping in, he saw Fang Qing and sibling rush out, faces full of surprise.

Fang Qing's eyes were even bloodshot.

"You haven't sent news for days; I thought…"

The recent battles have kept her trembling with fear; the two patrols' repeated deaths made her increasingly anxious.

She even cried secretly several times at night.

Fortunately, Lu Zhangsheng finally returned safely today, allowing her to relax.

"I made you worry."

Lu Zhangsheng gave a faint smile.

"I'll go prepare wine and dishes…"

Fang Qing twisted her body and hurried toward the kitchen.

For the next few days, Lu Zhangsheng stayed home to practice martial arts.

News of this battle gradually spread.

Countless people were shocked and horrified.

No one expected this mysterious strongman not only blocked the heretics' assault but also led the masses to slaughter everywhere, which was rather unexpected.

Many resumed an all‑out search for "Ye Chen," yet still found nothing.

It eventually faded away without resolution.

DemonSubduingOffice Main Hall.

When Qin Ruobing and the three FuduDianZhu received the news, they were all stunned, doubting whether they had heard incorrectly.

They had also prepared to dispatch strongmen to aid the opponent, but now it seemed unnecessary.

The three thought the opponent couldn't hold out for days, yet this was the result.

Xuanjia Army Garrison.

The two were discussing something.

A middle-aged man in White Armor sat on a chair, looking at the intelligence in his hand, his eyes flickering.

Interesting, the county town actually produced such a rising star.

Wei Shaoxuan wore a faint smile.

As the Xuanjia Army Commander, one of the most influential figures in the county town, he hadn't heard such interesting intelligence in a long time.

Cough cough cough...

At that moment, he coughed violently a few times, and streaks of bright red seeped onto his white handkerchief.

Sir, they offered generous terms that could heal your wounds, why...

Another middle-aged man dressed as a scholar spoke in a gloomy tone.

Wei Shaoxuan waved his hand, his expression somewhat desolate.

……

At noon.

After lunch, Lu Zhangsheng headed straight to the Zhen Yao Si Office.

After arriving at a side hall, he exchanged the skulls of some Bone-forging Strongmen in his hand for points.

After years of slaughter, he now had over twenty thousand points in his hand.

The contribution points needed for the FuduDianZhu examination, thirty-five thousand, were not far away.

Lu Zhangsheng planned to hunt Mo Xueyou and some cult strongmen on one hand, and mine with all his might on the other.

When his strength reaches Fetal Transformation, he will go participate in the FuduDianZhu examination.

The goal of becoming a FuduDianZhu within three years is also quickly approaching.

At this moment, inside a side hall of the DemonSubduingOffice.

HeChunlin looked at Chen Zhanpeng and Zhu Houyu below and said lightly:

You two have already broken through to the middle stage of Blood Exchange; the FuduDianZhu will likely emerge from between you.

The two subordinates of Qin Ruobing have not yet broken through Blood Exchange, making it hard for them to compete with you.

We will definitely give it our all.

The two were full of confidence.

In their view, among the younger generation, hardly anyone could match them.

As for the mysterious expert Ye Chen, he is probably not a member of the DemonSubduingOffice.

After inquiries from all sides, there is no information about this person.

……

After exchanging his points, Lu Zhangsheng went to the hall where Qin Ruobing was on duty.

When he arrived, Tong Yuhua happened to be present as well.

Upon seeing Lu Zhangsheng arrive, a smile appeared on her face.

These days, she had also been worrying about Lu Zhangsheng's whereabouts; hearing that he returned safely, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

You two are about to break through Blood Exchange, right?

Qin Ruobing gave a light smile, making people feel like basking in spring breeze.

Mm.

Lu Zhangsheng and the other also didn't say much, honestly nodding.

This Secret Manual is bestowed upon you; now the situation is increasingly tense, you two are not strong, so you must not be careless.

After saying that, he took out a Secret Manual from his bosom and placed it on the table.

Wandering Dragon Phantom Movement Technique.

Lu Zhangsheng saw the large characters on the cover, his eyes flickered.

Qin Ruobing actually values the two greatly, treating them as close confidants to cultivate.

This top-tier movement technique is obviously valuable, but it's not of much use to me.

Thank you, Qin Ruobing.

Tong Yuhua immediately thanked him, a look of joy on her face.

Afterwards, the two took the Secret Manual, exchanged a few more words, then turned and left.

In the following period.

The cultists outside the city became increasingly active.

The smell of gunpowder between the two sides grew stronger, a gloom constantly lingering in the hearts of many martial artists.

At the same time, Lu Zhangsheng constantly observed the County Lord's residence in secret.

Their methods of contacting Du Ling became increasingly covert.

He suspected that this group's plan was about to succeed.

The great decisive battle might break out in just a few years.

These days, Lu Zhangsheng also occasionally went out of the city to kill cultists, and life progressed in an orderly manner.

(End of chapter)