Chapter 76

As for the magic treasures obtained from the Lei Yinsi of the Shrouding Heaven Realm, he did not immediately use them; these were trump cards that might produce miraculous effects at a critical moment.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Just then, a sky-darkening rain of arrows came swarming over, dense and packed, like locusts; the arrows' piercing power was extremely strong, seeming as though they would pierce straight through a person's physical body.

This group of sand bandits actually stopped five hundred paces away, first using a dense rain of swords to shoot down everything in a sky-covering barrage.

From somewhere in the distance, the wild laughter of sand bandits could faintly be heard drifting over.

"A great master of the Yuhua Sect, a disciple of the Xian Sect, actually came alone to our Hanhai Desert to seek death? How much do you look down on us sand bandits!"

"Truly too arrogant—a disciple who hasn't even reached the Divine Ability Secret Realm actually dares to enter the Hanhai Desert alone, wanting to kill us? He's going to die here today!"

"Kill him, kill him completely; it's been so long since we've tasted the flesh and blood of a disciple of the Yuhuaxian Sect, I wonder if it's fragrant."

"Too arrogant, he must be killed!"

The voices of the sand bandits came one after another, but there was not the slightest hesitation in their hands; they all desperately shot arrows at Fang Yu.

With a whoosh, Fang Yu charged forward; as he rushed over, the Purple Lei Jian in his hand twirled into a sword blossom, protecting his vital areas and knocking every incoming arrow flying.

Facing arrows shot from five hundred paces away, Fang Yu had only one way to break through—charge over and fight at close quarters.

His speed was extremely fast; in just a few breaths, he had already reached those sand bandits, and with a slash of the Purple Lei Jian in his hand, one sand bandit—man and armor together—was utterly destroyed.

Even though the sand bandits wore armor on their bodies, they were simply no match for the Purple Lei Jian; wherever the Purple Lei Jian passed, one sand bandit after another had their armor shattered and their bodies destroyed.

A sudden stench of blood rose.

Squelch squelch.

Several dozen sand bandits had already been cut in half at the waist, tumbling down from their camels.

With another sword, Fang Yu thrust into the scale armor of a sand bandit, piercing a hole through his heart; that sand bandit immediately collapsed, dead beyond any doubt.

At this moment he was like a god of slaughter, his sword light like a meteor, his aura grim and fierce, his momentum growing ever thicker, and his real combat experience growing ever richer.

This was true combat, not a sparring match.

Thousands of sand bandits, blades and spears flying wild, hacked at Fang Yu together; there could be no hesitation, not the slightest侥幸 to speak of.

This greatly tempered one's fighting will.

Facing the sand bandits' ferocious army, one man with one sword, fighting alone—this was indeed a moment that tested courage, wisdom, strength, and luck.

As lives were reaped by him one after another, as sand bandits were stabbed to death one by one, Fang Yu felt a sharpening of his spirit; he sensed the aura of departed souls.

He seemed to have become a god of death, ceaselessly reaping lives.

The sand bandits besieging him this time numbered at least a thousand, each one extremely ferocious, killing as casually as hemp; when they charged in without regard for their lives, their momentum alone was enough to terrify a person until their liver and gallbladder split apart.

What did experts below the Divine Ability Secret Realm fear most? They feared encirclement and slaughter by armies; amid thousands of troops and horses, no martial art could be easily deployed.

But Fang Yu was now an existence of the Spirit Communication Realm, far more powerful than ordinary experts; his spiritual force allowed him, when facing the encirclement of many sand bandits, to always judge a step ahead and cut down his foes.

Of course, during the continuous slaughter, some sand bandits' curved blades did slash onto his body, but they were all deflected by his dharma robe and could not penetrate.

The dharma robe of the Yuhua Sect was woven from the silk of five kinds of spirit silkworms, and magic power was channeled into it; ordinary blades and spears could not penetrate it at all, and although the rain of arrows was fierce, it too could not shoot through.

And the piercing force of the rain of swords meant nothing to the current Fang Yu, so now Fang Yu, amid the great army of sand bandits, actually fought with ever-growing bravery, slaying more and more sand bandits.

"Damn it, how can this kid be so powerful?"

"He hasn't even cultivated to the Divine Ability Secret Realm, yet he can hold his own against our great army—I don't believe it! Kill him!"

"With so many of us swarming him at once, can we still fail to kill him?"

The sand bandits roared again and again, surging forward without regard for their lives.

Seeing Fang Yu fight with ever-growing bravery, these sand bandits actually lost their heads too, gaining a courage that feared neither death nor hardship.

Clang!

Suddenly, a curved blade descended upon Fang Yu's head like a waning moon; this strike was as if a ghost-god had crawled up from the netherworld, as if moonlight had fallen from the heavens—unstoppable.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz!

That flash of blade light actually contained a bewitching evil light that confused the spirit; as it slashed over, an immense sense of crisis rose in Fang Yu.

He knew this was the strike of someone at the 10th Stage of Physical Body, Divine Transformation Realm.

When martial arts were cultivated to the Divine Transformation Realm, and then advanced one more step to the peak, the martial arts would carry the power of the spirit, able to create all manner of illusions and affect a person's spirit.

Such an existence was only one step away from the Divine Ability Secret Realm.

And among the sand bandits, the only one who could possess such a realm was the sand bandit chieftain, the Waning Moon Prince.

"You've come at just the right time! I've been waiting for you!"

Fang Yu immediately activated the Yuanchen Spirit Art and regained clarity; at the same time, a vajra pestle appeared in his hand.

The instant this vajra pestle appeared, purple lightning and thunder densely covered his body, and the sound of scorching air rang out.

"What?"

A voice of disbelief rang out before Fang Yu, as if the newcomer simply could not understand why such a thing would happen—but it was already too late.

A vajra pestle appeared in Fang Yu's hand; with a casual motion, that curved blade was completely melted, and the white-robed sand bandit gripping the curved blade, at this moment, was as if struck heavily—his entire body instantly turned black.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Yu thrust his sword straight through the white-robed sand bandit's body, killing him completely.

Then purple lightning and thunder spread out, killing all the nearby sand bandits.

"Sand bandit chieftain, the Waning Moon Prince—value: one spiritual weapon."