Chapter 395: Bloody Slaughter

The second wave of attacks from Taixu Palace arrived before their eyes in the blink of an eye. Zhang Nuo stood straight, coldly watching the countless rays of light from Magic Treasures strike against the light screen of the Restriction! He pondered inwardly, if he were to charge out at this moment, what method should he use to kill his opponents!

The Giant Spirit Pavilion cultivators standing behind Zhou Huizheng could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts. Watching the arrogant and despotic people of Taixu Palace, they truly wanted to charge up immediately and fight them to the death! However, without the Pavilion Master's orders, they dared not act on their own.

Before long, the second wave of attacks from Taixu Palace retreated on its own. At this time, those disciples all had ashen faces, and as they bit their lips slightly, their fighting spirit had indeed diminished by quite a lot!

No matter what, the Mountain Protection Restriction laid down by the Giant Spirit Pavilion was absolutely not something that could be broken in a single day. If that were truly the case, why would the other side spend a large amount of Spirit Stones every day to maintain the normal operation of the Restriction!

On the War Boat, Wei Shang's complexion was no better than a pig's liver! His eyes, which were practically spitting fire, were completely helpless in the face of the Mountain Protection Array!

"Attack again! As long as we take down Yulong Immortal Mountain, we will all have a place to stand!"

This sentence of his was clearly directed at the Loose Cultivators who had been recruited. The reason they were collectively referred to as Loose Cultivators was that these people basically had no fixed place to live; being able to have a Cave Abode with rich and stable Spiritual Qi was what they dreamed of!

Following this sentence from Wei Shang, the many cultivators, who were already somewhat fatigued, charged up once again! With almost no reservations, the Magic Treasures in their hands fell upon the Mountain Protection Restriction like raindrops.

Zhang Nuo glanced at Yang Huzi; both of them understood in their hearts that it would soon be their turn to strike. This was the third wave of attacks from Taixu Palace, and the momentum and power of the thousands of people were clearly not as good as the first attack!

"Old Four! Let's have a competition today! Let's see who kills more people!"

After Yang Huzi let out a cold laugh, he said something that left Zhou Huizheng and the others completely speechless! Treating killing as a competition—that was a bit too bloody! But it was no wonder; having been entangled by Taixu Palace for some time now, Yang Huzi also needed to properly vent the foul air in his heart!

Zhang Nuo nodded with a smile. The moment he heard this proposal from Yang Huzi, he immediately thought of the time decades ago when he was still on the Tianjiang Plain. Back then, hadn't he, Han Liang, and Gu Yu made the same bet? Times had changed, and he didn't know how the two of them were doing, or if they had entered the Golden Core Stage!

His thoughts drifted back to the past, and many people and events flashed through Zhang Nuo's mind. He closed his eyes slightly and sighed softly; some things were truly beyond his own expectations!

Just as he was reminiscing, the third wave of attacks from the thousands of Taixu Palace members was gradually withdrawing! A sharp glint flashed in Zhou Huizheng's eyes; he raised a palm high and said to the Giant Spirit Pavilion disciples behind him:

"Taixu Palace is bullying us too much! Can my Giant Spirit Pavilion endure this?"

"No!"

The Giant Spirit Pavilion disciples, numbering at least three thousand, shouted in almost one voice. The momentum was so great that it rivaled the thousands-strong cultivator troop of Taixu Palace!

"All my Giant Spirit disciples, even if we must shed blood and sacrifice our lives, we must protect Yulong Immortal Mountain! I, this old man, swear a heavy oath by my Heart Demon: if we can crush Taixu Palace in this battle, every Giant Spirit disciple will have the qualification to enter the Purple Mansion Immortal Cave to cultivate in the future!"

Zhou Huizheng's final words were like a bomb, making all the Giant Spirit Pavilion disciples excited! Having watched the Taixu Palace cultivators attack without being able to fight back, these people had long been holding back their breath. Now, hearing the Pavilion Master say they could enter the Purple Mansion Immortal Cave to cultivate, they were even more invigorated, as if they had been injected with chicken blood!

"Everyone, follow me and charge out!"

Yang Huzi was the first to lose his patience. He let out a long howl, and with a single finger pointed at the Mountain Protection Restriction in front, a passage appeared on the surface of the light screen. Yang Huzi in the lead and Zhang Nuo behind, the two of them were the first to exit Yulong Immortal Mountain, and the Giant Spirit Pavilion disciples behind them followed, howling like tigers descending from a mountain!

The Taixu Palace cultivators who were retreating felt their hearts tremble the moment they saw the Giant Spirit Pavilion launching such a massive counter-attack! Three consecutive failures had already drained their fighting spirit. As one side grew stronger and the other weaker, these people fled one after another toward the War Boat!

The moment Zhang Nuo exited the Immortal Mountain, his escape light surged, and like a rainbow tearing through the sky, he arrived behind the Taixu Palace crowd in the blink of an eye. His hands flicked repeatedly, emitting 'chi-chi' sounds of breaking air. Under the continuous shredding of dozens of Sword Qi, over a dozen cultivators fell instantly!

Looking back at Yang Huzi behind him, Zhang Nuo smiled faintly, as if to say: I've already killed over a dozen! Yang Huzi's escape speed was slightly slower than Zhang Nuo's. With a stern look on his face, he let out an angry roar, opened his mouth wide, and a cyan beam of light as thick as an arm was spat out.

It instantly struck the most densely packed area of Taixu Palace cultivators in front. With a loud 'Boom—' sound, over a dozen more cultivators fell in the blink of an eye! Among them, there was even a Golden Core Stage cultivator who was accidentally struck by the beam of light!

"Old Four, there was actually a Golden Core Stage one in there!"

The face that had been irritable due to falling behind suddenly broke into a cold laugh! Zhang Nuo shook his head helplessly and said loudly:

"It's not over yet? This is just the beginning!"

As he spoke, his figure moved like an arrow released from a bow, charging directly into the Taixu Palace crowd. He flicked his sleeves several times, and dozens of Flying Swords flashed out, turning into spirits at the same time. High-pitched dragon roars rang out, and dozens of silver giant dragons charged into the crowd as if entering an empty land. With a sweep, another thirty-some cultivators fell at Zhang Nuo's hands.

Although most of these cultivators were at the Foundation Establishment Stage, no matter what it is, once the quantity is large enough, it becomes a scourge! Zhang Nuo started from the bottom up, weakening the lower-level forces first; this way, the low-level cultivators of the Giant Spirit Pavilion would suffer fewer casualties in the subsequent battles!

At this very moment, Wei Shang on the War Boat had his gaze instantly drawn to Zhang Nuo!

"Fellow Daoist Wu, didn't you say at the time that Zhang Nuo only had the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Early Stage? Why does this old man feel that his current cultivation should be at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage?"

Brows furrowed slightly; with Wu Jian's discernment, he wouldn't misjudge a cultivator's cultivation level! Wu Jian was equally puzzled! Could it be that Zhang Nuo had advanced again in just a few short years? This seemed too bizarre!

Just as the two of them spoke these few words, on the battlefield ahead, Taixu Palace had already lost nearly a hundred disciples. Zhang Nuo and Yang Huzi were like tigers entering a flock of sheep; after a few methods, those disciples wished their parents had given them two fewer legs!

"Zhang Chao, Ma Hu! You two go and entangle Zhang Nuo and Yang Huzi first; I will go and meet Zhou Huizheng!"

Although Zhang Nuo and Wei Shang had the enmity of a murdered son, for the sake of the big picture, Wei Shang decided to deal with Zhou Huizheng first before turning back to clean up Zhang Nuo! Don't look at how Zhang Nuo's reputation had always been extremely loud; Wei Shang had never taken him seriously! A cultivator who had just advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage not long ago—even if his divine abilities were great, could he really surpass him?

Zhang Chao and Ma Hu were the other two Nascent Soul Stage cultivators of Taixu Palace, and their cultivation had already advanced to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. Originally, there were five great Nascent Soul cultivators in Taixu Palace, but Zhou Zhangbai and Hong Yu Niang had both been killed by Zhang Nuo, leaving only Wei Shang and these two!

Upon hearing this, the two of them flew straight up from the War Boat and descended toward where Zhang Nuo and Yang Huzi were! Zhang Nuo was rapidly slaughtering Taixu Palace disciples when suddenly a not-insignificant fluctuation of Spirit Power came from above his head. A cold smile appeared on his face; it seemed that a big shot had finally made a move!

Putting away his Flying Sword Magic Treasure, Zhang Nuo retreated rapidly. With a soft 'swish', a white-robed old man appeared before his eyes. He looked to be over seventy years old, his white hair moving without wind, yet his face was full of vigor!

"Who comes there?"

Zhang Nuo scanned with his Divine Sense and discovered that the opponent's cultivation was not weak, so he did not harbor any contempt!

"Zhang Chao!"

This name was not unfamiliar to Zhang Nuo; he was one of the five great Nascent Soul cultivators of Taixu Palace! With a slight turn of his thoughts, Zhang Nuo couldn't help but sneer. Since this person was a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator, his divine abilities would naturally not be small. In such a battle situation, he must be killed in one fell swoop!

Thinking of this, Zhang Nuo did not speak further, but suddenly flipped his palm and brought out the Measuring Heaven Ruler. He tossed it into the sky, and after a few transformations, thousands of ruler shadows appeared simultaneously, slamming toward Zhang Chao the next moment!

"Little brat! This old man wants to see what kind of divine abilities you have that could kill two of our Taixu Palace's Nascent Soul cultivators!"

Seeing that Zhang Nuo didn't even reply and attacked the moment they met, Zhang Chao was extremely furious! Coupled with the fact that Zhou Zhangbai and Hong Yu Niang had died at this person's hands, he wanted nothing more than to slap Zhang Nuo to death!

The thousands of silver ruler shadows attacked Zhang Chao's front in the blink of an eye. He let out a cold snort, not taking these ruler shadows seriously at all. With a flick of his sleeve, two hook-like Magic Treasures were brought out!

Immediately following a flash of cold light, the hook shadows moved and blocked all the dense ruler shadows. Then, a faint cold smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Chao's mouth. Judging from this strike, Zhang Nuo wasn't all that impressive, right? How could he have killed two Nascent Soul cultivators of Taixu Palace? However, the smile on his face had not yet faded!

Zhang Nuo flipped his hand again, and a folding fan flashed out. With a slight force from two fingers, he opened it with a 'snap'. Then, under the infusion of a large amount of Spirit Power, gusts of wind surged on the surface of the 'Autumn Water Home'!

With an expressionless face, Zhang Nuo slashed fiercely toward Zhang Chao. Suddenly, a violent wind arose, and Wind Blades like ferocious beasts tore through everything in their path, charging directly toward where Zhang Chao was!