Chapter 276: Slay Twenty-Seven and Fight Three

"First cut the throat, please, don't move there, I can't bear it, I don't want to become a eunuch ah ah……"

Bu Fan's face twisted, he writhed desperately, his snow-white belly swaying back and forth, like a woman ten months pregnant.

Heng Xian found that making this guy a monk only made him fatter, and felt genuinely impressed; looking at his silkworm-cocoon-like belly, he found it boring, so he put away his knife and lowered his voice: "Say something pleasant!"

Bu Fan immediately shouted: "Monster grandfather, monster grandmother, spare my life, I am willing to serve before the saddle and after the horse, to devote myself unto death!"

Heng Xian shook his head: "Not enough, not enough!"

"Great Master, Immortal Teacher, Invincible Third Lord…" Bu Fan said desperately, then suddenly blinked: "Huh?"

The two men and two women nearby also widened their eyes and looked over.

Heng Xian narrowed his eyes: "Continue!"

"Continue, you old hag!" Bu Fan laughed: "Damn it, you're Heng Xian, you bastard still pretending to be a monster, so convincing!"

"Huh?" Heng Xian pressed the knife against his belly again.

"Master Xian… don't, don't, don't!" Bu Fan immediately begged for mercy.

"Roar!"

Just then, a white-clothed woman suddenly let out a strange cry.

Dozens of green-clothed on both sides drew their sabers and charged in neat, fierce fashion.

Heng Xian immediately wielded the knife in his left hand, slashing and cutting, severing the ropes binding Bu Fan's hands and feet, then kicked up, sending the several-hundred-jin chopping block along with the five people flying into the dark corner.

At this moment, dozens of green-clothed youths had already converged for a combined attack; their saber strikes were fierce and relentless, capable of chopping even steel to pieces.

Heng Xian did not dodge; instead, he flicked his finger to launch the sword, grasped the gray-iron blade, twisted his waist, using the 'lead' tactic to draw the twenty-seven sabers together, then heaved them up forcefully.

"Boom……"

Like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, the twenty-seven green-clothed flew in all directions, cracking and clattering as they fell to the ground.

In the corner, Bu Fan and the other four men and women who had just gotten up were instantly stunned.

These past few days, when they encountered gray-clothed foes, they lacked the ability to kill them outright, but knocking them back was no problem; facing two or three green-clothed they could barely manage, but with nearly thirty green-clothed, let alone defeating them, even fleeing was difficult.

Now, this guy, with one sword strike he sent twenty-seven flying??

"Whoa……"

The twenty-seven green-clothed who had been flung up quickly got to their feet again and charged at Heng Xian once more.

Bu Fan reacted, meanwhile frantically rescuing his companions while shouting: "Master Xian, be careful! These monsters can't be killed, they……"

He couldn't finish his sentence; he couldn't go on.

Because Heng Xian, with a strange sword-gripping method, like a sword dance, circled around the twenty-seven green-clothed once, and wherever he passed, severed limbs and arms flew sideways.

When he stopped, the twenty-seven green-clothed had turned into bloody flesh covering the ground; in the blink of an eye, gray smoke spread, and they all became rotting corpses.

The five of them were stunned again.

A woman murmured: "Rumors say the demonic adulterer Heng Xian possesses unfathomable divine abilities; now it seems true, the Nine-Breath Slash killed twenty-seven green-clothed, and even killed them!"

Bu Fan exclaimed: "You counted them?"

The woman nodded: "Yes!"

At this moment, Heng Xian held his sword, standing amid the pile of corpses, spotless, as if he hadn't been the one to act, silently gazing at the three white-clothed.

The three white-clothed young men and women still showed no change in expression, only a thick killing aura emanated from their bodies, visible to the naked eye.

Immediately, they flashed to Heng Xian's northwest, northeast, and southwest positions, their blood-red knives continuously emitting black toxic smoke, like primordial beasts; the aura in that instant made hearts tremble.

Heng Xian examined them closely; they were equivalent to the ninth level of the Qi Hai Realm, but lacked some of the agility of that level, while possessing more of the yin-infused killing, sharpness, and speed that the ninth level of the Qi Hai Realm does not have.

Yet all three had the Small Sword Seal on their foreheads, yet they wielded knives, which seemed somewhat incongruous.

At this point, Bu Fan had already untied the ropes of the four others; the five of them hid in the corner, trembling, filled with panic and unease as they watched.

Whatever the case, Heng Xian's victory or defeat decided their life or death!

"Whoosh……"

At this moment, the three white-clothed men and women flashed to Heng Xian's side, their blood-colored sabers slashing down from above.

Exactly, just a flash—no afterimage left at all, so fast the eye could hardly catch it.

Heng Xian's scalp went numb; although he had already overestimated the three white-clothed, their speed still surpassed his imagination, so he immediately employed Demonic Evasion to dodge.

"Clang!"

Just as he dodged, the spot where he had been standing immediately rang with metallic clashing.

Heng Xian halted his stance, instinctively looked back—behind him was empty, but a tearing wind sound came from above, and the three white-clothed had arrived again.

He again employed Demonic Evasion to dodge, but before he could stop, the three white-clothed attacked once more.

They gave him no chance to counterattack!

He couldn't help but feel anxious; as the saying goes, no martial art can withstand speed— a single swift strike can kill in three steps. Even though these white-clothed's spiritual power and strength were inferior to his, their speed surpassing his by a margin was enough to kill him!

While dodging, he emptied his mind, focusing entirely on that thread of sensation that had appeared when he had refined his Qi Sea six times a few days prior.

That thread of sensation, which only the Primordial Dan Realm possesses, reappeared; even with his eyes closed, he could feel every movement within a radius of several meters.

This is spiritual sense!

Opening spiritual sense in the Qi Hai Realm is something that goes against cultivation norms; I don't know if other cultivators can achieve it, but I've never seen it in any books!

Although it only allows perception of the surroundings within ten-plus meters, it's enough to deal with the three white-clothed!

Thus, by locking onto the three white-clothed with spiritual sense and then employing the Demonic Evasion technique, he gained ample room to maneuver.

Yet to Bu Fan and the five others watching from the corner, it looked like four of them went 'biu' to the left, then 'biu' to the right.

"Uh… what is this…?" a girl asked, instinctively covering her chest.

Bu Fan swallowed, narrowed his eyes, and said: "We've also never seen white-clothed before; this speed is terrifying! But I know Heng Xian's movement technique!"

"You do? What movement technique is it?" several people asked curiously.

Bu Fan said solemnly: "Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Godly Crackling Body Technique!"

"We're already at this point, stop yapping about spirit beasts." The girl trembled, "Say something to reassure us—can he, can he beat them?"

As soon as her words fell, Heng Xian again broke free from the three white-clad attackers' assault, waved his hand, unleashed a claw strike into the air, and grabbed at the spot where he had just stood.

A huge claw shadow flashed out.

This is the "Spirit Eagle Heavenly Claw" he comprehended on the Tianyuan Sect Maple Forest Stele; it's useless for anything else, but it's perfect for a sneak attack.

Indeed! One of the white-clad men rushed headlong into it, and was fiercely struck by the claw—with a "thwack!", his bones shattered and he collapsed limp.

The other two white-clad attackers came from left and right, assaulting again.

Facing two against one, Heng Xian no longer dodged; the mighty aura of his Qi Hai Realm Ninth Level surged forth, sword qi swirling and howling around him as he fiercely unleashed two swords!

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The two white-clad men were sent flying backward violently; the violent air blast instantly shattered the house, bricks and timber crashing down.

Sun Bufan and the four others were hit squarely; they hurriedly shook off the dust and scrambled out.

After looking up again, they saw Heng Xian standing sword in hand amidst the house's wreckage, spotless, his breath resolute, fierce sword qi swirling around him with a "whoosh whoosh".

(End of chapter)