Chapter 45

Seeing the gate of the mountain stronghold opened, and with the leading senior cultist killed by Li Fei, the remaining dozen or so Anshen Sect cultists lost their will to fight and turned to flee one after another.

Lu Sheng first glanced at Lu Zhangwu, and seeing that he was uninjured, he walked quickly toward Li Fei.

He looked at the corpse of the senior cultist at Li Fei's feet, then at the corpses of the other two burly men, and sighed:

"Li Lei has a good son."

"Uncle Lu, you flatter me."

Li Fei said.

"Hahaha, Uncle Lu will go back and personally request a merit for you!"

Lu Sheng patted Li Fei's shoulder hard.

Li Fei smiled, and only then did he have time to check the Blood Bead in his body:

【Level: 5, 17%

Blood Soul: 24, +48%】

He had just activated 'Blood Rage', which consumed 2 Blood Souls, and the rest were injuries caused to him by the enemies.

"Those two talismans must have also caused me damage; it seems the Blood Bead can also defend against damage from the spiritual level!"

This was the first time Li Fei had encountered an enemy using sorcery. Hao Yi told him that sorcery below the Possession Realm was all about the spiritual level. The two senior cultists just now were definitely not Great Mages of the Possession Realm, so the damage they caused also belonged to spiritual damage.

And now Li Fei was certain that the Blood Bead could also share the damage from the spiritual level for him.

"Martial artists naturally restrain sorcery, and with the Blood Bead, perhaps I can become a mage killer in the future?"

Li Fei couldn't help but imagine.

Having the merit of being the first to ascend, and having killed two senior cultists, he would definitely get an A+ rating for this operation, so there was no need to be as brave as before in the subsequent battles.

So Li Fei followed behind Lu Sheng and the others, rightfully 'slacking off'.

After the mountain stronghold gate was opened, the subsequent battle had no suspense. The inspectors and students of the Martial Arts Hall were like wolves and tigers, clearing out the Anshen Sect cultists in the stronghold with overwhelming force.

Wang Ping and several other official martial masters had not made a move the whole time.

They came this time to prevent accidents and were prepared to deal with any experts the Anshen Sect might have. They had no interest in making a move against these ordinary cultists.

Anyway, even if they didn't make a move from beginning to end, the credit they were due wouldn't be any less.

This was the benefit of being a leader.

After more than half an hour, the entire stronghold had been cleared, and more than twenty Anshen Sect cultists were captured alive.

Wang Ping came to the altar in the center, examined it carefully for a while, and a look of obvious joy appeared on his face.

He turned to ask Lu Sheng:

"Did you capture their Sect Master or any other important figures?"

Lu Sheng had just finished listening to his subordinate's report and said, "We killed four of their senior cultists and captured two alive."

"Bring those two over for me to question."

Wang Ping ordered.

Soon, two senior cultists in dark gray robes were brought over, tied up tightly.

"Who is your Sect Master?"

Wang Ping asked.

Both senior cultists looked at Wang Ping with hateful eyes, and one of them roared at Wang Ping:

"You sinners will all die! The Sect Master will avenge us!"

"Oh?"

Wang Ping looked at him, "So, your Sect Master ran away in advance?"

He turned and pointed to the altar beside him: "Building this altar consumed a lot of precious materials, right? Your Sect Master probably used decades of savings on this. Even if he ran away, it will be very difficult to have an Anshen Sect in the future."

"Lord Wang, is that true?"

Lu Sheng on the side asked hurriedly.

The fact that the Anshen Sect Master ran away made him a little disappointed, which reduced the credit for this operation, but hearing Wang Ping say this, it seemed there was still a turning point.

Wang Ping smiled and said: "There are many precious materials on this altar. The Anshen Sect's key sorcery inheritance, implant inheritance, etc., should all need to use this altar. Now that the altar is gone, the Anshen Sect won't be able to make any waves. Later, we can have people from the Justice Academy come to recycle the materials here, which will definitely be a great merit."

He was in a very good mood at this time, and the smile on his face increased.

The Justice Academy was the most mysterious among the six local academies, only responsible for matters related to sorcery, and had close ties with the Military Intelligence Department.

The twelve universities of the Great Lan Dynasty had a Zhige Department specifically to train martial artists, and also a Justice Department specifically to train sorcerers, and these sorcerers basically entered the local Justice Academies directly after graduation.

Lu Sheng smiled when he heard Wang Ping say this.

In this way, his promotion to Deputy Inspector General should also be able to be advanced.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The two captured senior cultists suddenly laughed wildly.

Lu Sheng frowned at the two and had his men plug their mouths.

He was too lazy to ask why they were laughing; anyway, these cultists were all people with broken brains.

"Prepare to withdraw."

Lu Sheng ordered.

Li Fei on the side suddenly felt the steel armor implant in his body stir again, and alarm bells rang in his heart!

His muscles tensed instantly, and his right hand grabbed the hilt of his knife.

The next second, the altar surrounded by everyone lit up with light.

Wang Ping was the first to notice that something was wrong. He turned to look at the altar immediately. When he saw the light, his pupils contracted, and he slashed out with his palm without hesitation.

A mass of crimson steam erupted from his palm, turning into a red snake more than three meters long, tearing toward the altar.

But he was still a step too late. A purple-black ring of light centered on the altar spread out to the surroundings, instantly sweeping over everyone in the stronghold!

Li Fei's brain sank, and he felt a slight bit of sleepiness.

He looked at the Blood Bead in his body:

【Level: 5, 59%

Blood Soul: 21, +16%】

The energy increased by more than 40% at once, and the Blood Soul decreased by more than 3!

"Is this some kind of sorcery?"

Li Fei thought to himself.

Then he saw the people around him fall one after another. Those high-level lecturers struggled forcibly for a while after falling, but in the end, they couldn't resist the intense sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Li Fei thought for a moment and fell down with them.

In the end, the only ones still standing in the stronghold were Wang Ping and the other three official martial masters of the Zhige Academy.

After the red snake Wang Ping struck made contact with the altar, a large amount of yellow smoke immediately emerged from the altar, making a harsh sound, as if something was wailing.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, followed by continuous noises, the stones that made up the altar kept cracking, and finally, the entire altar collapsed completely.

Destroying the altar in one move, Wang Ping's face was very ugly.

This altar was not destroyed by him, but by the person behind the scenes, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to emit such a powerful sorcery, which could even affect official martial artists of the Body-Breaking Realm!

"Team Leader Wang, look."

An official martial master on the side suddenly pointed upward and said.

Wang Ping looked up and saw that outside the stronghold, the hillside above was already full of people.

One of them was wearing a purple robe, surrounded by the others like stars around the moon.

The opponent looked down at the people in the stronghold from a high position, like a cat looking at a mouse.

(End of chapter)