Chapter 1219

Ximen Wudi crossed his arms and raised them above his head, and a burst of incomparably biting, razor-sharp Qi suddenly surged forth.

Crackle-crackle!

A faint sound of electric current drifted through the air, and a thunder sword as thick as a water bucket materialized in midair.

"Not good!" The crowd sensed danger approaching and all stopped in their tracks at once, turning to stare at Ximen Wudi with terrified faces.

"Run!" one martial artist shouted, turning and bolting away.

Too bad—how could they possibly escape the range of Ximen Wudi's attack?

"Die!" Ximen Wudi flicked his wrist, and the giant thunder sword came crashing down.

In an instant, a bolt of Lei Guang tore across the void, slicing straight through the crowd and cleaving them apart.

"No!" The crowd's eyes went wide with terror as they let out desperate, despairing screams.

Boom-boom-boom~ A string of explosions rang out, and flesh and blood flew in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, eight martial artists—including their leader—were all slain in a single strike by Ximen Wudi, reduced to a rain of blood that scattered between heaven and earth.

"Hoo~" Ximen Wudi let out a long breath, his gaze sweeping the ground, and his brow furrowed despite himself.

"How could this be?" On the ground, corpse after corpse made for a horrifying sight, enough to make anyone's hair stand on end.

Ximen Wudi crouched down and carefully examined the area, his brow furrowing even deeper.

"These fellows were all wounded by demon beasts. Could it be… that this Ghost Ling Sect has some connection with demon beasts?"

A trace of doubt rose unbidden in Ximen Wudi's heart.

But very soon, Ximen Wudi shook his head.

After all, this was only a guess. Although it wasn't impossible, there was no evidence to back it up, and to jump to conclusions would be too clever by half.

"Better find out where Ghost Ling Sect is first!" Ximen Wudi sighed and stood up.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Ximen Wudi lashed out a palm strike to one side.

Bang!

With a dull thud, a figure went flying in a wretched state.

"Owow, owow… that hurts this Young Master to death!"

The man lay sprawled on the ground, groaning nonstop. His chest had caved in—clearly he was gravely injured.

"Kid, I am the third Young Master of the City Lord's residence of Yin Moon City. If you dare hurt me, you'll be making an enemy of all of Yin Moon City!"

"City Lord's residence?" Ximen Wudi's brow shot up at that, and a playful smile spread across his face.

He hadn't expected to run into another acquaintance.

"Kid, don't get cocky. My father is the Grand General Protector of the Nation of Yin Moon Country, and his cultivation has already reached the peak of Jin Dan. If you know what's good for you, let me go right now, or else—"

"Noise!" Ximen Wudi's brow pinched together, and he extended an index finger, tapping it toward the pampered Young Master.

"Mm?"

The pampered Young Master suddenly froze, then his face changed drastically and he screamed in terror, "Help! Help! Murder!"

The pampered Young Master had barely finished speaking when he suddenly felt as if a great boulder were pressing on his chest—he couldn't draw a breath. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, then passed out.

Ximen Wudi gave a cold snort, tossed the pampered Young Master aside, and shot off into the distance.

In the space of a moment, Ximen Wudi arrived before a magnificent building.

"City Lord's residence?" Ximen Wudi's brow furrowed, then he strode inside in great strides.

"Hey, isn't the City Lord out and not back yet? Who let you in!" A guard blocked Ximen Wudi.

"Step aside. I need to see your City Lord!"

"Such barefaced nerve—get out!" The guard blazed with fury and threw a punch at Ximen Wudi.

"Scram!" Ximen Wudi swept out a sleeve, and a gust of Jian Jingfeng surged.

With a bang, the guard was sent flying like a cannonball and slammed into the wall behind him.

"Hiss~" The surrounding people were instantly dumbfounded. Is this even human? How could a wave of a hand send a late-stage Profound-rank expert flying?

Even an early-stage Innate couldn't do that, could they?

"Brother, please hold on!" Just then, a guard suddenly ran over and blocked Ximen Wudi.

"Do you know what kind of place this is? You barge in like this—aren't you afraid we'll report you to the authorities and have you arrested?" the guard said with a stony face.

"Arrest me?" Ximen Wudi blinked, then burst out laughing. "If I were afraid, I wouldn't have come in."

"You—" The guard was so angry his nostrils fumed. This guy was way too arrogant—he was just begging for a beating.

"Hmph, I'm telling you, don't get any ideas. This is the City Lord's residence of Yin Moon City, not some place you can run wild!" the guard said through gritted teeth, itching to beat the fellow senseless and vent his own anger.

"Oh?" Ximen Wudi's eyes lit up at that.

So it really was the City Lord's residence—looked like he had the right place.

"Take me to see your City Lord!" Ximen Wudi clasped his hands behind his back, looking as if he lorded it over the whole world.

"Outrageous!" the guard fumed. "Our City Lord is of such noble station—how could someone like you simply demand an audience?"

Ximen Wudi rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with this fool any longer, and walked right past him, intending to keep heading inside.

"Bastard, did I say you could go?" Seeing Ximen Wudi's attitude toward him, the guard curled his lip in disdain and stepped in front of Ximen Wudi again.

Only then did Ximen Wudi notice that this guard's cultivation was no ordinary matter—he had already reached mid-stage Innate!

No wonder he dared throw his weight around in front of him.

But a mere mid-stage Innate—Ximen Wudi couldn't be bothered to deal with him.

"Scram!" Ximen Wudi gave a light rebuke, and a wisp of Primordial Spirit power released, instantly burrowing into the guard's body.

"Ugh…" The guard's whole body shuddered violently twice, then his face filled with horror as he stared at Ximen Wudi in terror.

"Mer… mercy!"

"Get lost!" Ximen Wudi waved a hand. The guard hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end chose to leave and hide to the side.

Ximen Wudi strode in great steps toward the main hall of the City Lord's residence. Passing some servants along the way, they all looked at him with strange eyes.

Ximen Wudi pretended nothing was amiss and walked unimpeded all the way to the main hall of the City Lord's residence.

At this moment, the great hall was packed with people. Apart from the Yinyang Sect's elders and Sect Master Luo Hong, there was also a group of men in black.

"What are you doing?" Ximen Wudi put on a look of surprise and asked.

"Heh heh, since you've already come, Sir, why hide your head and show your tail!" The Yinyang Sect elder stroked his beard and said lightly.

"Heh heh, I'm just an ordinary person — what strong expert would I know?" Ximen Wudi smiled lightly.

"Oh?" The Yinyang Sect elder raised his brows, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"You are Ximen Wudi!"

"So what if I am? So what if I'm not?"

"You killed disciples of my sect — don't dream of leaving safely today!" The Yinyang Sect elder's tone was icy, brimming with murderous intent.

Ximen Wudi smiled faintly. "Then try and make your move!"

"Seeking death!" The Yinyang Sect elder roared furiously and was the first to charge at Ximen Wudi.

Whoosh!

Ximen Wudi had long been poised and ready. His figure flickered, and he was fighting the Yinyang Sect elder in one place.

Boom boom boom~

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged several hundred moves — and neither could gain the upper hand!

"How fearsome!" The Yinyang Sect elder narrowed his eyes, growing ever more cautious of Ximen Wudi.

This one called Ximen Wudi — so young, yet his strength was actually this overwhelming.

Moreover, what made him feel most eerie was that this Ximen Wudi seemed to have a kind of mysterious power on him. Every time he got close, it made him feel waves of crisis.

"This boy must not be allowed to leave alive!" The Yinyang Sect elder's gaze suddenly turned vicious. The speed beneath his feet surged, and his hands rapidly formed spell seals in succession.

A flying sword appeared out of thin air, suspended in mid-air, blooming with dazzling, eye-catching cold light.

"Go!"

The Yinyang Sect elder roared loudly. The flying sword suddenly changed direction, tearing through space as it thrust toward Ximen Wudi.

Ding!