Chapter 1220
Ximen Wudi flicked a finger, striking the flying sword dead-on.
Crack! That flying sword shattered and dissolved into nothingness.
"What!" The Yinyang Sect elder's face changed, and a thick sense of crisis surged into his heart.
He saw a whip-like leg carrying the force of Lei Tingwanjun already arrive before him, raising a biting gale of gang wind, making the Yinyang Sect elder's face twitch wildly.
"Hah!"
The Yinyang Sect elder thrust out both hands, laying down a defensive shield before him, while his feet slid, swiftly shifting to one side.
Puchi!
However, that leg still solidly kicked him on the shoulder.
"Ah!"
A bout of heart-wrenching pain spread through his whole body; the Yinyang Sect elder let out a wretched cry and fell from the air onto the ground.
"Grand Uncle-Master!" The Yinyang Sect disciples hurriedly helped up the Yinyang Sect elder, anxiously shouting.
"Cough, cough..." The Yinyang Sect elder clutched his wound and began to cough violently.
"You... who exactly are you?" The Yinyang Sect elder raised his head, stared at Ximen Wudi in shock, and a deep wariness rose in his heart.
Although it was only a single encounter, the Yinyang Sect elder clearly realized that he was by no means Ximen Wudi's match.
"Guess?" Ximen Wudi's lips curled up, asking with a half-smile.
"You!" The Yinyang Sect elder was instantly so angry he nearly spat blood.
Damn it, how the hell would I guess, I'm not a tapeworm in your belly!
"What are you all still gawking at? Get him!" The Yinyang Sect elder, shamed into fury, roared in rage.
Swooosh swooosh swooosh swooosh~
In an instant, a large swarm of Wu Xiu surged forward, surrounding Ximen Wudi completely.
"Hahaha..." The Yinyang Sect elder laughed long at the sky, a bout of crazed great laughter.
"Ximen Wudi, oh Ximen Wudi, you think you're amazing? You dare to challenge my Yinyang Sect—this time, even if you grew wings, you wouldn't escape!"
"Oh? Is that so?" At that moment, Ximen Wudi's faint voice rang out.
Immediately after, Ximen Wudi's figure flashed and had already vanished from within the crowd.
"W-watch out!" The Yinyang Sect elder had just reacted when he heard a cry of alarm from behind; he whipped his head around in panic and was instantly scared out of his wits.
He saw that the twenty to thirty Wu Xiu he had brought were all sent flying backward in an instant, crashing heavily to the ground, each one's chest caved in, blood spraying wildly—clearly all suffering fatal, grievous wounds.
"You... you..." The Yinyang Sect elder stared with terrified eyes at Ximen Wudi, unable to utter a single complete sentence.
Although his disciples were only at early Xuanling, when united their attack power was extremely strong; even when facing peak Xuanling, or even Jin Dan stage experts, they were in no way inferior.
Yet, not a single one of them could last a single exchange; all were heavily wounded lying on the ground, their fates unknown.
The Yinyang Sect elder was truly terrified now—Ximen Wudi's strength was far, far greater than he had anticipated!
"You're... a mid Jin Dan stage expert!" The Yinyang Sect elder's pupils contracted sharply as he asked, word by word, slowly.
"Mid Jin Dan?" Ximen Wudi shook his head.
"No, late Jin Dan!" One sentence from Ximen Wudi made everyone gasp in a cold breath.
Damn, this guy is way too monstrous, isn't he?
"Impossible!" The Yinyang Sect elder, however, refused to believe it, and roared through gritted teeth.
"No matter what level of expert you are, today our Yinyang Sect swears to take the head from your neck!"
"Enough talk, come and fight!" Ximen Wudi stood proudly, an aura of looking down on the whole world radiating from his entire body.
All the people of the Yinyang Sect were completely overawed.
A young junior actually radiating such a Wang Ba qi—simply unheard of!
The Yinyang Sect elder, however, clenched his teeth hard, his eyes turning cold.
"Hmph, I admit, I underestimated your strength!"
"But even if you are a late Jin Dan expert, so what? Today my Yinyang Sect will surely exterminate you!"
Having said that, the Yinyang Sect elder flipped his palm, and a long saber as black as ink appeared in his hand.
Shua!
The Yinyang Sect elder flicked his wrist, and a sharp blade-light, as if it could sever mountains, rivers, and seas, hacked toward Ximen Wudi.
"Hmm?" Ximen Wudi's pupils suddenly contracted; sensing the world-destroying might contained within that blade qi, he couldn't help but be surprised.
Although this blade qi was much weaker than that of the Yinyang Sect elder he had encountered before, Ximen Wudi clearly perceived that this blade qi was more condensed, and carried a tremendous oppressive force.
"Indeed, there's some skill to it!" Ximen Wudi secretly praised, tapped his tiptoe lightly, employed the Ethereal Immortal Trace to dodge that blade qi, and his body once again appeared beside the Yinyang Sect elder.
Pa!
Ximen Wudi slapped the top of the Yinyang Sect elder's head.
Peng!
The Yinyang Sect elder's head exploded, a mist of blood Lu Tengkong.
"Elder!" The many Yinyang Sect disciples cried out in alarm, unable to help grieving deeply.
Ximen Wudi's body flashed, and he arrived beside several other Wu Xiu, swinging his iron fists and blasting them all to pieces!
"Ah!" Those Wu Xiu screamed one after another, falling dead to the ground.
In the span of a short moment, forty to fifty Wu Xiu had been utterly annihilated.
Hiss~
The surrounding people, seeing this, were all stupefied.
Originally, Ximen Wudi fighting one against a hundred had already left them incomparably shocked.
But unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Ximen Wudi had instantly killed another fifty or sixty Wu Xiu.
Is this bastard even human?
With the death of the Yinyang Sect elder, the remaining few Yinyang Sect disciples were all thrown into utter panic.
They were used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and facing such a fearsome Ximen Wudi, they were instantly scared out of their wits.
"Run, run fast!" one of them shouted loudly, turned around, and bolted.
Psh psh psh!
Unfortunately, before his legs had carried him more than a few meters, he stumbled and crashed to the ground, blood gushing from his neck like a fountain, dying a violent death.
"Senior brother is dead?!" The remaining Yinyang Sect disciples, seeing this, completely broke down, scrambling to flee one after another.
"Heh, want to run? Too late!" Ximen Wudi gave a cold laugh, his figure suddenly vanishing on the spot, and immediately two Yinyang Sect disciples' bodies were seen to abruptly freeze mid-air.
Ximen Wudi reached out a hand, and two silver needles pierced into the brows of the two Yinyang Sect disciples.
Thud!
Two corpses dropped to the ground, kicking up dust.
A sweeping wave of killing intent engulfed the entire field.
Ximen Wudi swept his gaze around, his eyes suddenly turning icy cold.
"Those who don't want to die, get lost right now!"
Ximen Wudi's icy words were like a tide of cold air, sweeping across the entire field.
"Go, go now!"
In an instant, the remaining several dozen people all fled without a trace.
Ximen Wudi let out a slight breath of relief; although he hadn't killed them all, the final outcome was still decent enough.
With these several dozen people fleeing, the Yinyang Sect was thoroughly finished, unless a Nascent Soul cultivator came to reinforce them.
However, even if a Jin Dan realm master came, Ximen Wudi could rely on his bizarre movement techniques and various miraculous moves to hold his own against them.
And once he unleashed the Divine Dragon Tail Sweep from the Purple Mist Secret Manual, even if the Nascent Soul cultivator didn't die, they would be bearing a heavy burden of grave injuries, with no time to spare for them, perfectly allowing him to seize the chance to escape.
Having figured this out, Ximen Wudi strode forward with steady steps, walking straight into the Yinyang Sect.
"Who goes there?!" The moment he entered, in the heavily guarded courtyard, over a dozen Wu Xiu immediately appeared and intercepted Ximen Wudi.
"Get lost!" Ximen Wudi's face went cold, and a tremendous aura burst forth from him.
"Thud thud thud!"
End of Chapter
