Cultivation System: Stronger with Age
Chapter 38 - 34: The Blustering Old Man, Three Steps, Twelve Grins

Chapter 38: Chapter 34: The Blustering Old Man, Three Steps, Twelve Grins

A voice with a somewhat strange tone suddenly rang out, "Attack together, crush him!"

It was the tallest of the remaining three Liao Race Leaders of the Marsh Python Liao Race who issued the command. The three Leaders positioned themselves at three different angles, standing behind three groups of Demon People Race members, and slowly closed in. Those who heard the command opened their massive jaws, whipped their giant tails, and charged madly towards Lin Xuankong!

The battle instantly became intensely fierce. Dozens of Demon People Race members swung their giant tails, lifting every object that could be used as a weapon, and flung them towards Lin Xuankong.

Countless stones, wooden stakes, and other objects whistled through the air, smashing towards Lin Xuankong. Around him, more than ten Marsh Python Liao Race members lashed their giant tails at his head, body, and legs!

In that instant, countless attacks, like an inescapable net, completely engulfed Lin Xuankong!

Any Martial Cultivator who saw this scene turned pale with fright. Whether it was Han Lu and the others defending the city or the disciples on Cow and Horse Street, their hearts instantly clenched.

They hadn’t even had time to be astonished and joyful at Lin Xuankong’s instant killing of the Liao Race Leader, as they could no longer find his figure amidst the overwhelming attacks!

Almost no one believed that Lin Xuankong could survive such a terrifying onslaught!

However, just as their hearts tightened, a figure burst out from the center of the overwhelming attacks, crashing into the group of Demon People.

He withstood the stones, wooden stakes, and the giant tails of the Demon People—capable of smashing any living being—took a step forward, and crashed into the body of a Demon Person!

His Mid-grade Realm of the Second Layer, combined with his massive Qi Blood, allowed him to easily saturate every inch of his body with condensed Qi Blood from the Mid-grade Second Layer. The attacks of stones, wooden stakes, and giant tails struck his body with constant booming sounds but didn’t harm him in the slightest, nor could they stop his charge!

This old man, wildly charging through the attacks of a hundred Demon People, this elder surging through the night, firelight, and blood, took his first step. He knocked a Demon Person flying, his right arm darting out like lightning to tap the forehead of the "flying" Demon Person, whose skull instantly exploded!

At the same time, he grabbed the giant tail that had whipped his chest and pulled it hard, dragging the Demon Person who had whipped it towards him. An uppercut smashed into its jaw, shattering it from the jaw to the forehead and sending its White Scale flying!

His left hand tapped the temple of the Demon Person beside him, entering from the left and exiting from the right.

Then, he took the second step, colliding with five Demon People in front. Within two breaths, the five fell to the ground, unable to rise!

He took the third step, reached out, and grabbed the heads of two Demon People, smashing them together with force, producing a CRACK sound. _{fre ewebno(v)e\l.(c)om}

After taking these three big steps, he was already standing in front of a Liao Race Leader approaching stealthily.

The Liao Race Leader let out a strange cry. Its giant tail whipped the air violently, aiming at Lin Xuankong’s waist, while its legs retreated rapidly!

The instantaneous death of the first Liao Race Leader made this one extremely wary.

The Marsh Python Liao Race Leaders were not without intelligence; they were extremely cunning. How could they possibly risk a direct confrontation with Lin Xuankong!

The Marsh Python’s favorite strategy was to engage in a slow battle, relying on their incredibly resilient healing abilities to gradually wear down their opponent!

However, Lin Xuankong did not give it the chance for a slow battle. He allowed its tail, which could crush giant rocks, to whip his waist, then hugged the giant tail with both hands, dragging the creature towards him!

HISSS! The Liao Race Leader let out another strange cry, frantically clawing at the ground with its feet.

Its surrounding Marsh Python Liao Race subordinates ferociously whipped Lin Xuankong’s arms, legs, head, and body with their tails.

Unfortunately, those ferocious Marsh Python Liao Race members found that this seemingly frail, silver-haired old man was even more solid than iron. Their tails, capable of smashing giant rocks, only made him frown and shake his hair.

The Liao Race Leader, in disbelief, found that its strength was far inferior to this old man. It struggled desperately, its feet carving two deep grooves in the ground, but it was still dragged inch by inch towards Lin Xuankong—towards the abyss of death!

A quarter of a breath later, this Liao Race Leader’s head exploded, and it fell to the ground, dead!

Standing still, Lin Xuankong, having withstood so many attacks from the Demon People, was now shrouded in a dark mist of Demon Qi.

This Demon Qi continually eroded his Qi Blood, forming strange sounds in his ears and causing illusions of scantily clad women to appear before his eyes—illusions of Jiang Yuran, a woman from his past life, and Lii Xiaolan.

But supported by the massive Qi Blood in his Life Plate, the Wandering Dragon Exorcism Hand continuously emitted strands of white energy. These strands swirled around his body like wandering dragons, quickly dissipating the Demon Qi!

Seeing all the Demon Qi being expelled by Lin Xuankong, the surrounding Demon People who were rushing over stopped in fear, their massive jaws agape in shock!

If the first Liao Race Leader died due to carelessness, the death of the second Leader made them fully aware of the terrifying power of this human. This human didn’t defend at all and fought ruthlessly, only aiming for the head, only tearing off the White Scale, giving no chance for recovery.

But this wasn’t enough to instill fear in them! What scared them was this human’s seemingly endless Qi Blood, which had completely dissipated the massive amount of Demon Qi that invaded him!

The remaining two Liao Race Leaders exchanged glances, seeing the suspicion in each other’s eyes.

Amidst such dense and prolonged attacks from countless tribesmen, under the invasion of so much Demon Qi, he could still continue to fight. How much Qi Blood does he have? Is he even human? How could a human Martial Cultivator possess such a terrifying Qi Blood Amount?

Seeing Lin Xuankong kill twelve Demon People in three steps, Han Lu finally snapped out of his continuous astonishment. His heart surged with emotion as he leaped forward on one leg, charging towards the Demon People. At the same time, he roared, "Kill!"

The dozen disciples behind him immediately rushed in with their swords. On the nearby city walls, the Yin Talisman Sect disciples drawing the Nine-Stone Great Bows fired Flaming Arrows one after another!

On the battlefield, the fight instantly turned from Lin Xuankong fighting alone into a chaotic melee.

Yet, amidst the crowd, Lin Xuankong remained the most eye-catching!

When others fought the Marsh Python Liao Race, even if they wounded them, as long as the Marsh Python Liao Race members touched their claws to their water pouches, massive amounts of water would flow along their arms to their wounds. In an instant, those wounds would heal, and their speed and Power would temporarily nearly double.

But Lin Xuankong, with his endless Qi Blood enhancing the Wandering Dragon Exorcism Hand, was different. His punches and finger strikes were terrifyingly powerful. In close combat, if they touched him, they died; if they grazed him, they were sent flying. It was as if a rampaging dragon was bullying dozens of little chicks, chasing the Demon People until they scattered in disarray!

Of course, in his eyes, these Marsh Python Liao Race members were not little chicks, but running Silver Yuanbao!

「Half a Cup of Tea Time later,」

Having exhausted their water pouches and left behind more than forty corpses, the Demon People Race finally retreated! Two Liao Race Leaders led over fifty Demon People in a desperate escape towards the dense forest.

There were streams and lakes there. If they could just reach the water, their battle power would double continuously, and they would be nearly invincible!

The Demon People Race had been ferocious and seemingly unstoppable upon arrival, but now they retreated in panic like defeated dogs.

"They finally retreated!" Han Lu, fighting on one leg and covered in blood, panted heavily, feeling as though his entire skeleton was about to fall apart! The dozen injured disciples behind him were equally excited, feeling as though they had just walked back from the Ghost Gate!

But before they could cheer, they saw Lin Xuankong, his white hair flowing, already pursuing the "Silver Yuanbao."

The numerous disciples of Xunyang Town were stunned. Han Lu frowned and shouted, "Fellow disciple, don’t pursue a desperate enemy! There are streams and lakes over there. In the water, they’re not only nearly invincible but their combat Power will also surge. It’s too dangerous! Come back quickly!"

The fleeing Marsh Python Liao Race members had eyes glinting with ferocity and hatred. They firmly believed that once they reached the streams and lakes, it would be time to slaughter this white-haired human—their moment for a counterattack!