Dominating Martial King
Chapter 134 - 134 131 Sweeping Through Triple Update Climax Request for Monthly Ticket

134: Chapter 131: Sweeping Through (Triple Update Climax, Request for Monthly Ticket) 134: Chapter 131: Sweeping Through (Triple Update Climax, Request for Monthly Ticket) Mu Ling furrowed his brow, puzzled by the source of the unease within him.

Chu Xisheng was still ten paces away, frantically escaping under the chase and blockade led by Zhuo Baiyun and others, circling White Jade Square.

This person’s movement technique was even more nimble and agile, effortlessly manipulating his sword with greater fierceness and dominance, stirring wind and thunder, and forcing the nearby Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators unable to come within a ten-foot radius of him.

However, his movements were more rigid.

His face was also flushed, sweating profusely.

Mu Ling guessed that Chu Xisheng was temporarily burning his essence, causing a burst of potential.

Although Chu Xisheng’s combat power was strong, he was clearly sick, and his endurance seemed far less than that of an ordinary person.

He estimated that the man wouldn’t last long.

Within fifty breaths, this person would die under the swords of Zhuo Baiyun and the others.

The situation of Zhoou Liangchen and the Zhoou Family in the distance was even more precarious.

The formation they had made had already been torn beyond recognition under the assault of several dozen Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators.

Zhoou Liangchen’s swordsmanship was dominant, fighting ten at once, and so far, he had slain four people.

Yet, he was powerless to reverse the imminent collapse of the Zhoou Family’s formation; the Zhoou Family would soon be dismembered.

This must be an illusion, a worry of loss before success, thinking too much.

But just in case, Mu Ling walked to the nearby ground and found two bone beads about the size of a human fist, engraved with Elixir Talismans, and pale in color.

Mu Ling’s bag had long been chopped to pieces by Chu Xisheng, with personal belongings scattered everywhere, his body almost naked.

These two white bone beads had also rolled over here.

At this moment, Mu Ling’s right wrist suddenly cracked open, spewing a great amount of fresh blood.

This blood seemed to have its own will, snaking along the ground and quickly formed a three-foot-circumference blood-colored formation.

The two pale bone beads also detached from Mu Ling’s palm, hovering in the air.

Si Huangquan nearby narrowed his eyes slightly at this scene.

—This is Dragon Bone; this person must be casting a spell known as ‘Dragon Bone Taoist Soldier’!

Following Mu Ling’s hand seals, the pale bone beads indeed began to transform, rapidly growing and thickening amid a series of ‘click-clacking’ sounds, eventually morphing into two eight-foot-tall bone soldiers engulfed in silver-white flames.

Sorcerer Mu Ling’s lips curled into a slight smile.

This was his trump card, two Ninth Grade Dragon Bone Taoist Soldiers with the combat power of Qingyun’s geniuses.

Unfortunately, Chu Xisheng’s earlier move caught him off guard, and the speed of the sword was unbelievably fast, preventing him from using it in time.

But now—

Mu Ling glanced at Chu Xisheng in the distance, his gaze cold.

Since the source of his unease stemmed from Chu Xisheng, cutting this root was the solution.

It just seemed a bit too easy for the man.

Mu Ling thought of being constantly cut and dismembered by Chu Xisheng, feeling all the muscles and bones in his body ache faintly.

His original plan was to save him for the end, to execute him by lingchi, shattering his body into ten thousand pieces, to vent the hatred in his heart.

“Kill him—”

Just before Mu Ling finished speaking, he heard a loud ‘boom’.

It was Silver Patterned Tiger Lu Chen, who was fighting Chu Xisheng; for some reason, he was blown away from the crowd, skidding back to a distance of twenty-one feet, staggering to steady himself, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Sorcerer Mu Ling watched this scene, his expression momentarily stunned.

What happened?

How could Lu Chen be blown away at this stage?

Was that man’s combat power still so strong?

Chu Xisheng, who was ten paces away, had stopped running.

He stood among the crowd, casually waving his sword, blocking the various weapons slashing at him from all sides.

Chu Xisheng’s motions appeared simple and casual, yet he turned the three feet around him into a forbidden zone of Thunder Pond, making it impossible for anyone nearby to take even half a step closer.

Moreover, one after another, Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators were continuously hammered away by Chu Xisheng’s Rune Blood Refining Blade; they either fell to the ground unable to rise, or were knocked unconscious, unable to move again.

Meanwhile, Chu Xisheng twisted his neck from side to side, stretching his limbs at will, his body cracking like popping soybeans, ‘crackle, crackle’.

He was experiencing the sensation of being relaxed and the surge of Qi power.

Chu Xisheng had already realized “Divine Sorrow” from inside the Martial Arts Treasure Vault 30 breaths ago.

Unlike the previous exchange of Bloodline Talent, this time was extremely painful, he felt as if something was being drawn out from his bones, causing violent spasms in his muscles and membranes.

That bone-splitting, marrow-pulling pain greatly affected his combat, making his steps unstable, and whether it was wielding the sword or his movement technique, it was even more rigid than when he was controlled by the “Heart Tying Gu.”

And the duration was long, lasting for thirty breaths, which repeatedly plunged him into danger.

Fortunately, he had endured it.

The feeling of muscle twitching and marrow sucking was receding, and a stronger, more violent force was budding within him.

At this moment, Chu Xisheng felt a sweetness in his throat, and a large clot of liquid with a strong fishy smell suddenly surged out from his lungs.

Chu Xisheng couldn’t help but spit it out, only to discover it was a clump of dark blood.

He took a closer look and noticed numerous worm-like creatures in the blood, some of which were still wriggling.

This was indeed one of the benefits of exchanging for Divine Sorrow.

The process of Bloodline Awakening, though torturous for thirty breaths, also forced out the Heart Tying Gu lurking deep within his body.

“How vicious!”

Chu Xisheng looked at the worms in the blood, feeling his skin crawl.

Thinking that these creatures had recently been hiding inside his body, Chu Xisheng felt nauseous.

He then lifted his head and, with a cold sneer, looked towards Mu Ling, “Today you used this poisonous gu to wreak havoc and harm so many people, just to reconstruct your master’s body?

Over four hundred lives just to enhance your master’s cultivation a bit further?”

Mu Ling and Chu Xisheng locked eyes from a distance, but Mu Ling felt a chill running through his body.

Clearly standing ten feet away, Mu Ling still felt as if Chu Xisheng’s sword was at his throat, easily capable of slashing it open.

This man was able to condense his Divine Thought into an unparalleled Sword Force, locking him in place from afar.

Mu Ling’s pupils contracted slightly, “Kill!”

In that instant, not only did the crowd surrounding Chu Xisheng become more frenzied, but the several dozens of Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators who were attacking Zhoou Liangchen and others also charged madly toward Chu Xisheng.

Mu Ling’s eyes were like ghostly fires, his expression feral and filled with a fierce, malevolent air.

His heart grew increasingly uneasy, as if needles were pricking his Divine Thought.

Thus, he had to eliminate this source of unease with all he had!

However, Chu Xisheng from afar remained composed.

He watched the crowd charging at him, their faces pulsating with veins like mad beasts, but far from showing any shock, he merely let out a cold sneer.

“Many people?

Is that useful?”

Roar!

His Vengeful Blade Intent instantly transformed into a fearsome beast with a dragon’s head and a hyena’s body that spanned over six feet, emitting a sky-shattering roar at the crowd.

The long sword in its mouth also made a ‘clank’ sound, its sharp and fierce Sword Intent instantaneously sweeping everything alive within a fifteen feet radius, crushing all.

At that moment, all the Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators surrounding Chu Xisheng were overpowered by his Vengeful Blade Intent, swept into kneeling with a thunderous crash.

A small portion managed to kneel, still desperately resisting the impact of Chu Xisheng’s Blade Intent, while the vast majority had their eyes roll back, blood seeping from all orifices, and lost consciousness outright.

“Kill!”

Zhuo Baiyun’s body was also forced to kneel halfway, but he then rose against the control of the Heart Tying Gu, charging forward to stab at Chu Xisheng’s brow with his sword.

This was his strongest thrust, “A Grain of Sand”, which could almost achieve true tracelessness.

Zhuo Baiyun was reluctant to do so, but at the moment, the power of the Heart Tying Gu suddenly increased, leaving him no control over himself.

However, Zhuo Baiyun’s sword had barely thrust out less than two inches when he saw a flash of white Blade Light striking in front of him.

“Thud!”

Zhuo Baiyun, completely unprepared, was struck on the forehead by the back of Chu Xisheng’s sword.

He was thrown over thirty feet, his vision darkened, and he completely lost consciousness.

At that moment, Han White Jade Square was deathly silent.

Not only was Mu Ling showing a horrified look, but Si Huangquan, who was standing on the altar, along with members of the Zhoou family, all had bewildered, incredulous expressions.