Dominating Martial King
Chapter 135 - 135 132 Breaking Bamboo

135: Chapter 132: Breaking Bamboo 135: Chapter 132: Breaking Bamboo Behind Zhoou Liangchen, Zhoou Liangqiu was propping himself up with a heavy saber, gasping for air deeply.

He stared at the Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators lying all around and his expression was hard to describe.

Just three breaths ago, Zhoou Liangqiu thought they were surely dead.

Although the battle had only lasted for a mere 15 minutes.

Yet, their physical strength had nearly been depleted due to the intense combat and the high frequency of swinging their sabers.

Zhoou Liangqiu had been ready to close his eyes, but then he witnessed this scene.

The fierce Martial Cultivators controlled by the Heart Tying Gu were swept away like chaff and ants under the Sword Intent of Chu Xisheng.

The powerful Qingyun’s genius, Zhuo Baiyun, couldn’t stop Chu Xisheng’s single strike either.

That was Zhuo Baiyun, ranked 86th on the Qingyun List, known as the ‘Shadowless Sword’.

Zhoou Liangqiu saw it clearly, his Shadowless Sword had just been thrust out two inches!

“Such a fast blade!

Such a strong Sword Intent!” A Zhoou Family General beside him, staring blankly at Chu Xisheng, said, “To him, we people are just like chickens and dogs, effortlessly defeated.

But why didn’t he make a move earlier?”

If Chu Xisheng had exerted his full strength, these Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators would not be his match at all.

“What else could it be?

It must be because of the Gu Insect in his body.”

Zhoou Liangqiu looked at the black blood Chu Xisheng had spit out and said with a knowing look, “Who knows what those Gu Insects are?

Plus, the situation wasn’t clear then.

If it were me, I also wouldn’t feel confident until I forced the Gu out of my body.”

Afterward, he looked admiringly and said oddly, “But this is too strong, that was the Shadowless Sword Zhuo Baiyun!

His strike just now was at least at eighty percent of his prime, yet it only extended two inches.”

Zhoou Liangqiu felt secretly ashamed, as he had doubted Chu Xisheng’s strength just a short while ago.

This time, they couldn’t really say they had been misled.

However, the combat strength Chu Xisheng had displayed earlier indeed wasn’t as strong as their young master had described.

Only at this moment did Zhoou Liangqiu realize how superficial he had been.

He hadn’t made all his moves yet; he hadn’t been serious—

Zhoou Liangchen didn’t speak; he also rested both hands on a sword, breathing heavily, quietly recovering his strength.

However, a cold sneer was on Zhoou Liangchen’s lips.

Unlike the other Zhoou family members, he had always had unshakeable faith in Chu Xisheng’s strength.

Zhuo Baiyun?

What was Mu Ling?

Chu Xisheng’s Sword Speed was so fast that he couldn’t even draw his blade halfway!

Chu Xisheng was holding back, not going all out, there must have been a reason, and now it turned out to be true.

Brother Chu remained passive until the moment he moved, and he swept through everyone.

Chu Xisheng, with his Sixth Sense Communication, overheard the discussions of the Zhoou family members.

He didn’t care at all and was watching the sorcerer Mu Ling the whole time as he walked towards him with steps as quick as a flickering shadow.

“Thud!”

That was Ying Haobai holding the Water Splitting Needle, who lunged at him and was knocked unconscious by Chu Xisheng using the back of his blade to hit the side of his head.

White Eyebrow Tiger, ranked 96th on the Qingyun List, also could not stop Chu Xisheng’s blade.

As for the other Silver Patterned Tiger, after being blasted away by Chu Xisheng, he had suffered severe internal injuries.

Although the effects of the Heart Tying Gu made him desperately try to stand up,

he was suppressed by Chu Xisheng’s Sword Intent, kneeling on the ground unable to move, his efforts to rise failing multiple times.

This scene made Lu Zhe, the Lu Family Head, and White Eyebrow Saber Ying Feilong, who were outside the Secret Realm, twitch their lips slightly.

Luckily, it seemed that their sons’ lives were saved.

The eyes of the sorcerer Mu Ling, however, were filled with panic and dread.

The memories of being dismembered dozens of times by Chu Xisheng chilled him to the bone.

The wounds that had healed were now throbbing faintly with pain.

Therefore, with every step that Chu Xisheng took forward, Mu Ling involuntarily took a step back.

Not until Mu Ling felt burning pain at his back did he realize there was no way left to retreat.

Behind him was the Main Altar, and the black flames burning on Si Huangquan were searing Mu Ling’s back.

“Scum, you won’t get the chance!”

He wouldn’t let this scum dismember him again!

Mu Ling’s pupils dilated with rage as he bit his tongue again, spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto the two Dragon Bone Taoist Soldiers.

This caused their bodies to expand again as they burst into raging silver flames.

He still had his reliance, believing as long as the two Dragon Bone Taoist Soldiers that could rival the Qingyun’s geniuses were present, Chu Xisheng wouldn’t dare touch a hair on him—

However, Mu Ling saw a trace of Sword Intent that was hard for the naked eye to discern, flashing past in front of him.

The sword light was sharp, domineering, swift, yet elusive, drawing a lethal arc.

Both Dragon Bone Taoist Soldiers had just begun to make a defensive move when their bodies were severed into two from the central point.

When Chu Xisheng had slain the two Dragon Bone Taoist Soldiers with a strike of “Wind and Thunder,” he too was quite astonished.

He hadn’t expected these impressively formidable Daoist Soldiers to be so frail, unable to withstand even a single strike from him together.

No, it was he who had become too powerful now!

After igniting the status of “God’s Sorrow,” his combat strength was now far stronger than that of a normal ten-year-old Qin Muge.

Admittedly, this feeling of doing as one wishes and being invincible was indeed marvelous.

On the other side, Mu Ling felt nothing but suffocating desperation.

As the distance between them closed to within nine meters, Chu Xisheng’s Sword Intent had already slashed deep into his Primordial Spirit.

Mu Ling felt his soul being torn into pieces, and the unparalleled pressure left him weak in the knees, uncontrollably half-kneeling in front of Chu Xisheng like Lu Chen did.

I’m going to die!

This time, I’m definitely going to die.

How could this Chu Xisheng be so strong?

But after despair and disbelief, a surge of intense unwillingness rose in Mu Ling’s heart.

His eyes bulged out, bursting with numerous blood vessels.

“Please, master, aid me.”

His body instantly twisted and transformed, his flesh and blood burst open, leaving only his skeleton.

He resembled the earlier Dragon Bone Taoist Soldiers, though his physique was bigger and the flames on his body were black.

Mu Ling had the Bloodline Talent of the “Flame Dragon,” allowing him to make such a transformation.

Desperate with hatred, he thought, even if he were reduced to a skeleton like a Dragon Bone, he would make Chu Xisheng pay.

“Waste!”

Situ Li, watching everything carefully from above the Medicine Pond, saw all the happenings.

And his body had only just been half restored.

A hint of annoyance flitted through Situ Li’s eyes, but he still reached out and directed some of the Medicine Pool Spiritual Power into Mu Ling’s body.

He saw the situation clearly; his disciple was no waste, but merely because the opponent was too formidable.

However, under the current circumstances, delaying even for 15 minutes mattered.

As the Medicine Spirit was infused, Mu Ling’s severe physique swelled again, his Blood Flame surging furiously, reaching over three meters high.

He raised his bony hand and grabbed towards Chu Xisheng, his movements as swift as a shadow, with imposing momentum.

But in the next instant, a crisp ‘snap’ was heard as Mu Ling’s right hand flew off, severed by a slash of indiscernible black gleaming Sword Intent.

Chu Xisheng used a strike of “empty wind” to sever Mu Ling’s bony hand, then followed up with another strike of “Extreme Move: Trace of Wind.”

Mu Ling’s massive body was also instantly split into two by his stroke.

However, this time, Mu Ling could no longer recover.

The Rune Blood Refining Saber in Chu Xisheng’s hand generated strands of green thunder, shattering Mu Ling’s body inch by inch and annihilating his soul.

After Chu Xisheng sheathed his long blade, he showed no interest in glancing at Mu Ling, moving straightforwardly forward and kicking Li Manshan off the right side altar with his foot.

This Corpse Dog, having already lost a lot of vital blood, continued to be drained on the altar and was feared to lose his life immediately.

Chu Xisheng then took just a few short steps to arrive in front of Bai Xiaozhao.

He was much gentler with Bai Xiaozhao, grabbing her by the collar and yanking her down from the altar.

However, as Chu Xisheng lifted Bai Xiaozhao from the altar, the girl rapidly transformed.

Her clothing loosened and fell off, revealing a small Snow Jade White Mink.

Huh?

Chu Xisheng was taken aback upon seeing this.

He then remembered sorcerer Mu Ling had mentioned that this Bai Xiaozhao was from the demon clan and her bloodline was similar to that of the Divine Turtle Wanderer.

His lips twitched, and he then fed Bai Xiaozhao an elixir for healing wounds and tore off a piece of cloth to wrap her injuries.

Chu Xisheng planned to place her aside, but the small mink tightly coiled its tail around his arm.