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Chapter 418: One Man Fights a Host of Heroes! [15 more updates]

Chapter 418: Chapter 418: One Man Fights a Host of Heroes! [15 more updates]

"Ah!"

Everyone at the scene covered their ears and closed their eyes, clearly in pain.

"One dominating, the other peculiar, complementing each other?"

Xiao Zheng sneered coldly, he had also noticed, the three ghosts from Xiangxi had divided into two groups, but the main threat was still the elder brother holding the Soul-hooking Axe, the ways of the second and third were just to make Xiao Zheng deaf and blind.

If they really succeeded, the elder brother would strike with thunder, using the head-cover of the Soul-hooking Axe to harvest Xiao Zheng’s head.

"Dream on!"

Xiao Zheng sneered disdainfully, his chin resting on Mo Anna’s shoulder, gently said, "Babe, close your eyes and cover your ears!"

Mo Anna sobbed while following his instructions.

Only then did Xiao Zheng relax, watching the three ghosts from Xiangxi with a mocking look, disdainfully said, "Merely three little ghosts daring to covet the Evil God? Seeking death!"

Then, Xiao Zheng moved.

Like a general charging on his horse, he darted close to the trio, exerted strength in his stride, soared into the air, and thrust out three knives downward.

"Puff puff puff!"

The dull sound of blades piercing flesh rang out, and in an instant, the Yin Yang Bell fell to the ground, the Soul Summoning Banner crashed into the dust, and the Soul-hooking Axe clanged as it flew away.

Xiao Zheng flipped back into the air and sat back behind Mo Anna, standing his sword gallantly, appearing invincible.

Behind him, the three ghosts from Xiangxi glared with lifeless eyes, unwillingly fell backward, life and death unknown.

The entire field fell so silent it was horrifying.

The experts from both families were stunned. Why?

Because the three ghosts from Xiangxi were a team. Although their individual strengths were not the strongest, once the three joined forces, they were invincible against the experts present.

However, Xiao Zheng had disrupted everything so effortlessly.

Xie Guoqiang was furious, gritting his teeth, he demanded, "What are you all dazed for? Attack, kill him."

"Right, chop this wretched fellow into mincemeat!" Mo Yan Country also eyed him malevolently, sycophantically chiming in, daring to covet Laozi’s daughter, not even considering his own insignificant strength?

"Kill him!"

Xie Anfeng was beyond furious, screaming hysterically, his eyes bloodshot.

This wretched boy made Anna leave me. Only his death can quench the hatred in my heart.

"Yes!"

All the experts roared together, not hesitating any longer, each raising their weapons—swords, spears, axes, and hooks—thrusting chaotically at Xiao Zheng.

"Die!"

"Charge!"

Xiao Zheng looked at them with utter contempt, rode his horse into the fray, and raised his tangdao fearlessly against the onslaught of blades, slashing and chopping relentlessly.

The roar of the white horse, mingled with the experts’ screams of terror, was like a battlefield from ancient times, filled with the clashing of armor and weapons.

"Yuliulu!"

"Swish swish swish..."

Xiao Zheng, as if entering no man’s land, rode furiously, his tangdao soaked in fresh blood, continuously swinging and falling.

His mechanical movements continued, accompanied by countless gusts of bloody wind, the ground solidified with a dark red layer of congealed blood, the stench spreading.

Finally.

Xiao Zheng restrained his horse and came to a stop, around him, there was not a single expert standing, all were on the ground, screaming in agony, like a hell on earth.

He looked at the crowd below him, pointed his tangdao forward, and roared, "Who else?"

"Amitabha!"

Amid the shocking scene, the sound of a wooden fish being struck approached, as a fat monk clad in a golden kasaya calmly walked up to Xiao Zheng’s white horse, clasped his hands together, and gave a Buddhist greeting, calmly said, "Benefactor, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot, do not recklessly slaughter, adding to your sins!"

"Hahaha..."

Xiao Zheng shook his head and laughed coldly, "Master, you should be serving Buddha in the temple, why come here?"

"Master Yan Can!"

Xie Anfeng ran over joyously to the fat monk’s side, pointing at Xiao Zheng’s figure, angrily said, "This man recklessly slaughters, please master, take action to subdue and suppress him."

This guy is like Zhu Bajie making a countercharge, utterly shameless.

Xiao Zheng’s liver ached as he looked at Master Yan Can, radiant with a flush of red, and said in a faint voice, "Master, you and I have no grudges. Wouldn’t you stain yourself with karma by capturing me?"

"Amitabha, benefactor, as the abbot of Bitter Bamboo Temple, I am bound by certain ties of incense with the Xie Family. Please, in the name of Buddha’s mercy and the salvation of all beings, repent and depart from this path," Master Yan Can said expressionlessly, twisting the beads in one hand as he stared at Xiao Zheng.

"Hahaha... If I don’t enter Hell, who will?"

Xiao Zheng looked at the complacent, plump monk, and scoffed, "Master, if you wish to take up the cause for the Xie Family, just say so outright. Why hide behind Buddha?"

"Sinner!"

Master Yan Can finally broke his temperance, his expression rigid as he said, "If you remain obstinate, I will wield the Vajra Pestle and exorcise demons for Buddha!"

Suddenly, his figure unleashed an immense pressure, making the people around him gasp for air, their faces turning pale.

"Is that so?"

Xiao Zheng, unafraid and resolute, squinted his eyes and said lightly, "Since you are a monk who succumbs to the powerful, then I am compelled to offend you."

"Charge!"

The white horse, striding as if flying, carried the pair, akin to "martial partners," towards Master Yan Can, with murderous fervor.

"Clang!"

The short blade and the Vajra Pestle struck each other, sparking a trail of fire, causing the people to scatter in avoidance, cautious not to be collateral damage.

"Open!" Master Yan Can’s face flushed, as he pulled out the Vajra Pestle again and slammed it down, murmuring sutras, his chant ethereal.

"Let’s go!"

"Ssslah!"

Xiao Zheng coldly laughed, his blade lifting diagonally, deftly grazing past the Vajra Pestle. Using the rebound, he thrust towards Master Yan Can.

"Thump!"

Master Yan Can’s expression grew solemn, as he pointed two fingers attempting to neutralize the impending force of the short blade, but to little effect.

"Whoosh!"

The continuation of the blade’s momentum sliced through his kasaya, tearing the fabric and revealing the monk’s robe beneath.

"Hm?"

Master Yan Can’s heart skipped a beat, regretting his oversight, not anticipating the young man to possess such skill, his cultivation far surpassing his own.

Xiao Zheng shook his head mockingly, passing by him on horseback, his voice carrying from afar.

"Vajra Finger is nothing more than this!"

"Master!"

Seeing the horse and its riders gradually fading into the distance, Xie Anfeng frantically grabbed Master Yan Can’s sleeve and bellowed, "Stop him! We can’t let him take Anna away, she’s my wife!"

"No matter!"

Master Yan Can snapped back to reality, his old eyes narrowing as he flung his beads like swift arrows toward Xiao Zheng’s back.

"Swoosh!"

"Trivial skills!"

Xiao Zheng, feeling the sharp chill of the wind on his back, didn’t even turn around. Instead, he flung his short blade backward, sending it straight towards the beads.

"Bang!"

A deafening noise spread, and dust flew everywhere.

After the dust cleared, the crowd looked on to see a shocking sight.

The short blade was firmly stuck in the ground, and around it, under the blade, the beads lay unwillingly sprawled.

"Hm?"

Master Yan Can inhaled sharply, his heart alarmed. The young man named Xiao Zheng had achieved the unity of blade and self—could he be a Grandmaster?

"Pfft!"

The white horse, carrying the pair, vanished from sight, leaving Xie Anfeng overwhelmed with rage, feeling dizzy as blood rushed to his throat and he spouted a mouthful of fresh blood, then collapsed.

"Son!"

Xie Guoqiang and Li Wan, heartbroken, held onto Xie Anfeng, clenching their teeth and cursing bitterly.

"Xiao Zheng, my Xie Family will never coexist with you!"