Super Divine Daoist Skill
Chapter 127: Revised - 126 What a Divine Sword (2nd update, please subscribe)

Chapter 127: Revised: Chapter 126 What a Divine Sword (2nd update, please subscribe)

Liu Dong’s face changed, and he instantly kicked out with one leg, fiercely hitting the Great Village Chief’s stomach, his figure simultaneously shooting forward.

"What kind of cultivation technique is this?"

Zhao Jing, standing nearby, also changed his expression.

"Who cares what kind of cultivation technique it is, just kill!"

Though Liu Dong was equally surprised, he judged the Great Village Chief’s strength through the brief exchange, realizing it wasn’t as formidable as he had imagined. It was at most slightly superior to that of a third-class expert.

With Zhao Jing assisting on the side, combined with Daoist Wutong’s intervention, he also felt assured.

Previously, Bai Ziyue’s reminder had flashed through his mind, but seeing Daoist Wutong continuously casting magic upon the Great Village Chief, his doubts dissipated.

When striking, he held nothing back.

Body technique, speed, power, moves... all were elevated a level at that moment. With Zhao Jing and Daoist Wutong’s coordination, they surprisingly suppressed the Great Village Chief in a short time.

From a distance, Bai Ziyue’s face showed a hint of confusion.

*Was my suspicion wrong?*

*Is Daoist Wutong really not a problem?*

But he had seen firsthand that the disciple helped Ghost Head Stronghold purchase weaponry.

When attacking the stronghold before, they had enjoyed the weaponry’s assault.

"Right, within Ghost Head Stronghold, there should be the opponent’s uncle. Who is the opponent’s uncle? The Great Village Chief, or?"

Bai Ziyue quickly contemplated in his mind.

The opponent’s uncle was undoubtedly a person of Immortal Cultivation Method, yet among the many battling in Ghost Head Stronghold, none had revealed the methods of an Immortal Cultivator.

However, Bai Ziyue was certain. Daoist Wutong definitely had issues.

"Ziyue, what are you thinking?"

With an angry shout, Tong Zhan turned his saber to intercept a bandit heading towards Bai Ziyue.

"Nothing."

Bai Ziyue replied, knowing thinking too much was futile, as he sprang forward, and together with Tong Zhan swiftly ended this bandit at the External Forging Bone Level.

Thud!

A loud crash sounded as a wolf fang club fiercely smashed onto Xu Ming’s long sword, powerful force surged forth, coupled with a shock force, directly impacting Xu Ming, causing his complexion to change and his internal organs to suffer shock.

This was a bandit whose robust physique far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Holding a giant wolf fang club, his power was frighteningly strong. Most crucially, each time he swung the club downwards, a hidden force surged like a tide, mercilessly ravaging the opponent’s five viscera.

Heart-piercing Hammer Technique!

From afar, Bai Ziyue’s eyes glinted with sharpness.

He quickly recognized this hammer technique.

Compared to what the Iron Maiden utilized, this bandit had thick qi and blood, an actual martial artist mastering Inner Cultivation of the Five Viscera, thus naturally stronger and more fearsome in force, with even greater might unleashed.

Thud!

Another wolf fang club fell. Even though Xu Ming resisted it directly with his war saber, he couldn’t withstand the violent force inside him, spurting out a mouthful of reverse blood in an instant.

"Die!"

The robust bandit glared fiercely, an impressive aura emanating, as the third hammer immediately fell.

"Not good!"

Xu Ming desperately tried to gather his breath to retreat, but when the force circulated to his heart and lungs, the tearing pain of his damaged organs immediately scattered his qi and blood, weakening his force by half. Even if he wanted to retreat, it was too late.

*In the midst of despair, he suddenly saw a flash of saber light, like a bolt of lightning, darting directly from afar.*

The robust bandit, alert, quickly dodged, noticing that the long sword, like an arrow, deeply pierced a wall, creating a hole that he could see through from his position, the sword deeply embedded in a wooden stake on the other side of the dirt wall.

Turning sharply, he saw a figure rushing towards him with empty hands.

"Daring to court death!"

The robust bandit sneered, swinging the wolf fang club down.

"Humph!"

Bai Ziyue’s face remained unchanged, yet his hands seemed jade-like in fairness, a kind of shimmering light flashing above them.

Celestial Entwining Hand!

A pair of hands glided like moonlit blooms, reaching the peak speed, landing on the wolf fang club.

Bai Ziyue was well aware that the Heart-piercing Hammer Technique was a rare martial art, especially with its mystical heart-piercing transmission technique. Naturally, he had studied it during his leisure.

*Although he hadn’t mastered this hammer technique... he hadn’t begun training in it at all, he did gain some understanding of the force transmission within, and became relatively adept with its moves.*

Moreover, while the wolf fang club was terrifyingly potent, it wasn’t a sharp weapon...

Thus, Bai Ziyue dared to depend on both hands to receive the attack.

Horrifying force surged in, yet under Bai Ziyue’s hands, it was completely neutralized. The heart-piercing power that could break through internal organs was further weakened layer by layer, leaving barely a single layer.

Bai Ziyue snorted softly, his expression unchanged, his figure instead advancing closer.

A flawless white hand bypassed the wolf fang club and gently struck the sturdy mountain bandit’s chest.

Boom!

The power surged and erupted fiercely at this moment.

Crunch!

The stout mountain bandit’s chest collapsed suddenly, the surging force piercing through his well-trained, flexible skin and flesh, blasting it into minced meat.

And at this moment, his body shot backward.

The Celestial Entwining Hand was not just a grappling martial arts technique but a terrifying palm technique.

All the preceding efforts of transmitting power were for this final blow.

With the perfect level of the Celestial Entwining Hand, Bai Ziyue had reached the pinnacle of using this martial art, even surpassing his master Liu Dong. Even though his strength was still slightly inferior, the natural and fluid power transmission enabled the same force to erupt with even greater might.

Thud!

The heavy wolf fang club suddenly dropped, thudding on the ground, and the stout mountain bandit spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Celestial Entwining Hand!"

Xu Ming’s eyes brightened with a flash of astonishment.

He recognized Bai Ziyue’s technique as the signature skill of Liu Dong, the Inner Sect Leader.

However, the move that Bai Ziyue had just performed seemed excessively powerful to him.

If he remembered correctly, Bai Ziyue was only at the External Forging Level, whereas this mountain bandit was at the Inner Cultivation Level, even stronger than himself.

Yet such strength was easily sent flying by Bai Ziyue.

*Could it be that Bai Ziyue’s strength had now surpassed his own?*

Xu Ming felt a strange mix of emotions.

Bai Ziyue’s growth speed far exceeded his expectations.

Of course, while thoughts raced in his mind, his actions remained unsatisfied. As the bandit was sent flying, he quickly adjusted his steps and, at the moment the bandit fell, stabbed fiercely with a knife.

Blood spurted out. The bandit groaned, his body trembling slightly before completely losing all movement.

"Uncle Ming, are you all right?"

Bai Ziyue looked at Xu Ming, noticing the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth.

"I’m fine. It doesn’t affect my actions."

Shaking his head, Xu Ming replied.

Nodding, Bai Ziyue didn’t press further. Injuries to the heart and lungs might slightly affect strength, but should not impede movement significantly.

He then turned his gaze.

Immediately, he discovered that corpses littered the ground. Except for the ongoing battles of those above the Inner Power Realm in the distance, there were very few sporadic fights, with only occasional sounds of battle coming from deep within the mountain stronghold.

In the battles of the Inner Power Realm, the situation gradually became clear.

No less than five Peak External Forging Martial Artists jointly besieged the Village Chief of Qingfeng Stronghold. Even though he had just reached the Inner Power Realm, his breath was still unstable, and he was already at a severe disadvantage, with countless knife and sword wounds, teetering on the brink of collapse.

On another side, Yang Zhengling was already stronger than the Third Village Chief of Ghost Head Stronghold. With the additional help of the Yang Family Guardian at the peak of Inner Cultivation, he quickly pierced through the neck of the Vajra God Wu Yong, killing him.

Yet on the other two fronts, the battles were in a stalemate.

Liu Zhiping, the Divine Sword, was obviously not the opponent of Clothes-staining Hand Li Yue and Young General Su Hee. However, with his exquisite body technique and flexible swordsmanship, he managed to dodge fatal blows by a hair’s breadth, thus not sustaining critical injuries.

But anyone could see that with time, his defeat and death were inevitable.

And then the opportunity arrived.

After Yang Zhengling slayed the Third Village Chief Wu Yong, he showed no hesitation and immediately thrust his spear toward Liu Zhiping, at breathtaking speed.

"Opportunity!"

At this moment, the eyes of Clothes-staining Hand Li Yue lit up. With both hands working feverishly, it seemed as if countless hands streaked through the air, swiftly reaching for Divine Sword Liu Zhiping.

Beside him, Su Hee didn’t waste any words. His long spear spun silently, thrusting out stealthily.

The intense sense of danger triggered extreme alarm in Liu Zhiping’s heart, and finally, he could no longer endure it, letting out a resounding howl, "Senior Brother!"

This call of "Senior Brother" seemed to be a signal. At this instant, he suddenly released his grip on the long sword.

However, that long sword did not drop as others expected. Instead, with a slight pause, it began to tremble intensely.

A powerful spiritual wave, far exceeding that of ordinary martial artists, emerged from Liu Zhiping’s body.

Whoosh!

The long sword abruptly changed course, tracing an inexplicable trajectory, and swept toward the exquisite hands of Clothes-staining Hand Li Yue.

"Spirit Sword! Are you an Immortal Master?"

Before Li Yue could utter a word, Yang Zhengling, who was charging forward, exclaimed in utter astonishment.

He had dealt with the opponent for quite some time, yet had not realized that the other was actually someone practicing the Immortal Cultivation Method.

"What a Divine Sword indeed, proving that there’s only a mistaken name and never an undeserved reputation."

Li Yue exclaimed as his body abruptly halted. Then, retracting his steps, his figure flickered, retreating even faster than when he had approached.