Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 147 - 145: That’s Pretty Much It for the Spiritual Platform Realm!

Chapter 147: Chapter 145: That’s Pretty Much It for the Spiritual Platform Realm!

Seeing Zhang San directly slay the hall master’s most beloved disciple on the spot, many from the Book and Sword Hall were furious to the point of rage.

A Martial Artist from the Spiritual Platform Realm vanished in a flash, disappearing from the spot.

By the time his figure reappeared, he was already not far from Zhang San.

Fang Cunzai, upon seeing the other party blatantly disregard the rules and attack Zhang San with the capabilities of the Spiritual Platform Realm, was about to act.

But Fang Cunzai noticed Zhang San making a ’stop’ gesture with his hands towards him.

Clearly, Zhang San wanted to try his hand against the opponent from the Spiritual Platform Realm.

However, the Cultivator from the Spiritual Platform Realm of the Book and Sword Hall hadn’t even gotten close to Zhang San when he was stopped by an invisible electric net in the surrounding air.

Amidst crackling sounds, the Cultivator from the Spiritual Platform Realm was electrocuted to the point of nearly emitting steam.

At this moment, Zhang San raised his hand, and dozens of Wind Blades burst forth, as dense as a torrential rain, lunging at his opponent with no space through which to escape.

The opponent swiftly dodged to the side, landing on a thick root protruding from the ground, barely avoiding the onslaught of Wind Blades.

Zhang San keenly judged that the opponent possessed a Martial Style similar to the Eight Steps Xun Flash, allowing for swift movement, and the opponent’s speed was something his attacks could not keep up with.

Unless he could create a large-area attack that could strike the opponent without any blind spots.

Thinking this, Zhang San snapped his fingers, and sharp wooden spikes grew from the towering tree at his feet, thickening and enlarging. These spikes, coiled by vines, were shot towards the opponent like javelins.

In an instant, countless wooden spikes shot towards the opponent with cracking thunder.

And as a Cultivator of the Spiritual Platform Realm, the opponent could easily dodge these wooden spike attacks.

Even during the dodging process, he sported a disdainful smile.

"You couldn’t catch me with your Wind Blades, what makes you think these wooden spikes can?"

Before his words faded, the opponent’s figure suddenly appeared mid-air, rapidly slashing down with more than a dozen Wind Blades towards Zhang San.

Innumerable vines immediately shielded the area in front of Zhang San.

Boom, boom, boom—

Amidst a series of loud booms, the entire towering tree Zhang San stood on was reduced to ashes.

Countless trees and vines turned into powder, like a cloud of sawdust swirling before the gates of the Pure Stream Sword Sect.

Amidst the sawdust cloud, before the Spiritual Platform Realm swordsman who wondered how his dozen or so Wind Blades could possess such a great might could react, a spark fell into the midst of the smoke.

Boom!

An explosion more powerful than before erupted.

Within moments, a colossal crater was blown out right in front of the mountain gate of the Pure Stream Sword Sect.

The Martial Artist from the Spiritual Platform Realm, who was just in the midst of the sawdust smoke, protected himself with his Qi but was still wounded in several non-vital areas due to the sheer force of the explosion.

At this point, he hastily retreated under the main gate of the Pure Stream Sword Sect, his eyes filled with vigilance.

The others from the Pure Stream Sword Sect and the Book and Sword Hall were frightened by the explosion, with some weaker and nosier individuals being blown several somersaults and ending up prone on the ground.

As the smoke from the explosion cleared, everyone could see the disheveled figure of the Spiritual Platform Realm expert from the Book and Sword Hall at one edge of the crater.

On the opposite side, Zhang San of the True Core Realm remained unscathed.

"I have to admit, you’re a young man with many tricks up your sleeve. But it’s a pity, you’re facing me from the Spiritual Platform Realm. Even though I’m currently only at the Qi Filling the Majestic Sea stage, I’m not someone a True Core Realm like you should underestimate!"

The Cultivator from the Spiritual Platform Realm bellowed, his figure flashing again.

With a single leap, he arrived above the crater.

Zhang San, however, didn’t even spare the opponent a glance, merely looking up at the sky.

Many followed Zhang San’s gaze upwards, only to see countless wooden spikes, that had been swept into the sky by Wind Techniques, plummeting down like a torrential downpour.

The Martial Artist from the Spiritual Platform Realm, in the midst of his escape, swiftly gathered Qi above his head to form a shield to block the descending wooden spikes.

Zhang San looked at his opponent and shook his head with a wry smile.

"I’ve crossed hands with many whose realms are higher than mine, and you’re the least clever. Everyone else relies on the quality of their Qi to deal with me. Only you, still with the habits of an assassin, opt for the least consumption in exchange for the greatest burst," he said.

"Just like now, did you really only think my attack was going to come from above?"

"With such a huge pit, didn’t you notice what was inside it?"

Upon hearing this, those who were fending off the wooden spikes falling from the sky, as well as the spectators watching from a distance, only then took notice that the pit was filled with dirt.

And within all this dirt, vines were growing and curling around the falling wooden spikes, hurling them towards the cultivator of the Spiritual Platform Realm suspended in mid-air.

If the spikes hit, they would embed themselves deeply and forcefully into the opponent’s body.

If they missed, the spikes would fall to another part of the deep pit and be picked up by nearby vines for another throw at him.

At this moment, the cultivator of the Spiritual Platform Realm above the pit was nothing but a moving target, continuously struck from all directions.

But precisely because the attacks were so dense around him, he was unable to completely dodge them.

Splurch!

In an instant, a wooden spike pierced through the back of his waist.

And the moment the spike pierced him, it immediately began to absorb his blood and Qi, sprouting vines that wrapped around his entire body, weighing him down so much that he had no choice but to plummet into the pit.

In the end, what should have been a crushing defeat for a True Core Realm cultivator by a Spiritual Platform Realm cultivator had turned into the perfect suppression of a close-quarters swordsman by a Technique Stream practitioner.

"Kid, I’ll admit you’re somewhat skilled, but with the vitality of my Spiritual Platform Realm, these vines tangling me here and letting some blood won’t be enough to kill me! The gap between our realms is not something your petty tricks can overcome!"

At this point, both the Pure Stream Sword Sect and the Book and Sword Hall factions felt that the cultivator from the Spiritual Platform Realm had already lost.

But their defiance was their last vestige of stubbornness.

As long as our Spiritual Platform Realm member isn’t dead, it can only be considered a draw.

Zhang San sneered coldly, pulling out a hammer from the Gluttonous Bag and raising it high while beginning to draw on the Earth Fire around him and his own Fire Movement Might.

The next moment, countless flames swirled around the hammer, igniting everything within the pit—vines and wooden spikes alike—as fuel against the other.

Boom, boom, boom...

Zhang San unleashed the Eighteen Hammers in succession, exhausting all of his Qi.

The Spiritual Platform Realm cultivator, who was previously talking tough, was directly shattered by the flames bestowed from heaven and earth.

Zhang San wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasping heavily, and looked at the shocked faces of the Pure Stream Sword Sect and the resentful eyes of the Book and Sword Hall members, beyond the scattered embers on the ground.

"So much for the Spiritual Platform Realm!"

Zhang San confirmed that, with his current offensive power, as long as he utilized it properly, he indeed had the chance to kill a first-stage cultivator of the Spiritual Platform Realm.

He was very satisfied with the result.

But the people from the Book and Sword Hall were furiously enraged.

They could not let go of the fact that a high-level Spiritual Platform Realm expert had just died before their eyes.

In an instant, two black-clothed swordsmen crossed through the scattered fire, charging towards Zhang San.

Zhang San sat in place and waved his hand backward.

Fang Cunzai immediately took action.

With a horizontal slash, he blocked the two Spiritual Platform Realm cultivators.

Though he was fighting two against one, for Fang Cunzai with his strength, it was a matter of ease to handle the two swordsmen from the Book and Sword Hall. He even found the opportunity to hook the flames on the ground to gravely injure one of the Spiritual Platform Realm cultivators.

At that moment, witnessing Zhang San kill a first-stage Spiritual Platform Realm cultivator with his mid-stage True Core Realm power, Fang Cunzai also felt his blood boiling, a state commonly referred to as being fired up.

As one Spiritual Platform Realm cultivator fell, he haughtily roared, "The Pure Stream Sword Sect is finished! If the Spiritual Platform Realm is this weak, I bet you don’t even have anyone in the Purple Mansion Realm anymore!"

At that point, many from the Pure Stream Sword Sect hung their heads.

Because the only one in the Purple Mansion Realm was the previous Sect Master, Kong Wenzai.

And indeed, Kong Wenzai was no more.

But just then, from the depths of the Pure Stream Sword Sect, a woman’s vehement shout rang out.

"Who says the Pure Stream Sword Sect doesn’t have anyone in the Purple Mansion Realm!?"