An Jing didn’t really look down on them.
To be honest, the Tribulation Cultivators in this camp were quite strong, and coupled with the Great Formation and multiple heavy firepowers, it’s no wonder that the previous Foundation Establishment cultivators hadn’t broken through. Had it not been for himself, Steel Skeleton would also likely have been unable to break in.
But for An Jing to take them seriously was also a bit difficult—if not for an opponent of the Automatic Puppetry caliber he had encountered before, An Jing wouldn’t need to be serious to slaughter through the entire camp.
Seeing An Jing’s calm and composed demeanor, completely regarding everyone in the camp as nothing, Iron Skull’s mouth twitched. He fully understood why his superiors had insisted on capturing this kid alive.
This guy was definitely a Daoist School Level super genius! Whatever Qi Refinement, he definitely already had the strength of Foundation Establishment Level. No wonder they offered a reward of ’bringing this group of Tribulation Cultivators back to the city for household registration.’ It was obviously because the higher-ups didn’t think they could succeed; they were just planning to test out An Jing’s abilities with their lives!
As for the Feather Transformation Cultivator sniping him? Weren’t they the trio that they had been ordered to protect well? Damn it, where did those three go!
Without any hesitation, Iron Skull said hideously: "Full power, take him down!"
He turned his head towards Qu Tong, who had been silent the whole time and never made a move, and roared angrily: "Old Qu, move your damn ass, if you don’t make a move now, we’re all going to die here!"
No matter how good the benefits given by the superiors were, they couldn’t be enjoyed if one couldn’t survive!
But ’Qu Tong’ still did not make a move. He just eerily stayed silent, watching An Jing with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
"It seems you don’t want to talk, huh."
An Jing didn’t really care about the non-cooperation of these Wilderness Tribulation Cultivators. He raised his hand and slowly wiped the Life-taking Sword Blade, "It doesn’t matter."
"Killing anyone is the same."
Iron Skull’s body trembled slightly, suddenly feeling a sense of regret. He seemed to have made a terribly wrong judgment.
At the moment An Jing finished wiping his sword, an aura that sent chills down the spine burst forth, as if an Edge Blade was directly aiming at the forehead, and as if an endless blood sea was surging.
The casual young Cultivator transformed into a god of killing who had been through countless battlefields in an instant.
Before the words ’all the same’ even settled, they had already crushed the dust in the sky. An Jing’s feet trembled, and the solid rock ground of the Fortress Area shattered layer by layer, spreading cracks like a web, directly slicing towards Iron Skull who was rotating the Array Plate, harnessing the power of the Formation.
In one step he covered a hundred feet; while the sound was still in the air, not yet reacted to, Iron Skull’s expression drastically changed. The skin on his face had been split open by the sharp sword wind, drawing a line of blood, and before he could react, an icy sensation sliced across his mouth and teeth.
With one sword strike, the upper half of Iron Skull’s head, along with the soaring blood spray, splattered into the hot, dry air.
And in the midst of the blood mist, An Jing did not hesitate at all; he twisted his waist and stepped, turning to slash, the afterimage of the Life-taking Sword turned into a wave of blood, enveloping all of the Tribulation Cultivators guarding around Iron Skull.
The sound of Flesh and Blood being severed rang out as if simultaneously, and with just one spin slash, five people were directly cut in half, their split bodies soaring into the air, then falling to the ground, splashing pools of blood!
Up until now, some people still had not realized that An Jing had already charged into the camp!
"Second Brother is dead!"
"Kill him, kill him!"
"If we don’t kill him, we will all die!"
In an instant, Iron Skull lay dead; the blood mist that filled the sky was rapidly evaporated by the blazing high temperatures of the burning wilderness, along with the sanity of many Tribulation Cultivators.
The prolonged tension and the hopelessness of near-certain death had driven them all into complete madness. Amidst the clanging of metal upon metal, some drew their Sword Boxes to shoot, others drew the swords at their waists, ready to fight to the death with An Jing.
But An Jing, who had already resolved to warn everyone coveting him, didn’t even flicker in his gaze.
He sprinted with his sword, using the momentum of his recent spinning slash to once again begin rotating.
The Sword Light twirled like a top, a hurricane, transforming An Jing into a living sword blade storm, plunging directly into the Tribulation Cultivators and sending the sounds of breaking bones and shattering blades echoing throughout the Fortress Area.
In just a moment, ten men were slashed to pieces, blade and body alike, still more had their arms severed, and huge gashes opened in their chests and abdomens, blood pouring out.
Meanwhile, Steel Skeleton and Mrs. Guang had also charged into the campsite thrown into chaos by An Jing. Immediately, sounds of snapping sinews and breaking bones followed, the howling winds and screams spread in every direction.
These Tribulation Cultivators were well-armed, and if An Jing were to assault the camp alone, they would undoubtedly cause him quite a bit of trouble.
Not to mention, were it not for the firepower suppression of the mercenaries and the subsequent surprise attacks from Steel Skeleton and Mrs. Guang drawing a large amount of attention, there would have been far more than five people surrounding Iron Skull, and it would have been very difficult for An Jing to surprise attack him, at the very least he would have been suppressed by their gunfire.
But now, their only fate was death.
The Sword Light danced, but An Jing didn’t just use his sword; upon entering the crowd, some of the Tribulation Cultivators were not slain by the sword blade, but had their chests collapsed by his body, or necks snapped crooked by his other hand, stumbling a few steps before collapsing.
Some Tribulation Cultivators died from their own panicked comrades’ wildly firing bullets, one could even say, they killed nearly as many Tribulation Cultivators as An Jing did.
But just as An Jing was about to finish off all the Tribulation Cultivators, he suddenly heard heavy footsteps.
The Heavenly Mechanism Armor is essentially a complete set of both Magic Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts that enshroud a cultivator. The Armor of the Fengdu Guards is a classic example of Heavenly Mechanism Armor; it is of course heavy, charging forward like a racing chariot, with both speed and force terrifying beyond measure.
How could An Jing ignore this strongest person within the camp, as identified by his judgment? He immediately turned his head, with a Sword Box materializing in his hand. He pulled the trigger, and the Sword Light flashed.
But Qu Tong seemed to have anticipated this; his charge might have seemed heavy, but the Heavenly Mechanism Armor itself came with its own power. With a slight pivot of his foot, his entire body suddenly changed direction, continuing to bear down towards An Jing at an angle.
He drew a Spiritual Light long sword from his waist, the two in armor unleashing their full power to charge, like racing flying shuttles, scattering the shrouding dust and blood mist with a strike aimed at An Jing!
Dual Swords clashed, Qu Tong looked into An Jing’s eyes at close range. He commented with interest, "You have a Divine Skill that allows you to burst with speed temporarily. The speed at which you killed Iron Skull was simply unnatural... Heavenly Demon Dismemberment? No, that’s not it, there’s no side effect. Is it your Innate Divine Ability?"
"How fascinating, An Xuan, it is truly becoming more and more regrettable."
"Body Seizing? Do you enjoy such tricks, Feng Weiyan?"
An Jing was not foolish, the power that Qu Tong was currently exerting was enough to contend with his own, which was highly abnormal.
Even if the opponent was wearing Heavenly Mechanism Armor, it would only elevate the power to be comparable to Foundation Establishment, similar to his own ’Foundation Establishment Body Refinement’ level of cultivation. However, An Jing’s mastery over power far surpassed these Tribulation Cultivators, even with the same level of power, he should have the upper hand. So how could the opponent catch his attack?
The answer was simple—the individual wearing the Heavenly Mechanism Armor was no longer completely himself after donning the Armor. The reason he stood motionless before was that the newly established Purple Mansion True Man had descended his will into this body, intending to fight An Jing with his own body!