Various magic and magical artifacts bombarded the sword net, but besides causing a series of roars, they had no effect!
"It actually...blocked it!!" Zhou Tong was panic-stricken.
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Xu Ping’s eyes grew colder, his figure once again moved like a specter, sword light falling like rain, quickly descending, like a meteor crossing the night sky, with an unstoppable momentum, charging straight forward.
A miserable scream, the skinny man who had just activated a defensive talisman was cut by the sword light, the protective shield shattered instantly, blood spraying wildly, his body torn apart by the sword light, turning into a mist of blood that dissipated in the air.
"Quickly... run!" The cultivators nearby were panic-stricken, scattering in all directions.
They were just a makeshift gang, and seeing Xu Ping’s great display of power as he continued to kill several of them, their psychological defenses finally collapsed.
However, Xu Ping’s sword light followed like a shadow, the sword momentum continually shrinking, as if mercilessly harvesting their lives.
Cries of misery were incessant.
"Spare... spare me!" A young cultivator hastily raised his hands, his face full of fear.
The sword light flashed by, the sword momentum like a rainbow, instantly cutting down the young cultivator, blood splattering, dyeing the surrounding ground red.
"It’s just you now!" Xu Ping, holding the Qinghe sword, coldly confronted Zhou Tong.
"Wait... we can talk..."
Zhou Tong retreated quickly, his face covered in cold sweat.
He never imagined that someone merely at the fourth layer of Qi Cultivation could possess such strong combat power and remarkable swordsmanship.
Xu Ping sneered coldly and attacked again with his sword, the sword light like a rainbow.
"Are you really going for broke?"
Zhou Tong roared, tearing apart a First Rank Upper Grade ’Vajra Talisman’, enveloping himself in a thick golden light, swift retreating while activating a mid-grade magical artifact to attack Xu Ping.
Two mid-grade magical artifacts, one on the left and one on the right, formed a pincer attack, blocking all his escape routes.
Xu Ping’s sword light turned, he moved with the sword, easily knocking away the two mid-grade magical artifacts with two strokes.
He then quickly approached Zhou Tong.
The sword light was like thunder, slashing on the Vajra shield one strike after another.
The Vajra shield flickered intermittently, exploding into countless light points scattering around.
In Zhou Tong’s terrified gaze, Xu Ping struck another sword blow at his chest.
"Ah!" His scream pierced the sky, blood splattered, staining the surrounding ground red.
However, Xu Ping did not kill him with one blow, but spared his life.
"Spare... spare me." Zhou Tong, spitting blood, pleaded weakly.
"How did you track me?" Xu Ping’s expression was cold and indifferent.
Zhou Tong covered his wound and answered with difficulty: "It was Liang Jian, who sold you the herbs, he placed a One-Day Incense on your clothes, this fragrance is almost colorless and odorless, only special Gu worms can smell it, and it lasts for a day without dissipating..."
Xu Ping nodded, suddenly dashed forward like lightning, and with a slash of his sword, he cut off Zhou Tong’s head.
Zhou Tong fell immediately, blood spurting, his head plopping on the side.
For such enemies who wanted his life, Xu Ping had no intention of being merciful.
He had already collected all the spoils of war.
Xu Ping sensed the gazes cast from various directions, sneered, and quickly left the scene, leaving behind a field of corpses.
It wasn’t long before a few figures sneaked over from the forest in the distance, and seeing the ground full of corpses, they were all extremely shocked: "Are these... Xiongba Gang’s people? They’re all dead!"
"Even the gang leader Zhou Tong is dead? This person was at Late-Stage Qi Cultivation!"
"Who exactly is that person?"
"His strength is probably approaching that of the leaders of the four major forces!"
Soon, the figures retreated one after another, and all the remaining forces in the market knew that a mysterious powerhouse not to be provoked had emerged in the market.
When Liang Jian heard the news, his face instantly changed.
He never expected that the entire Xiongba Gang, including the leader Zhou Tong, would be dead!
"Hit an iron plate!" Liang Jian’s heart sank.
The reason why he cooperated with Xiongba Gang was completely due to the low earnings from his spirit stone jobs.
Yes, he was just a worker, the owner of the wooden house was someone else.
To survive better, he often took advantage of his position, spotting fat sheep, and then notifying the Xiongba Gang.
They had cooperated many times, but unexpectedly this time they stumbled into disaster.
"Damn, it was actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing!" Liang Jian felt indignant, silently cursing.
Why hide your cultivation? If you had shown it honestly, who would dare rob you for those few spirit stones?
"Perhaps that person doesn’t know I cooperated with Xiongba Gang." A hint of luck rose in his heart, but it quickly died down.
The possibility was too low.
"I absolutely can’t sit and wait for death!"
"Offending one person means certain death, offending two is the same, so why not take the loot and run, after all, the spirit stones here are enough for me to live on for a long time." Liang Jian’s mind flashed a hint of madness.
Survivors of the previous catastrophe did not lack ruthlessness.
And he clearly knew the personality of the wooden house’s owner, who would definitely not offend that mysterious powerhouse for him.
So it was better to flee with the loot.
Having made up his mind, Liang Jian changed his attire and quietly slipped out of the valley.
Liang Jian hastily passed through a forest, his heart uneasy, afraid of being pursued.
He quickly navigated through the forest, silently hoping to escape smoothly.
But at the moment he quickened his pace, a faint rustling reached his ears, as if someone was approaching secretly.
"Could it be that person catching up?" Liang Jian panicked, suddenly turning back, but saw nothing.
"Am I just imagining things?" He muttered to himself, trying to calm down.
"Are you looking for me?"
Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind, like it came from the depths of the Nine Nether, with a piercing coldness.
Liang Jian was shocked in his heart, turned around sharply, and saw a tall, rough-looking man with a ferocious face, holding a magical sword, looking at him coldly.
"How... how are you here?" Liang Jian stuttered, his face pale, fear surging like a tide in his heart.
"Why is it that you are allowed to send people to track me, but I’m not allowed to track you?" Xu Ping smirked coldly.
"Spare me... my heart was clouded with pig fat!!" Liang Jian knelt on the ground with a thud, continuously kowtowing for mercy, "I know the whereabouts of the Foundation Establishment Pill, as long as you don’t kill me, I will take you to find it."
"Foundation Establishment Pill?" Xu Pin’s face flashed with surprise.
That’s a prized possession!
Foundation Establishment is difficult.
Besides the simple requirement of reaching Perfection in Qi Cultivation before the age of sixty, there are three major hurdles.
The first hurdle is the blood and qi! During Foundation Establishment, a cultivator’s physique must be strong, qi and blood abundant, and free of hidden injuries.
The second hurdle is the mana, which must be sufficiently strong and abundant, as even a slight deficiency makes it difficult to meet the requirements of mana condensation.
The last hurdle is that Divine Sense must be born!