"Die, old man!" an independent martial practitioner suddenly bellowed, leaping up from the ground like lightning, his hand wielding a cyan long halberd that shot toward Qing Mian’s occiput with the violent force of a Jiao Long bursting from the water.
Qing Mian was busy dealing with the attacks of a group of fellow loose cultivators in front of him, and even with tremendous abilities, he couldn’t be in two places at once.
Just as the cyan long halberd was about to smash onto his head,
A large black hand indifferently grabbed the cyan long halberd in its palm.
"Who gave you the audacity to attempt to kill my subordinate right in front of me, their master?" Zhang Xiaohao coldly rebuked.
"Hmph! You lowlife, resorting to poisoning us! You all deserve to die!" said the martial artist wearing the Green Wolf mask, seething with killing intent.
"Is that so? Then you can go die now!" A glint of cold light flashed in Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes.
He suddenly exerted force with his palm, snapping the cyan long halberd in two.
Gripping the broken piece of the cyan long halberd, he slashed forward.
A huge head soared skyward, while the half-corpse of the Devil Masked Man wearing the Green Wolf mask thudded to the ground.
Tossing the broken weapon onto the ground, Zhang Xiaohao looked indifferently at the remaining group of independent martial practitioners.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao’s gaze turn towards them, the group of martial artists subconsciously took a few steps back.
"This subordinate thanks you for saving my life, Lord!" Qing Mian said, bowing his head.
"Be more careful next time. I won’t always be able to save you," Zhang Xiaohao replied indifferently.
"Yes, my Lord. Your subordinate will remember," Qing Mian said.
Zhang Xiaohao took two steps forward, looking coldly at the group of opposing martial artists in front of him.
"You’ve got some nerve, daring to kill my people!" Zhang Xiaohao said, brimming with murderous intent.
"Who exactly are you? Why did you poison us? Why are you lying in wait to kill us here? Could it be that you are with the auction event?" a martial artist wearing a lion mask asked in a low voice.
"Want to know? Come two steps closer, and I’ll tell you!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
"Hmph! Do you take me for an idiot? You think I’d just come closer because you told me to? That would be quite a loss of face," the man with the lion mask retorted coldly.
"Then you all can go die!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Heavenly Cutting Sword Technique!"
His right hand gripped the Fish Intestine Sword, and with a fierce slash forward, a ten-zhang long sword light erupted with wild momentum, blasting towards the group of independent martial practitioners.
"Damn it! Everyone together, let’s kill the two of them."
The group of loose cultivators roared in unison, trying to suppress the poison within their bodies while using their trump cards in a mad rush towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Die!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted coldly.
The furious sword light carved forward ruthlessly, shattering all of the martial artists’ attacks.
The unyielding sword light dominated as it struck the bodies of the loose cultivators.
Countless corpses were cut apart, and a rain of blood mingled with chunks of flesh showered down from the sky.
"Ahh! Run, he’s not human; he’s a demon!"
The remaining dozen or so independent martial practitioners, each completely terrified, let out a scream, and rushed into the valley quickly.
"Hmph, only now you think to leave? Have you asked me?" Zhang Xiaohao said with disdain.
"Yellow Spring Finger!"
With a flick of his index finger, he unleashed a series of domineering, dark finger forces, shooting toward those fleeing figures.
Within a minute, all the fleeing independent martial practitioners had been killed by Zhang Xiaohao.
"Go! Pick up all the treasures from their bodies." Zhang Xiaohao ordered.
"Yes, Lord." Qing Mian responded respectfully.
With that, his figure flashed, rushing toward the corpses of those dozen or so independent martial practitioners.
Zhang Xiaohao didn’t delay either, his feet tapped swiftly on the ground, moving quickly.
Both of his palms flickered, and no matter what it was, as long as it was a treasure, even weapons were not spared; they were thrown directly into the Shennong Ring.
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Qing Mian handed over a dozen items, and Zhang Xiaohao, with a sweep of his large hand, collected these elixirs, secret techniques, and other treasures into the Shennong Ring.
"They’re here, let’s go over!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
"Ah! Lord, the Murong Family’s troops are coming already?" Qing Mian exclaimed in shock.
"Hmm! It looks like they are a group of Death Guards without consciousness!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Eh? Could it be the Death Guard, one of the four great forbidden guard forces under Murong Long Chen? " Qing Mian said, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Death Guard? Are they a group made up of people without consciousness?" Zhang Xiaohao asked, frowning.
"Yes! Murong Long Chen has four great forbidden guards under him, all concealed in the darkness. Except for the core members, outsiders have no way of knowing! I’m not even clear about what the other three guards are called. However, I have had dealings with the leader of the Death Guard before, so I know a little about the inside story," Qing Mian explained.
"The people in the Death Guard, under some special secret technique, have their consciousness wiped clean, and their bodies are used in a similar way to that of zombies for cultivation! The success rate is one percent. Once a Death Guard is successfully created, their strength is at least at the Hundred Veins Realm. Their physical bodies are powerful, bulletproof and impervious to fire and water! Even martial artists of the same level are no match for them," Qing Mian explained.
"Scum! They deserve to die!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Moreover! I’ve also heard that the Death Guard fear no poisons, no matter how strong the poison in the world, it has no effect on them," Qing Mian said gravely.
"Are you saying that their combat capabilities are strong, they’re numerous, and without the support of the ’Seven Insects, Seven Powders,’ we two alone are no match for them?" Zhang Xiaohao asked in return.
"Yes." Qing Mian nodded gravely.
"If you’re scared now, you can leave!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
Hidden under the Great Sage Equalling Heaven mask, a glint of cold light flashed.
Qing Mian knelt on one knee on the ground, saying sincerely,
"Please do not doubt my loyalty, Lord! With just one command from you, even if I have to climb mountains of swords or plunge into vats of oil, I will not so much as frown!" Qing Mian said.
"Stand up! I understand what you mean, but do I, Zhang Xiaohao, seem like the kind of person who fears wolves in the front and tigers behind? Since Murong Long Chen dares to be sneaky with me, it’d be discourteous not to return the favor! If I don’t knock out one of his front teeth, how will he ever learn?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a murderous aura.
As his voice fell, the ground shook, as if thousands of horses and soldiers were on the move; the dust stirred, and a group of figures, clad in black and wearing a black cloak with devil masks, came surging toward them with an overpowering evil Qi.
A dozen breaths later.
These Devil Masked Men, forming a triangular sword array, stopped in front of Zhang Xiaohao and his companion.