"Heavenly Cutting Sword Technique!"
"Emperor Dominating Heaven Fist!"
"Soul Storm!" Zhang Xiaohao bellowed, unloading his full firepower in an instant.
Three ferocious attacks swept forward, carrying immense power as they hurtled towards the hemorrhoid-afflicted elder opposite them.
"Hmph, with just these tricks, you think you can kill me? You’re dreaming!" the elder sneered contemptuously.
With a clench of his hands, a powerful surge of Soul Power erupted from within him.
It formed a shield that securely protected him.
"A late-stage Earth-rank Xuan Master?" Zhang Xiaohao was taken aback.
A late-stage Earth-rank Xuan Master, on par with the might of the Cycle Palace Realm Great Powers, was not someone a martial artist could face one-on-one, unless they were a freak of nature or possessed powerful trump cards.
Otherwise, victory was very, very hard to achieve!
"You brat, you only realize it now? But it’s too late!" the elder sneered again.
With another clench of his hands, the Soul Storm condensed into a colossal sword, ruthlessly slashing towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Hmph! Even if you are a late-stage Earth-rank Xuan Master, so what? Die!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
With a domineering press of his hands, his powerful attack slashed towards the elder.
The assaults struck the protective shield, which didn’t budge an inch!
On the contrary, the elder’s Soul-transformed giant sword struck Zhang Xiaohao with dominance, and even with the protection of his Netherworld Demon Body, he was sent flying.
He heavily crashed into the grand hall, a sweet taste in his mouth as a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his lips.
"Eh! How are you not dead yet?" the elder asked in surprise.
His gaze flickered then settled on Zhang Xiaohao.
Looking at the black luster that enveloped him, the elder furrowed his brows, seemingly deep in thought.
"Is this the Netherworld Demon Body? The town-shaking divine skill of the Yellow Wind Sect?" the elder’s eyes lit up as he spoke.
"Old thing, you know quite a lot, don’t you?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
With a tap of his palm, he stood up from the ground.
"Speak! What’s your relationship with the Yellow Wind Sect?" the elder demanded harshly.
"Want to know? Go ask King Yan below!" Zhang Xiaohao said, seething with killing intent.
he pushed off the ground with one foot and charged at the elder.
Learning from his previous lesson, Zhang Xiaohao didn’t use any other martial skills this time.
"Heavenly Cutting Sword Technique!"
He slashed vigorously with the Fish Intestine Sword, channeling rampant True Qi into it.
The Fish Intestine Sword vibrated, and with the endless infusion of Shennong’s True Qi, it emitted a resounding sword cry.
A thirty-foot-long golden sword light burst forth, carrying the power of destruction as it hurtled towards the elder.
"A Divine Weapon? So short, must be the Fish Intestine Sword! It seems, boy, you’ve come across quite the fortune. Once I’ve killed you, everything you own will belong to me!" the elder exclaimed excitedly.
Forming a hand seal with both hands, he gave a fierce shout.
The Soul Power transformed into a razor-sharp arrow, furiously bombarding towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Break for me!" Zhang Xiaohao roared.
His Fish Intestine Sword fiercely struck out.
The sky full of Soul-shattering arrows was instantly shattered by the Divine Artifact, the Fish Intestine Sword.
At the same time, Zhang Xiaohao’s attack was also neutralized.
"Eh! You actually managed to block it; good lad, you’re more and more surprising me! But it all ends here!" the elder said, brimming with a murderous aura.
With a tap of his foot, he shot forward like an arrow, charging directly at Zhang Xiaohao.
"A Thousand Gold Weighing Down!" the hemorrhoid-afflicted elder bellowed.
Raising both hands, the terrifying Soul Power consolidated into a Mount Tai, bearing down on Zhang Xiaohao with crushing force.
"Heavenly Cutting Sword Technique!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
He swung the Fish Intestine Sword dominantly, slashing towards the soul mountain suppressing him from above.
The Fish Intestine Sword struck the soul mountain, creating a clear, ringing sound as if it had hit steel.
In the face of this immense force, Zhang Xiaohao was sent flying once again.
"Die!" Seeing this scene, the hemorrhoid-afflicted elder’s eyes brightened.
With a push from one foot, he charged forward rapidly.
Reaching out his right hand, he gathered the terrifying Soul Power into a longsword in his claw and slashed at Zhang Xiaohao’s neck.
"Lion Roar!" Zhang Xiaohao roared.
Under the empowering surge of Shennong True Qi, a fearsome wave of energy burst forth from his mouth, consolidating into a straight line and blasting towards the hemorrhoid-afflicted elder barreling at him.
The figure of the hemorrhoid-afflicted elder paused for a fraction of a second under this fearsome energy wave, as he was about to regain motion.
But at that moment, a fierce light flashed in Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes.
"Xingtian Battle Axe!"
Grabbing with both hands, he wielded the Xingtian Battle Axe and slashed forward fiercely.
A blood-red aura flared, breaking through the elder’s protective shield, and the blood-red light sliced into his body.
It split the old man in two from head to toe.
After dealing with the hemorrhoid-afflicted elder, Zhang Xiaohao staggered, nearly toppling to the ground.
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Flipping his palm, he retrieved a Divine Stone from the Shennong Ring and swallowed it directly.
Channeling the Netherworld Demon Body, he refined the Divine Stone within his body.
Zhang Xiaohao’s expended True Qi had fully recovered.
Moreover, even the residual effects from using the Xingtian Battle Axe had been completely restored with the help of the Divine Stone.
"Whew!" He let out a long breath of turbid air.
Just as Zhang Xiaohao was about to head to the secret chamber, his eyes brightened, and with a grab of his right hand, he took the storage bag from the waist of the hemorrhoid-afflicted elder.
Without the time to check the contents, he tossed the storage bag into his pocket.
After completing these tasks, he summoned the Shennong Pill Fire and burned the elder’s corpse to ashes.
Xuan Masters were not like ordinary martial artists; they were full of strange abilities, especially the powerful ones.
It was said in the legends that with advanced cultivation, as long as a sliver of the True Spirit remained, one could resurrect indefinitely; this was documented in the Three Pure Daoist Skills.
Zhang Xiaohao did not fancy being targeted by a Xuan Master comparable to a Great Power of the Cycle Palace Realm. Even if he was not afraid for himself, the people close to him would suffer.
A few seconds later, Zhang Xiaohao withdrew the Shennong Pill Fire and stepped forward.
"Break for me!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted.
He emphatically slashed the Fish Intestine Sword against the wall in front of him.
He blew a huge hole in the wall, revealing the scene inside.
Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already inside the secret chamber.
"I’m late, and you’ve suffered," Zhang Xiaohao said.
Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen were each chained to iron beds, their complexions pale, unconscious.