Without a doubt, he was jealous.
Without further hesitation, he dashed forward.
"How dare you!" shouted the elder in the team, the only Innate Martial Artist, leaping forward.
The Qi Cultivator inside the sedan also reacted, hurriedly reaching for his storage pouch.
An Innate Martial Artist can fight a Qi Cultivator.
The elder’s momentum was like a rainbow as he punched out, targeting Ten Thousand Sceneries.
Ten Thousand Sceneries flicked his wrist.
The Bone Bell hanging on him rang.
Instantly, the elder wobbled as if drunk.
The others dropped directly to the ground, unconscious.
Then, Ten Thousand Sceneries patted his waist.
A Bone Sword shot out.
Piercing into the sedan.
The cultivator hadn’t even recovered from the dizziness before his forehead was pierced by the Flying Bone Sword.
Meanwhile, Ten Thousand Sceneries didn’t stop, slapping the top of the Innate Martial Artist elder’s head.
The elder’s body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ten Thousand Sceneries let out a satisfying sound, feeling unprecedentedly good.
A red glint flashed in his eyes, and strands of killing intent surged.
He then leaped forward, quickly reaching the sedan, confirmed the cultivator’s death, and took the storage pouch from his waist to check.
Spirit Stones? Spirit Pills?
Ten Thousand Sceneries was ecstatic.
Small Knife, however, disdained them; only thirteen Spirit Stones, and the Spirit Pills were the lowest First Realm Lower Grade.
Even worse than those produced in the factory on Water Blue Star Mini World.
"Look at his waist!" Small Knife reminded.
Ten Thousand Sceneries paused and quickly checked.
"He’s dead, the Talisman self-immolated, probably someone will be here soon," Small Knife reminded.
This made Ten Thousand Sceneries’ face change.
He quickly began to set up an array.
After arranging it, he placed the cultivator’s corpse in the center and used blood to draw runes.
This used a cultivator with a Spirit Root as the core, a Demon Dao method, sufficient for rapid formation of a talisman, but not enough for a magical artifact.
Hesitating slightly, he gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes.
Turning, he rushed directly toward the village.
No more holding back.
Since he had been exposed.
He leaped into the village.
A loud shout rang out.
A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the wrist with the Bone Bell.
The clear bell sounded.
The effect was at least twice as strong as before, and the range now covered the entire village.
All who heard it in the village rolled their eyes and dropped to the ground before they could react.
"Not good, a Demon Cultivator."
The shout came, incredibly, from an Innate Martial Artist.
Ten Thousand Sceneries leapt toward the sound.
Quickly, he found it.
An Innate Martial Artist.
The explosive bell sound had only spared those farther away from unconsciousness.
Even so, he couldn’t even stand steadily.
Understood as the Flying Bone Sword pierced through.
They quickly all died under the Flying Sword.
It wasn’t just the three Innates; others closer to the Bell had passed out too.
Yet because of this, they survived.
In a corner of the village, an inconspicuous thatched house, just far enough from the Bell.
Inside was the village chief, the only cultivator of the village, at Qi Cultivation Perfection, but long without opportunity to break through; the old man reacted quickly.
Enduring the dizziness.
A streak of talisman light shot into the sky, losing its luster in a blink.
Ten Thousand Sceneries lacked experience, realizing too late.
The Flying Bone Sword turned, heading for the inconspicuous thatched house.
A pattern emerged around the unassuming house, forming a Light Shield.
Ten Thousand Sceneries’ face changed, once again fully activating the Flying Bone Sword.
Despite successive attacks, he couldn’t shatter it.
The old village chief breathed a sigh of relief; fortunately, it wasn’t Foundation Establishment.
"Boy, don’t you know?" he sneered, "Even if you’re Foundation Establishment, you won’t break my Defensive Array in a short time. I’ve already sent a Help Talisman; reinforcements will arrive soon." The old man laughed coldly.
By now, the bell sound had vanished, and Ten Thousand Sceneries, controlling the Flying Sword, couldn’t control two magical artifacts simultaneously.
He carefully observed outside.
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Must be a trial demon, actually possessing two magical artifacts.
His eyes flickered with varied emotions, experienced, knowing much, already guessing the other’s situation.
Hearing the voice, Ten Thousand Sceneries’ expression changed, worried about reinforcements.
He attacked relentlessly.
The old man in the house showed a changing expression, his heart struggling; a Four Spirit Roots Three Cultivator, he thought his life set, but now change appeared; stealing the demon’s trial might grant at least a chance at Foundation Establishment.
And with the whole village demon-washed, he’d be alone, unable to explain...
At this time, Ten Thousand Sceneries was anxious, persistently assaulting the thatched house’s Light Shield with the Flying Bone Sword.
After several strikes, he intended to give up but noticed the shield dimmed slightly.
Joyfully, he unhesitatingly spat a mouthful of Essence Blood.
Falling on the Flying Bone Sword, it instantly gained a layer of blood light, its power dramatically increased.
Now possessing an Early Stage of Foundation Establishment strike.
The speed also noticeably faster, bombarding the thatched house’s protective Light Shield again.
"Break for me," shouted Ten Thousand Sceneries, his face pale.
His state poor; righteous paths dare not randomly consume Essence Blood, but he was Demon Dao.
He only needed one Innate and ten fresh mortal corpses for a Blood Sacrifice to recover a drop of his Essence Blood.
He didn’t realize the dimmed luster resulted from the old man inside removing one of the three Spirit Stones powering the array, weakening its effect.
Seeing the Flying Sword change, he rejoiced but quickly replaced the removed Spirit Stone.