The figure that was split apart by the latter was a low-grade Substitute Talisman, purely to attract attention.
He quickly grabbed the spoils, activated a Fireball, and threw it onto the corpse, checking the spoils afterward.
Apart from the Wind-Thunder Fruit, he unexpectedly found something familiar.
Small Blood Fusion Pill!
Not just one bottle, but actually eight bottles!
Shen Wang couldn’t help but rejoice. Could it be that this Yun Haifeng was preparing for childbirth, having prepared so many Small Blood Fusion Pills!
At the same time, he also discovered a box with a sealing talisman affixed to it.
Just as he was about to see what it was, a fierce wind attacked from behind.
Shen Wang sneered, not looking back, and stepped out.
The air beneath his feet fluctuated, and Shen Wang shifted like instant teleportation to several feet away.
The spot where he originally stood was split by a streak of red flame saber light, causing the small mountain to tremble, rocks to shatter, and vegetation to turn to ash.
The ground cracked, the aftermath clearing everything within a ten-foot radius, leaving a deep chasm over one foot deep.
The destructive power was caused by a Yanyue Blade burning with red flames, one foot long, with a yellow handle and a red blade, inscribed with dragon patterns.
On the other end, held in the hands of a menacing figure with bulging copper-bell eyes and a fierce expression, his whole body rolling with red flames.
Having missed, the person’s eyes grew even fiercer. He glanced at the corpse that was almost burnt to charcoal and sneered, "Seeking death, even dares to kill a direct lineage of the Yun Family!"
Before the person finished speaking, Shen Wang threw out several Fireball Talismans, while the White Crane Sword flew out, stabbing from the skies.
Fireballs exploded around him, and the flying sword fell from the skull, producing a "ding" sound, and was bounced back.
Within the firelight, Shen Wang also drew his blade, the third style, Body Separation!
The Black Death Blade slashed diagonally, with a "dang" sound, stopped by the opponent’s retracting Red Dragon Crescent Blade.
Upon collision, a great force surged, carrying the power of flames, akin to a volcanic eruption.
The purple Vigorous Qi on Shen Wang’s body spiraled out, amplifying his strength, while the blue water light on the Black Death Blade rippled, dispelling the scorching flame power, retreating three feet away.
His arm numbed slightly, he frowned, staring across, "Is this the Body Refining Cultivator? Such fierce and domineering strength."
Glancing at the White Crane Sword that was bounced away, Shen Wang’s gaze was grave.
This was the first time someone could handle his multiple attacks; the previous couple had been slain by his blade.
The wind rose between the mountains, sweeping away the flames and dust from the Fireball Talisman collisions, revealing the opponent’s tall figure.
This person was clad in red armor, wearing a helmet, with flame patterns releasing light, covering the whole body, resembling a fully armed soldier on a mundane battlefield.
Shen Wang knew that his sneak-attacking flying sword was blocked by the opponent’s helmet, and the rank of the entire armor was not low, with strong defense.
He sneered and said, "You are quite wealthy, fully covered in armor, like a turtle."
If this person didn’t have this set of armor-like Protective Magical Artifact, the first wave of Fireball Talismans would have forced a defensive stance, leaving no room to block his blade.
"Kid, who would have thought you weren’t a stray dog passing by but a fierce tiger."
Xie Xianlong stared at Shen Wang warily, without launching an attack, as he had already realized Shen Wang’s troublesome nature.
"Stray dog your ass, I was just passing by. I see you are the dog, biting every passerby."
Shen Wang cursed outright. He had only come to ask Zheng Yunshu for help and had no intention of getting involved in such matters. Who knew these people wouldn’t even let him look and directly wanted to act.
Xie Xianlong’s gaze from under the helmet turned icy: "This time it was my fault. Since you have such skills, I won’t make it difficult for you. Leave."
He had to take a step back, as his target was Zheng Yunshu. This person’s strength was indeed somewhat formidable, and continuing to fight risked gaining nothing at all.
"Too late, I’ve already killed two, I don’t mind killing a third!"
Shen Wang sneered, unwilling to leave directly. Both the person he just killed and this one had backgrounds.
It would be best to obliterate all evidence, giving no chance, or else more trouble would follow.
"Come on, let’s see if you have the ability!"
Xie Xianlong also had a fiery temper. Hearing this, a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes, laughing in anger, "Without skill, you’d better die here."
The Spiritual Essence within him erupted, briefly like a volcano, as he stepped forward, cracking the ground with rolling heatwaves.
"Let you witness the Purgatory Dragon-slaying Blade from my Hundred Refining Sect!"
In arrogance, he lifted the Red Dragon Crescent Blade in a vertical slash, red flames illuminating the surroundings in a crimson hue.
The Yanyue Blade, one foot long, released flames, roaring like a fire dragon with a long tail charging towards Shen Wang, opening wide as if to split the entire mountain.
Shen Wang moved with the Black Death Blade, utilizing Water Attribute Spiritual Essence. In an instant, the blade’s body was turbulent like a river held in his hand.
The incoming heatwave was immediately dissipated by the Water Attribute Power, with Vigorous Qi circling Shen Wang’s arm and the blade emitting a crisp sound.
Fifth style, Evil River Inversion!
Shen Wang backhanded the slash, releasing a torrential river from his body that cleaved upwards onto the descending red Yanyue Blade.
The blue-black water flow, containing Evil Qi, swallowed the savagely violent fire dragon, forcibly extinguishing the flames.
Water overcoming fire, with just one clash, most of the power of the Purgatory Dragon Slayer was broken.
Nine strands of purple Vigorous Qi poured into the Black Death Blade from Shen Wang’s hand, producing a "dang" sound as the Red Dragon Crescent Blade was lifted high by Shen Wang’s strike.
Xie Xianlong staggered back three steps, his arm trembling, with shock in his eyes.
An extra inch is an extra strength.