Chapter 113: Blood Blade Sect

From casting the Soul Stilling Talisman to the decapitating swing of the flying sword, Li Meng’s actions were as smooth and effortless as flowing clouds and water. He killed without batting an eye.

Three Foundation Establishment cultivators had died under his ambush instantly, offering not even a whimper of resistance.

At the nearby table, the five grotesque martial artists froze, their faces draining of color. Exchanging a frantic glance, they suddenly erupted into motion, overturning their heavy wooden table and sprinting toward the exit.

A surge of heavy, nauseating demonic power burst from their bodies.

“This is… demonic power?”

Zhang Shan and Li Kui paled. Though confused by the sudden slaughter, one fact was undeniable: the five figures rushing for the door were monsters.

Clang!

Demon-Slaying Blades flashed from their sheaths. The three hunters attacked simultaneously, slashing at the fleeing figures.

“Get lost, trash!”

The largest demon roared, unleashing a wave of air interwoven with concussive sound waves.

The hunters felt a foul stench slam into their faces, their heads ringing as if struck by a heavy iron hammer. The sonic blast knocked them backward, stumbling against the wind.

Though the attack only delayed the hunters for a moment, it was enough time for the demons to reach the perimeter. They were about to smash through the tavern wall and escape.

Suddenly, a streak of golden spiritual light flashed past the reeling hunters.

It was a ten-foot-long Golden Geng Spirit Sword.

Moving like a nimble, intelligent snake, the golden sword instantly closed the distance. It pierced the first demon, the violent sword Qi tearing the creature’s body apart in a spray of limb fragments and shattered flesh.

Then the second, third, fourth, and fifth.

The final demon possessed the highest cultivation—Peak Qi Condensation. In desperation, it tore a white bone artifact from its waist and slapped it toward the oncoming Golden Geng Spirit Sword.

Boom!

The spirit sword collided with the white bone, erupting in a blaze of golden light.

But in the next instant, a strange phenomenon occurred. Time seemed to reverse. The erupting spiritual light was sucked into the white bone, dragging the Golden Geng Spirit Sword with it until nothing remained but a dull, lifeless talisman paper fluttering to the floor.

“Huh! Interesting!”

Li Meng watched the scene with sharp eyes. Forming a hand seal, his entire person vanished into thin air.

An instant later, he reappeared directly behind the demon.

Li Meng slapped his palm down, striking the creature squarely on the crown of its head.

Crack.

The demon’s skull caved in. Its robust body was sent flying by the force of the slap, crashing through several tables and chairs before rolling to a stop, lifeless.

As it died, the corpse twisted and warped, revealing its true form—a giant rat.

Merely a Peak Qi Condensation entity. Before a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it was just an ant.

Li Meng reached out and caught the falling white bone artifact.

“So strong… is this the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator?”

A flicker of shock passed through the eyes of Yao Ning and her companions. Those were five Rat Demons at the late Qi Condensation stage, yet they had been cut down as easily as breaking dry twigs and rotten wood.

“Fellow Daoist, impressive skill!”

At that moment, a gentle voice floated down from the second floor.

Another disciple of the Qingxu Sect appeared on the stairs. He descended unhurriedly, a faint, polite smile hanging on his face.

Li Meng glanced up at him.

Peak Late Foundation Establishment?

Li Meng calmly stowed the white bone away, his expression unchanged. He turned to Yao Ning and the others.

“Leave this place!”

Yao Ning froze. “Senior, take care!”

The aura emanating from the man on the stairs was terrifyingly potent. This was a battle between Foundation Establishment cultivators; mere mortals and Qi Condensation juniors had no place here.

“Zhang Shan, Li Kui, let’s go!”

The three hunters rushed out the main door, disappearing into the curtain of rain and leaving the tavern to the howling cold wind. The waiter had long since fled.

Li Meng chuckled softly, stroking his white beard.

“Fellow Daoist, let’s fight in the sky!”

A flash of surprise passed through the Qingxu Sect cultivator’s eyes. Where did this mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator get such confidence?

He was at the Peak of Late Foundation Establishment, only a single step away from forming his Golden Core. Killing an old waste like this shouldn’t require moving locations.

“No need for such trouble. You can die right here!”

A fierce glint flashed in the cultivator’s eyes. He flicked his sleeve.

A blood-colored long saber flew out from his storage bag, landing firmly in his grip. He slashed casually, sending a rainbow of blood-colored saber aura surging toward Li Meng.

The speed was blinding, closing the distance instantly.

Li Meng’s reaction was swift. He formed a hand seal, and a great golden light erupted from his back, enveloping him in a protective bell-shaped barrier.

Boom!

The blood-colored saber aura slammed into the golden light shield. A burst of two-colored spiritual light illuminated the tavern as the saber aura dissipated with a roar, dimming the golden shield slightly.

“Talismans? You do have some skill!”

The disciple narrowed his eyes, a trace of greed flickering in his gaze. The quality of the talismans was high. This old man clearly carried significant treasure, or he wouldn’t be so brazen.

Excellent. He loved hunting “righteous” cultivators who carried their life savings on their backs.

Li Meng glanced at the weapon. “Blood Shadow Saber? So, Fellow Daoist is an Inner Disciple of the Yue Country’s demonic path sect, the ‘Blood Saber Sect’!”

The gentle smile vanished from the Blood Saber Sect cultivator’s face, replaced by a ferocious grin.

“Since you know my identity, then go die!”

His figure flickered, and he rode the wind, streaking through the air toward Li Meng.

Cultivators of the Blood Saber Sect primarily practiced Body Tempering Arts. Engaging them in close quarters was a foolish move.

“Fellow Daoist, to the sky!”

Li Meng rode the wind, flying backward through the tavern doors and soaring rapidly and steadily up a thousand meters into the high sky.

The Blood Cultivator pursued him closely, the two figures shooting into the clouds one after another.

“Die!”

The Blood Saber Sect cultivator formed hand seals. The Blood Shadow Saber in his hand shot forward, glowing with ominous light.

The blade split into two, then four.

“Blood Blade Mirage Art!”

Over a dozen Blood Spirit Blades surged toward Li Meng, closing in within the blink of an eye.

One after another, the blades hammered against Li Meng’s golden light shield. High in the night sky, gold and red lights clashed violently.

The golden shield rippled wildly under the barrage. As the fifth blade struck, the defensive barrier could hold no longer.

Shatter.

The golden light shield broke apart into motes of light.

“Haha, die!”

The Blood Saber Sect cultivator flew forward, catching his returning blade. Blood-colored spiritual light erupted from his body as he raised the weapon high above his head.

A massive, ten-zhang Blood Spirit Blade manifested in the night sky, slashing down with crushing force.

Li Meng calmly formed a hand seal.

A talisman pasted on the inner lining of his yellow robe flared to life. A fresh golden light shield instantly enveloped him.

Just as the shield formed, the giant blood blade crashed down.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed through the heavens as the two energies collided, sending a shockwave of violent Spiritual Power sweeping in all directions.