Chapter 145: Under the Sword of Exorcism

The awe - inspiring momentum of Old Man Su gradually subsided, and he returned to the appearance of an ordinary old man. He turned to look at Lin Xing and said nostalgically, "I never expected that my two disciples would have such remarkable understanding one after another! Kid, thank you very much!"

Lin Xing still hadn't fully recovered.

Was this the so - called protagonist's charisma? Just a few words could make a teammate have an instant epiphany? Damn it, this was too unbelievable! And the old man's momentum just now was probably even stronger than his own. Even if he used all his means, his winning rate was estimated to be only forty or fifty percent.

How on earth did this old man level up? It was too exaggerated!

As if seeing Lin Xing's thoughts, Su Zhe smiled irritably and said, "Kid! I've been stuck at this bottleneck for so many years. Do you understand the concept of long - term accumulation leading to a sudden outburst? What kind of expression is that on your face? Can't I have an epiphany?"

"No, no, no, no! Senior, you misunderstood. I was just thinking about what that sword intent of yours was just now ——" Lin Xing greeted with a smile. Damn it, the insights of a great senior had to be well - digested.

Su Zhe said, both amused and annoyed, "Kid, aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew? You want to learn everything."

"Just like Han Xin commanding troops, the more the better."

Su Lingfeng suddenly interjected and asked, "Who is Han Xin?"

"Actually, it's a very ancient story. Back then, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty..." Old Man Su stroked his beard, looking like a celestial being.

"Old man, you haven't answered my question yet!"

"Don't be in a hurry. There's plenty of time. This time, with my epiphany, I can live another, six, seven, eight... one hundred and eighty years!"

"..."

The three of them were chatting here, while on the other side, the situation had taken a new turn.

Under the proposal of the Ghost King and the secret arrangement of Lin Xing, the four major sects of the Demonic Sect finally followed the same path as in the original work: they launched a counter - attack up the mountain again.

The Ghost King indeed had far - reaching vision, daring to think what others dared not. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect, who had just heaved a sigh of relief, never expected that the Demonic Sect would launch a counter - attack so soon after leaving. Some were treating their wounds, and some were taking a rest. The people of the Demonic Sect effortlessly attacked the Yuqing Square again.

"Kill!"

"Die, you Daoist bastards!"

"Avenge my third brother!"

The Qingyun Sect was suddenly attacked and was in a retreating situation. The troops of the Demonic Sect advanced all the way. It seemed that they were about to reach the Yuqing Hall soon.

Yu Yangzi took the lead. The Yin - Yang Mirror flipped and changed. All the attacks from the left and right were either strangely bounced back or deflected. With several elders beside him, the people of the Changsheng Hall quickly rushed to a hundred meters in front of the Yuqing Hall!

"Old man Daoxuan! Hand over the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword, and I'll spare your life!"

Surges of spiritual energy surged forward. Yu Yangzi struck out with a palm and killed another disciple of the Qingyun Sect! A feat that the Holy Sect had never achieved in a thousand years was about to be realized in his hands. Yu Yangzi was in high spirits, and his moves were even more powerful. An ordinary master at the Upper Pure Realm was no match for him in a single encounter!

As long as he had a reputation comparable to that of the Black - Hearted Old Man, it wouldn't be long before the strength lost by the Changsheng Hall was replenished. Then, he could unify the Holy Sect and rejuvenate it!

Yu Yangzi's heart was burning with passion!

A true man should live like this!

Another disciple of the Qingyun Sect was sent flying. Just as Yu Yangzi was about to step forward, a sense of warning arose in his heart!

It was a very familiar and sharp sword qi!

Looking up, what Yu Yangzi saw was a sky full of sword qi!

It was the Zhu Xian Sword Formation!!!

A sharp, fast - flying, and highly concentrated sword qi had already reached a zhang above his head before Yu Yangzi could react!

"Damn it!!!"

Yu Yangzi frantically circulated his spiritual energy. The Yin - Yang Mirror flipped, changing between black and white. But that sword qi from the Zhu Xian Sword was simply too fast! Too powerful! There was no time to resist!

He forcefully shifted his body half a fraction to the left to avoid the vital part. The sword qi of the Zhu Xian Sword fell resolutely, bringing up a large spray of blood!

One of Yu Yangzi's arms was cut off!

Yu Yangzi's heart suddenly turned cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

He had lost an arm!

He had lost an arm!!!

If he was still in charge, even if the Changsheng Hall had lost most of its combat power, it could still hold on. But with an arm missing, as the sect leader, the future of the Changsheng Hall was probably —— Yu Yangzi didn't dare to think further. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he roared, "Retreat!"

The power of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation terrified him!

There was no time to feel regret, pain, or fear. He had to preserve the viable forces!

The frightened Yu Yangzi and the Demonic Sect members who were in the heat of the battle didn't notice that Yu Yangzi's severed arm, except for a little spilled blood, was gone!

It was as if it had disappeared out of thin air!

"Probably it was crushed to pieces by the sword qi of the Zhu Xian Sword," some people thought.

Only a few people with extremely high cultivation levels seemed to feel a slight tremor in space. Then they sneered faintly, thinking they had been seeing things.

The battle continued. The Ghost King had calculated everything, but he didn't expect that Daoxuan could still use the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword! Logically, he shouldn't have been able to hold on for so long, right?

The people of the Demonic Sect fought and retreated. Daoxuan stood in the air, holding the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword in his hand, like an invincible celestial being!

One small sword blade after another mercilessly claimed one fresh life after another.

Standing on the high mountain, a trace of sadness suddenly flashed across Su Zhe's face. Looking at the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Just then, Lin Xing suddenly let out a surprised "Eh" and looked down at a certain place. Su Zhe and Su Lingfeng turned their heads and looked down along his line of sight. A thin disciple of the Qingyun Sect, holding a fire - poker, was shuttle in the crowd.

"He's just an ordinary disciple," Old Man Su said dismissively.

Lin Xing didn't answer.

Zhang Xiaofan still ran out. Would Daoxuan cut him down with a single sword?

Somehow, Lin Xing found that his art of physiognomy could hardly see Zhang Xiaofan's future anymore. The "Chaotic Demon Physiognomy" in the original work seemed to be gone as well. As if something had intervened and changed it.

Could it be that I influenced him? Lin Xing thought for a while and felt that this was the only explanation.

Down below, Xiaofan was running fast, running at top speed. The expression on his face kept changing. Those from the righteous path and the Demonic Sect, whoever blocked his way, were all sent flying!

Many people looked at this boy in surprise and thought: Is he crazy? He's attacking both sides?

Zhang Xiaofan ignored the astonished looks of the people and just kept charging forward!

The Demonic Sect was not a good thing, and the righteous path was no better!

He had wholeheartedly regarded him as his master, but he turned out to be the murderer who killed all the villagers in Caomiao Village!

The hypocritical righteous path!

Under the earnest teachings of Yu Ting, Zhang Xiaofan's personality was very different from that in the original work. At this moment, he finally had a deeper understanding of the righteous and the demonic.

"The righteous path and the Demonic Sect are just two brawling scoundrels!" The words his master had said flashed through Zhang Xiaofan's mind. Zhang Xiaofan thought for a long time, and suddenly an excited arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had figured something out!

"I don't understand the profound issues of the righteous and the demonic! I just want to cook, to be a great chef! From now on, I'll stay away from the battles between the righteous and the demonic and focus on my cooking skills!"

Zhang Xiaofan found himself so clever!

He quickened his pace and walked quickly down the mountain.

I want to be a great chef... a great chef...

But he didn't notice at all that Daoxuan in the high sky raised the Zhu Xian Sword towards him. On his aged face, a look of solemnity and determination flashed across.

"Don't!" "Xiaofan!" "..."

Everyone cried out in horror, but it was too late!

The cold wind blew, and the leaves fluttered down. The world seemed to dim in this instant.

Lin Xing stood on the high mountaintop, staring at Daoxuan's Zhu Xian Sword and Zhang Xiaofan. Before a person's death, their fate was almost unchangeable. The art of physiognomy should be able to see it.

But Zhang Xiaofan's future was still completely blank!

Could it be ——?

Himself, Su Zhe, and something else. In a trance, there was a delicate thread connecting these together.

Lin Xing furrowed his brows.

What was going on?