Spiritual And Martial Conqueror Chapter 177

Chapter 177 - Killing with one move

"I don't know. With Elder Han leading the way, the Flying Spirit Sect is probably in trouble. They have to be exterminated. Who told them to offend the Luo Sha Sect?"

On the way, many people stopped to watch and size up the scene. They lowered their heads and started to discuss among themselves. Some of them even boldly followed behind the people from the Raksha Sect.

"Hurry up, don't be lazy. We won't have any pills for the next month." Within the Zephyr Guild, the collapsed main hall had already been completely demolished. Hundreds of disciples were busy building the main hall. Zhou Yuhan was on the side, yelling non-stop.

"All disciples of the Zephyr Guild return!" A voice penetrated the s.p.a.ce. It was not loud, but it entered the ears of everyone present.

As soon as his words fell, a figure landed in front of him. A chill spread across his body. It was none other than the Poison Soul Poison Marshal, Dong Wuming.

"Grand Elder, what happened?" Zheng Ying, Zhou Yuliang, and Hu Nansheng immediately walked up to the Poison Marshal, Dong Wuming, and asked.

"It should be the people from Raksha. Let's go take a look outside." A monstrous coldness flashed through his eyes, causing Zhou Yurou and the others around him to be unable to resist the urge to shiver.

"Let's go, all disciples follow me to take a look outside." Hu Nan Sheng shouted. With the Great Elder here, he was no longer afraid of the Raksha Gate.

"Rakshasi Clan still dares to come, we'll show them what we have to show them this time." The group of disciples also put down what they were doing, took out their weapons, and majestically left the mountain gate.

Outside the mountain gate, the Poison Soul Marshal, Dong Wuming, signaled for everyone to stop their steps as he stared ahead indifferently.

At this moment, the surroundings were completely silent. Just as they were about to ask where the people from the Raksha Gate were, a loud sound came from afar.

"Clang clang …"

The thundering sound of a cavalry army could be heard. A moment later, more than a hundred figures appeared in front of the people from the Zephyr Guild, raising a cloud of dust.

"Stop..."

Moments later, these hundreds of figures were only five hundred meters away from the Flying Spirit Sect. The white-haired old man waved his hand and the hundred horses suddenly stopped. A huge wave of wind rushed towards the people of the Flying Spirit Sect.

"Humph!" Poison Marshal Dong Wuming snorted coldly. With a flick of his black robe, a huge spatial wave appeared out of thin air. The two wind waves clashed with each other and instantly dissipated into nothingness.

Seeing the Poison Soul Marshal's move, the several Elders in the Luosha Sect were all shocked.

"Zephyr Guild! How dare you! You dare to kill an elder of my Raksha Sect?! Today, I will destroy your Zephyr Guild!" The white-haired old man let out a cold snort. His gaze swept across the group of Flying Spirit Sect disciples before landing on the body of the Poison Marshal. He frowned slightly. He could not see through the aura of this old man.

"It's Han Changsheng. He actually came." Zhou Yurou's expression changed slightly. The few elders of the Zephyr Guild naturally knew Han Changsheng. It was said that he was about to break through to the martial general realm.

At this time, other than Han Changsheng, there were four other Elders from Raksha Sect. Zhou Yurou and the rest were extremely shocked, those hundred disciples were also not ordinary, and the people who had come were the elites of Raksha Sect.

"A mere Martial Spirit. I did not go and destroy your Raksha Sect. Yet, you still dare to come to my Flying Spirit Sect." With this kind of strength, how could he take notice of it? Currently, his injuries had already healed by less than half after taking a Rank 6 pill last time, so it was more than enough to deal with a few Martial Spirit Cultivators.

"You're not from the Zephyr Guild, right? Who are you? If you have nothing to do with the Zephyr Guild, why don't you leave on your own?" The white-haired elder from the Luosha Sect, Han Changsheng, stared at the Poison Marshal, Dong Wuming, with a frown on his face. He was also somewhat concerned.

"You all are not qualified to know who I am. Yet, I have actually come here. All of you, go and die." A faint chill spread out from the body of the Poison Marshal, Dong Wuming. He then turned around and said to Zhou Yuhan and the others, "Leave these five Martial Spirits to me. No one else is allowed to leave this place alive."

As the sound of his voice faded, the Poison Soul Marshal, Dong Wuming, instantly released a burst of black light from his body. The temperature in the entire s.p.a.ce dropped abruptly, as if it had fallen into a cave of ice.

"Don't worry, Grand Elder. None of you will be able to escape." The other five Martial Spirits were dealt with by the Great Elder alone. The remaining ninety or so people only had the cultivation of thirty Martial Masters, and the highest one was only at the fifth level. The five of them, together with the people from the Flying Spirit Sect, would not be able to escape even if they wanted to encircle and annihilate them.

"It's a Spiritual Master." Sensing the aura on the Poison Marshal's body, Han Changsheng's expression immediately changed.

"If you want to come and die, then go and die." His body rushed forward explosively, and the s.p.a.ce in front of him distorted. As the cold air curled around him, a black streak of light penetrated through s.p.a.ce, and as his words fell, it directly arrived at Han Changsheng's side.

"Such powerful strength! It's a Spirit King! No, it's a powerful Spirit Marshal! Everyone run!" Now that the aura around the Soul Poison Marshal had completely expanded, Han Changsheng was finally able to see the opponent's strength. In an instant, his expression changed to shock, and an enormous pressure enveloped the area. He didn't even have the courage to attack, and his face immediately became deathly pale.

"Run, it's too late." With a push of his hand, the s.p.a.ce immediately trembled intensely. A black glow that carried a pungent smell shot out in all directions. That dense area covered a radius of over a thousand meters.

As the black light tore through the air and sensed the powerful aura, the Raksha Sect members felt the true energy in their bodies become sluggish. A disciple with only the strength of a Martial Disciple directly fell off the horse and spat out black foam as the poisonous gas entered his body.

"Find a way to escape." Han Changsheng shouted loudly, his face already deathly pale. He had never thought that the other party was actually a superb expert who was at the level of Spirit Marshal. If he had known this earlier, how would he have dared to provoke him?

Han Changsheng's hand quickly formed a seal, and a violent burst of earth attribute true energy surged out, instantly condensing into an enormous fist print over a hundred meters long and explosively shooting towards the Soul Poison Marshal. As it did so, it shook the s.p.a.ce and caused a sound like m.u.f.fled thunder, echoing through the air.

"How can the light of the firefly compete with the light of Haoyue? A mere Martial Spirit, even if you're at the ninth level of the Martial Spirit, in my eyes, you're nothing more than an ant." The Poison Marshal gave a cold snort and his body floated in the air. A sharp killing intent enveloped the entire place and the black light in his hand gathered. Immediately, it agglomerated into a black fist print that was fifty meters in size.

"Bang bang!"

The two fist imprints made contact with each other, and Han Changsheng's fist imprints were instantly destroyed into pieces of earthen yellow powder. In the end, they were corroded into smoke by the sky of black light, and at the same time, the fist imprint which the Soul Poison Marshal had condensed, suddenly shrunk to the size of a normal fist.

The fist imprint pierced through s.p.a.ce, causing it to directly collapse and heavily strike against Han Changsheng's chest.

"Bam!"

It was so fast that he simply could not react. A huge force poured down and his body was instantly sent flying, and an enormous amount of power poured down, directly smashing into his internal organs. There was also a terrifying amount of energy, which directly struck toward his soul.

The most frightening thing was that this attack contained a poison that was currently corroding his entire body.

"Puchi …"

In just an instant, a mouthful of black blood mixed with shattered organs was spat out from Han Changsheng's mouth. Even his internal organs had turned jet black, and his eyes had turned white.

"Kill them! Leave none alive!"

As the Poison Marshal made his move, Hu Nan Sheng let out a loud shout. True energy flashed under his feet as he charged forward like lightning.

Behind Hu Nanzheng, Zhou Yuliang, Chen Xinjie, and the rest of the disciples also rushed forward. The disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect were no longer the same as before. No one was afraid as they charged forward with their lives on the line.

"Bang bang bang …"

In an instant, a chaotic battle broke out, and sounds of energy explosions filled the air.

"Run! Run! There's a Spirit Commander powerhouse in the Flying Spirit Sect!" The remaining four Elders of the Rakshasi Sect were incomparably pale with fright. In front of a Spirit Commander powerhouse, they had no power to resist. Elder Han Changsheng was killed in one move, so they couldn't even defend against half a move.

"It's too late to run." The poison marshal, Dong Tianleng, said coldly. He stood in the air and released his killing intent. A strange handprint was instantly formed in his hand. Suddenly, a black light wreaked havoc in the air, and a pungent smell filled the air.

Within the black glow, four black tentacle-like forces shot through the air and instantly shot towards the four Rakshasi Sect's Martial Soul Elders.

As for the four Martial Spirits, one was a fifth level, one was a fourth level, and two were third level. Their strengths were not weak, and they quickly fled, but as they were enveloped by the black light, their bodies seemed to be completely bound, unable to escape the s.p.a.ce of the black light.

"Swoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Swish!"

The four to four black qi tore open the s.p.a.ce, bringing along an astonishing cold qi as they arrived with a loud bang, aiming straight at the backs of the four people.