The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 51 Eliminating the Scourge
"Eighty-nine……"

"Seventy-one..."

"sixty……"

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"Quickly land on the ground! The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light! There's nowhere to hide in the air, and we can't use our strength!" With a shout of alarm and anger, a strong wind howled, and everyone quickly swooped down.

"Ten...! Ten more! Have they landed yet?" Feng Ling sighed softly. It was almost over, but now, it's going to be a hassle again!
"Hmph! You think the ground is safe?" Feng Ling's eyes were cold, and after a cold laugh, he quickly landed.

People may be able to hide themselves in front of others by using obstacles, but don't forget what Feng Ling's original profession is.

Assassination!

If he didn't want to expose his identity, Feng Ling could have easily killed these evil spirit masters in front of everyone.

"Swish swish~!" A dense thicket of bushes came into view, and hundreds of phantom figures plunged into it, making a swish sound in the forest and stirring up countless fluttering leaves.

"Troublesome. Looks like I'll have to disguise myself first before I can kill them!" Feng Ling frowned as he looked at the several hidden hiding places, and then miraculously changed his face.

The remaining ten evil spirit masters were extremely cunning; they all hid in the central area where the disciples were most concentrated, completely concealed from view.

It's simply impossible to get close to them without them noticing.

With a loud "Boom!", the entire thicket was blasted to pieces. Countless disciples screamed as they were thrown out of their hands, instinctively flinging their magical weapons around. Many were accidentally injured.

"Ah~..."

The screams were deafening, and the stench of blood filled the air, terrifying everyone.

They had already realized that the newcomer's cultivation level was much higher than theirs; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to safely evade the barrage of attacks from so many of their own people!

"Bang!!" The figure rapidly approached, and none of the evil spirit disciples hidden along the way were able to escape, while the rest of the disciples were all thrown away by the figure.

"Brother, this guy seems to be targeting us specifically. All the dead are our brothers! Could it be that he knows who we are?"

"Oh no! This is terrible! Run!"

Suddenly, the man called "Big Brother" remembered something and realized something was wrong. Just as the group turned around to jump out of the crowd, their bodies became completely out of control, and they felt dizzy.

"Ah! Why am I seeing my own back?"

"Huh? Me too..."

The two evil spirits were terrified. Then a sharp pain came and they lost their voices. The eyes of their two bloodied heads, which had been smashed to the ground, still reflected the image of gushing blood.

"Hiss~!" Everyone gasped, staring in horror at the ghostly figure continuing to hunt down their "comrades".

"Huh? Why didn't he kill us...?"

All the disciples who had been abandoned and left behind by the shadowy figure felt as if they had survived a calamity. After calming down and thinking about it carefully, they were all filled with doubt and realized that something was amiss.

"Can you escape?"

With a casual slash, Feng Ling beheaded one of the evil spirit masters, then turned and coldly stared at the last two evil spirit masters who were scattering and fleeing.

"Whoosh!" The scimitar that appeared in his hand was suddenly swung out, and with a simple move, the evil spirit master in front of him on the left was cut in half at the waist.

With a swift turn, the curved blade returned to Feng Ling's hand, without a single drop of blood staining it, demonstrating how clean and decisive the attack was.

"Who are you? Who are you...?" The last remaining leader of the evil spirits suddenly stopped his escape, staring in shock and anger at the blurry man blocking his way. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he secretly prepared something by rubbing his hands together.

"Hmph, a mere trick!" Feng Ling's eyes turned cold, and he flung the curved sword away. How could he not see that the guy wanted to use poison!
"Hahaha, no matter who you are, taking my life won't be that easy!"

With a loud bang, metal clashed, and Feng Ling looked at the figure rushing towards him with a hint of surprise in his eyes. His casual strike had actually been blocked by the figure.

"Bang!!"

A thick black poisonous fog spread wildly from the two of them, destroying everything in its path and emitting a strong stench.

"Hiss! It's an evil spirit master!?"

A sharp, eerie scream rang out, and before the surging poisonous fog could arrive, all the disciples suppressed their nausea and retreated in panic.

"Ah! I don't want to die...!" Watching helplessly as a living person was corroded into a pool of foul-smelling blood oozing black smoke by the poisonous fog, the horrified crowd couldn't help but shudder, a chill running down their spines. They all thought to themselves with relief, "Thank goodness we ran fast!"

Most people escaped by sheer luck, but a very small number of people occasionally let out shrill screams as they were corroded by the poisonous fog until not even their bones remained. The person who prepared the poison was utterly depraved, and the person who used it was extremely cruel!
"Just... go to hell!"

A sinister laugh startled the terrified crowd. Turning their heads, they saw the leader of the evil spirits with a ferocious expression, a black sword striking Feng Ling's head with a cunning and strange attack.

"Senior, be careful!"

After learning the inside story of why the mysterious person didn't kill them, and seeing the strange black sword grazed Feng Ling's cheek, many people broke out in a cold sweat for Feng Ling and hurriedly warned him.

Anyone could see that the black sword had been soaked and polished with an extremely poisonous substance. It was precisely because of the potent poison that the sword had changed color. As for the extent of the poison, no one wanted to know or try it themselves.

"Hmph, it's good that you kept a low profile all this time. You're not at a loss to die by my hand!"

The leader of the evil spirits was secretly pleased. Although he was somewhat surprised that Feng Ling could dodge his poisonous fog, he still did not take Feng Ling seriously.

His feigned escape was a trap he set to mislead Feng Ling. With his cultivation level, he could have easily entered the ranks of core disciples, so his sneaking around among the inner disciples must be suspicious.

"Three ounces of dried tangerine peel, two ounces... arsenic!?" Feng Ling dodged another sword strike, muttering to himself. He hadn't expected that arsenic existed in this world.

Arsenic and arsenic trioxide were absolutely the top two incurable poisons in Feng Ling's previous life, enough to make people turn pale at the mention of them and tremble with fear at the smell!

"Hmm? It's also combined with a non-toxic and odorless... corpse aura!" Feng Ling thought to himself as he quickly dodged. This was a habit he had developed as an assassin. Whenever he encountered a poison, he would analyze the poison's formula and try to concoct the corresponding antidote in his mind.

Perhaps in his previous life, Feng Ling had no way to cure this potent poison, but in this world, that might not be the case! Among the rare spiritual herbs he brought out from the Seven-Colored Spiritual Mountain, there were those that could counteract arsenic, although they were only a trace of medicinal properties, but that was enough!
At this moment, Feng Ling's brain was like a rapidly spinning vortex, with various spiritual herbs and deadly poisons manifesting, their medicinal properties and effects forming a long string of data, which was constantly being combined and deduced...

After an unknown amount of time, the battle was nearing its end!
"Huff, huff... Damn it, this is outrageous!" The leader of the evil spirits suddenly stopped, leaning on his black sword and panting heavily. Looking at the other party's calm and composed demeanor, he was furious and kept cursing.

This is not a fight at all!

It's clearly like I'm putting on a one-man show for him, but he still won't watch...!
"You bastard over there, if you've got the guts, don't hide!" The leader of the evil spirits gritted his teeth and roared as he looked at the figure that stopped right after him.

"Oh? You're tired so quickly...?"

Feng Ling slowly glanced at him, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. It seemed she didn't take him seriously at all!
"Dare to face me head-on? I'll take your dog's life in one move!" The evil spirit master stood up, raised his black sword, and roared again with bloodshot eyes, pointing the tip of his sword at Feng Ling with a provocative tone.

"Since you're so eager to die, then come on!" Feng Ling said in a gentle tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Drink! Black Fiend Devours the Heart..."

Enraged by Feng Ling, the leader of the evil spirits attacked in a fit of fury. His black sword, wreathed in yin wind, aimed precisely at the heart and thrust forward with deadly force.

"So vicious!" Looking at that twisted, wicked smile, Feng Ling's eyes turned icy, and he unconsciously channeled nearly ten revolutions of power into his scimitar.

"You think you can run rampant just because you've hidden your ninth-level cultivation? I could crush you without lifting a finger." Feng Ling sighed coldly in his heart, throwing out the final strike with the same casualness, intending to give him a quick death.

"Damn! Isn't this senior a bit too arrogant?"

"I think so too. We hope they don't pull off a comeback..."

"God help us! God help us! We'd better kill that evil sorcerer, or we're in big trouble!"

The disciples stared wide-eyed, holding their breath as they intently watched the spinning scimitar that was about to collide with the black sword, their hearts pounding in their throats.

"Bang!!"

Smoke and dust billowed, and the violent force stirred up huge waves, causing the entire ground to shake violently.

Everyone was shocked and stumbled.

"Hiss~!" The crowd, who had hurriedly gotten up from the ground, gasped. Everything had settled down. The mysterious figure in the middle of the battlefield still stood as steady as Mount Tai, while the evil spirit master was dead, not to mention flesh and blood, not even a trace was left!

Only that pile of broken black scrap metal can prove to everyone that this evil sorcerer really existed.

"Ahhh!" A cry of alarm rang out as everyone watched in horror as a disciple spun past his brow and landed back in the mysterious man's hand. Everyone patted their chests and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "That was close!"

"Whoosh!!" A gust of wind swept by, and the mysterious figure, carrying away the black iron fragments, disappeared again. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, wondering who this senior was and whether he had any connection with their Jade Purity Sect.

Although the matter of the evil spirit master was not explicitly stated, the disciples were aware of it and kept a watchful eye on it. Apart from their close friends from the past, they dared not form deep friendships with others.

Happy New Year everyone!! Also, at the request of a friend, I'm recommending the web novel "The Demon Sealing Master". Friends who are looking for something to read or are interested can check it out.

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