Raise a sword!

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Amidst Ni Chang's anxious shouts, Jiang Peng and the fleeing sorcerer locked eyes for a fleeting moment.

In just a moment, Jiang Peng was covered in cold sweat.

Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and his legs were barely able to support him so that they wouldn't tremble, but they were already slightly weak and unable to exert any strength.

"Is this...is this the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

Jiang Peng's throat bobbed, her mouth felt dry, and her heart was racing.

With just one glance, the fleeing sorcerer made Jiang Peng lose all will to resist.

This was neither an overwhelming killing intent nor a display of overwhelming power.

It was a contemptuous act of knowingly ignoring Jiang Peng blocking their path.

It's a matter of chance, with only ants in front of you, whether you crush them or not is entirely up to you.

The sorcerer casually raised his hand, his eyes filled with indifference, as if he were just passing by and casually stepping on an ant.

The next moment, an irresistible spiritual force pushed Jiang Peng away.

But Jiang Peng couldn't avoid it!

He went through so much trouble to save these hundreds of people, and now that he's moved aside, none of them will survive!

Even if the sorcerer didn't attack these people, the poisonous blood and flying insects he left behind when he fled would be enough to kill anyone who touched the forbidden land he went to!

Such forbidden areas are already commonplace in the southern part of the city.

"This is unbelievable! I've been cautious my whole life, never daring to provoke anyone even slightly powerful, and yet, I've managed to provoke something truly terrible."

Jiang Peng also hardened her heart.

"Well then, let's give it a try!"

A surge of color rose to his face, and his powerful physique was fully mobilized. Several high-grade to top-grade golden armor talismans transformed into a large golden shield, finally managing to block the witch doctor's casual attack that manipulated spiritual power.

"Huh?" The sorcerer looked surprised. "Not only do you not obediently accept your death, but you actually dare to resist?"

Ni Chang, standing behind, showed a hint of anger on her face. How dare this scoundrel imitate her speech!

But this is not the time to dwell on such trivial matters; protecting Jiang Peng is the key right now.

"Don't resist, get out of the way! I'll catch up with him in a few more breaths!" Ni Chang shouted.

But it was too late.

It wasn't that Jiang Peng couldn't avoid it in time, but that the people couldn't.

The next moment, Jiang Peng's entire body suddenly burst into a blue-red spiritual flame, the result of pushing her spiritual energy into fire to its limit.

His spiritual energy was being rapidly depleted, and in this state, Jiang Peng could only hold on for three to five breaths at most.

"Don't even mention three or five breaths, one breath is enough!"

Because the sorcerer was so close, Jiang Peng could even smell the stench emanating from him that was utterly repulsive.

So Jiang Peng raised her hand.

During this process, the purple flame flashed by, appearing only for a fleeting moment.

But in that instant, the sorcerer abruptly withdrew his hand, which he had already raised.

He actually felt a deadly threat from a mere Qi Refining cultivator?

Could it be that Ni Chang was pressing him too hard from behind, making him uneasy?

The next moment, the ordinary sword tip flew out from Jiang Peng's sleeve and transformed into a black magic sword, which Jiang Peng grasped in his hand.

Then he slashed straight at the sorcerer.

Swah——

As the sword fell, Jiang Peng felt a profound silence descend upon the surroundings.

His spiritual energy was drained in an instant. Not only his own body, but all the spiritual energy within a radius of several dozen feet was drawn by this sword and transformed into part of the sword's edge.

This was a sword strike that Jiang Peng had been secretly preparing for since he stepped into Da Cang City and learned that the Foundation Establishment evil cultivator was hiding here.

Without the many techniques and tricks of sword control, one simply raises the sword and slashes forward.

His movements were even somewhat awkward and clumsy, because although he had been preparing for this sword strike for a long time, he had acted rather hastily.

About a breath later, his hearing seemed to return.

Jiang Peng finally heard the sound of wind breaking, and at the same time, an arm fell to the ground in front of her, while the shaman's left shoulder was empty, with only a smooth cut remaining.

That sword strike was not all.

Even after severing the sorcerer's left arm, the sword remained sharp, its blade radiating sword energy that surged forth and traveled along the street until it left a sword mark more than ten feet long and several feet wide on the ground before finally dissipating.

Jiang Peng slumped to the ground, feeling a sudden heaviness in her head.

But just before he collapsed, a hand caught his shoulder.

"Junior Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Peng barely opened her eyes and saw Sun Yinxi beside her.

"I'm just exhausted, but I managed to protect those people!"

Upon hearing this, a strange light flickered in Sun Yinxi's eyes, but she did not release her grip as instructed.

"Junior Brother Jiang, don't worry. That evil cultivator was injured by you and has been forced to flee elsewhere by Master. He was just struck in the heart by Master from behind, so he probably won't live much longer."

Jiang Peng nodded gently and closed her eyes.

"I'll rest for a moment."

"I'll rest for a moment."

Sun Yinxi quietly observed Jiang Peng's handsome face, then glanced at the terrifying sword mark that stretched for more than ten feet.

This is a sword mark left by the residual power of that sword strike after it had shattered the physical body of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

If it weren't for the evil cultivator's physical body resisting, what kind of mark would this sword have left?

A hint of doubt arose in Sun Yinxi's heart.

"Why didn't Junior Brother Jiang dodge just now?"

"If I hide, what will happen to these people?"

"They...they will hide themselves." Even Sun Yinxi herself didn't quite believe what she said.

Jiang Peng remained silent, a wave of fear washing over her.

He didn't have any critical thoughts about Sun Yinxi's implied meaning.

He was ultimately not a native of this world where the law of the jungle was written everywhere.

The mortal and the immortal may be separated... but they are all human lives.

If you can save someone, why not give it a shot?

After a moment of silence, Sun Yinxi's tone became somewhat complicated.

"I understand now why Sister Yingying chose you... Junior Brother Jiang, you are a rather special person."

The only response to Sun Yinxi was Jiang Peng's light and even breathing.

The sword, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, was suddenly unleashed, completely exhausting his spiritual and physical strength. At this moment, he could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

A moment later, Ni Chang's figure quietly appeared beside her.

"How's this kid?" Ni Chang asked.

"I'm just exhausted and unconscious, nothing serious," Sun Yinxi replied.

Ni Chang nodded slightly, sizing up Jiang Peng.

"Tell this kid when he wakes up that he has a share of the Spirit Transformation Pool, and no one can take it away from him."

Sun Yinxi responded and then asked, "Master, what about the evil cultivator?"

Ni Chang raised her hand, and a small porcelain bottle appeared in her palm.

A talisman was affixed to the bottle, and the bottle itself was trembling slightly.

"The physical body has turned to dust, but the soul has been captured here."

The Peak Master of Rainbow Peak gave a soft snort.

"He has committed so many atrocities within the territory of Cang Kingdom, resulting in the deaths of more than ten disciples of my sect... Hmph, he even dares to imitate my speech!"

"Of course, I won't let this scoundrel die too easily. I'll go find some experts from the Soul Concealment Sect and see if I can get some methods to torture his remnant soul... I'm going to torment this scoundrel for a hundred years or so. I won't let him be easily annihilated."