Martial Arts, the Fairy's Cultivation

"Don't just stand there, kill that woman quickly, then go help Brother Song Dao!"

Upon seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Song Que's eyes. He charged forward on horseback, ignoring the leader who was barely holding his own against Lin Dong, and went straight for the white-clad woman behind him.

The Blade Slaughter Gang has undoubtedly bitten off more than they can chew this time. Lin Dong's formidable strength makes it difficult for them to feel confident in fighting him. The only chance of victory right now is to capture the woman with him while Lin Dong is entangled with Song Dao, who is at the Great Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm. Perhaps this will make the other side hesitate to act.

"Whoever touches her dies!"

Lin Dong forced back Song Dao, who was frantically pursuing him, and his brutal killing intent was locked onto the figures behind him without any concealment. His chilling tone seemed to freeze the air.

The members of the Daotu Gang were initially taken aback by Lin Dong's imposing aura, but then they took another step forward and surrounded Mu Zi from all directions with an even more frenzied pace.

As gangsters who had committed arson, murder, and robbery for many years, none of them hadn't risked their lives. Lin Dong's threat did not make them back down; instead, it fueled their determination and ruthlessness, causing them to unleash their fierce aura and fight to the death.

Lin Dong's eyes instantly calmed down, but everyone could sense the rage suppressed beneath that calm!

"Hmph! Kid, you may be strong, but how many people can you stop with your bare hands? Stop now, and your companion might die a quicker death. Otherwise, once she's captured, you won't want to know what Song Que and the others are up to..."

Song Dao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Lin Dong with a sinister gaze. After their exchange, he realized that the former was not hiding his cultivation level, but rather that he genuinely could not use any Yuan Power.

Although the reason is unknown, the enemy's weakness may be the only opportunity they can seize. In order to entangle the enraged Lin Dong, Song Dao also used his trump card.

"Five Tigers Severing Blade Palm!"

As Song Dao coldly roared, the white Yuan energy on his only remaining right palm frantically condensed, transforming into a large sword exuding fierce and murderous aura. The Yuan energy surged, and faint tiger-shaped stripes appeared on the blade!

This performance already shows signs of touching upon the "meaning of shaping". With Song Dao's current cultivation level, he may have one foot in the shaping realm.

"Die!"

Song Dao's deadly strike locked onto Lin Dong, even abandoning all his own defenses, just to keep the enemy in place. His desperate momentum was particularly terrifying.

Sensing the Yuan Power fluctuations emanating from the white broadsword, Lin Dong's eyes narrowed slightly. These Yuan Dan Realm Great Perfection cultivators, who had been fighting for many years, were indeed not to be underestimated; dealing with them was even more troublesome than dealing with ordinary demonic beasts.

It seems we'll have to go all out this time.

call--

As Lin Dong unleashed the full power of his physical body, a red energy radiating scorching heat began to surge from his body surface—pure blood and qi power, so vast and surging that it seemed to materialize.

boom!

Lin Dong's arm, enveloped in crimson blood and qi, clashed head-on with the white blade light adorned with tiger stripes. Instead of a stalemate, Lin Dong's fist shattered the Yuan energy within the blade light with overwhelming force, the remaining power undiminished. Before Song Dao's incredulous gaze, it struck heavily upon his dantian, the violent energy utterly destroying the Yuan Dan that held all his strength.

With a sound like bones shattering as if popping beans, Song Dao was instantly sent flying backward. When he landed on the ground, he was no longer human. His bones and meridians were shattered inch by inch, and he lay on the ground like a rag doll, completely powerless to fight back.

"Heh...heh..."

At this moment, Song Dao was barely clinging to life. In despair, he stared intently at the distant battle, hoping that Song Que and the others would see the pained expression on Lin Dong's face after they succeeded.

However, things did not develop as Song Dao had imagined. Lin Dao made a fist, and a dozen tiny black shadows appeared out of nowhere, flashing through the air and each piercing the body of a member of the Dao Tu Gang.

call out--

As the sound of wind breaking came, at the last moment, Song Dao seemed to see clearly what appeared to be a short, dark black shuttle about an inch in size, floating in the air. It seemed to be covered by an invisible force, allowing the controller to use it as if it were an extension of his own arm.

"Mental power...?"

With his brow pierced, a look of relief flashed in Song Dao's quickly dimming eyes. It turned out that in addition to his extraordinary physical strength, his opponent also possessed the skills of a talisman master. Kicking such a tough nut to crack would naturally lead to his defeat.

brush--

The black short shuttle that had finished off Song Dao flew back to Lin Dong's front, gleaming with a sharp luster, following Lin Dong's thoughts.

Although the Locking Yuan Pattern imprisoned Lin Dong's Yuan Power, his Second Seal Master's spiritual power remained unaffected and could still be used at crucial moments to launch unpredictable long-range attacks with the help of the "Shattering Yuan Shuttle".

This talisman, forged from shattered Yuan steel, can bear spiritual power and possesses the characteristic of penetrating Yuan power. If used unexpectedly, it is enough to severely injure or even kill a Yuan Dan realm expert at the Lesser Perfection stage. In the brief moment just now, all the experts of the Blade Slaughter Gang failed to escape the shattered Yuan shuttle and perished on the spot.

Only Song Que, relying on his instinctive premonition, managed to dodge to the side at the last moment, paying the price of having an arm severed, and barely escaped death.

The sight of corpses strewn across the cave made Song Que's eyes tremble. Who would have thought that all the elites of the Knife Slaughter Gang would be wiped out by a seemingly harmless young man!

"You...don't come any closer!"

As Song Que gazed at the god of death who seemed to have emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, the deep-seated fear in his eyes finally surfaced. His body instinctively retreated, and by sheer coincidence, he moved closer to the white-clad woman sitting quietly not far away.

Just as Lin Dong was about to unleash the Shattering Yuan Shuttle to kill Song Que with a chilling look in his eyes, his gaze suddenly sharpened. He saw that the moment Song Que entered the three-zhang radius around Mu Zi, a sudden change occurred.

hum!

The purple lotus hidden among the fairy's black hair suddenly burst forth with radiance, and a divine pattern on the lotus lit up, as if it had been revived. The next moment, Song Que's figure seemed to have collided with an invisible aura and vanished instantly before Lin Dong's eyes.

A cultivator at the Lesser Perfection of the Yuan Dan realm vanished without a trace, as if evaporated from the face of the earth, sending chills down one's spine.

"This is......"

Lin Dong was first startled, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. It seemed that although Miss Mu had made a mistake in her cultivation and was unable to make a move, the lotus flower she carried could still automatically protect her and eliminate anything that tried to get within three zhang of her.

This eased Lin Dong's shock and anxiety somewhat. At least Miss Mu's current condition was not the worst-case scenario, and perhaps she would wake up soon.

"Lin Dong, don't be careless. Your little girlfriend's aura seems a bit strange."

"What?" In his haste, Lin Dong didn't bother to correct the way he addressed Xiao Diao, but instead looked very nervously at Mu Zi's plain white dress that was suddenly moving without any wind.

A beautiful young girl was lifted up by an invisible force and floated slowly in the air, with rings of nine-colored light constantly spreading from her body.

Chi Chi!

Lin Dong's pupils suddenly contracted as he saw that where the nine-colored light spread, the primordial energy of heaven and earth vanished into thin air, and even space itself dissolved instantly under that power, turning into nothingness.

At the same time, Mu Zi's long black hair gradually grew longer, and from the ends, the jet-black color was gradually dyed with nine colors, spreading upwards at an extremely slow speed.

Lin Dong then saw the girl suddenly open her tightly closed eyes, but her purple eyes did not reveal any emotions that Lin Dong was familiar with. Instead, they were filled with a chilling indifference.

That gaze was like that of gods looking down upon all living beings, devoid of joy or sorrow, good or evil.

"Miss Mu?"

As Lin Dong was being stared at by those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, a sense of unease welled up inside him. Those eyes were unfocused and did not linger on him, but even so, Lin Dong still felt a chill envelop him.

At this moment, Mu Zi did not seem to be fully awake, but the aura she unconsciously revealed was far more terrifying than before. The purple lotus light mark between her eyebrows gradually turned into nine colors, and a special fluctuation emanated from the mark, ancient, mysterious, ethereal and untouchable.

Sensing the fluctuation of that aura, the little sable could no longer remain calm. It emerged from the stone talisman, staring intently at the ancient mark on the girl's forehead, a look of emotion flashing in its eyes.

"This is... the Samsara Seal?"