Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

"The corpse-transporting monks of western Hunan..."

Shuiyun frowned.

These kinds of evil spells are the most troublesome. The zombies themselves are not strong, but they cannot be killed or depleted. The only solution is to kill the person controlling the zombie first.

His gaze was fixed on the gaunt old man behind him.

But the old man was cunning; he always hid behind the crowd, with four guards around him.

The zombies attacked again, and Shuiyun had no choice but to fight back.

On the other side, Lu Wang was also entangled by the three.

The three worked together seamlessly. One used a soft sword for close combat, another used throwing knives for long-range attacks, and the third scattered poison powder, making it difficult for Lu Wang to break through.

The battle has once again reached a stalemate.

Just then, screams echoed from the mountain path.

That wasn't the voice of a disciple of the Sanyi Sect; it belonged to the Quanxing Sect.

Looking into the distance, a stout figure was walking up the mountain path.

Wherever they went, they killed both friend and foe.

The white owl Liang Ting has gone up the mountain.

Chapter 219 Liang Ting the White Owl (4K)

On the mountain path, the gray-white rope whip on Liang Ting's arm danced like a living thing.

Each shot pierces and tears a person's body.

One of the Quanxing members couldn't dodge in time and was cut in half at the waist by the rope whip. His upper body still crawled on the ground a couple of times, his intestines dragging all over the ground.

"Liang Ting! You're insane! We're on the same side!"

There is a roar of the entire race.

Liang Ting grinned, and the rope whip shot out swiftly, tearing the man's head off his neck in the blink of an eye.

"Our own people? Who considers you our own people?"

His voice was hoarse, like a broken gong.

"I just want to kill. I'll kill anyone."

The Quanxing were finally afraid.

They dare to fight so hard because they feel it's worth it.

Dying in the battle to attack Sanyi Gate can at least be considered a "heroic feat".

But dying at the hands of one's own people is utterly meaningless.

In an instant, the Quanxing group on the mountain path began to scatter. Some ran downhill, while others rushed onto the platform, all wanting to get as far away from Liang Ting as possible.

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect on the platform also witnessed this scene.

Liang Ting's name is known to everyone. He's a madman, and a madman with great strength and unparalleled talent!

Who is that?

However, some disciples who joined the sect later, unaware of his identity, asked him questions.

Shuiyun's face was grim.

"Liang Ting, the White Owl... one of the most notorious villains in the Quanxing Sect. I didn't expect him to come too."

Liang Ting wielded his black-lacquered, supple-boned sword as he slowly ascended to the platform halfway up the mountain.

He glanced at the Sanyi Sect disciples, then at the already collapsing Quanxing members who were terrified of him, seemingly deciding which side to kill first.

In the end, he chose the Trinity School.

"The blood of the leader of the Xuanmen sect must be sweeter."

The rope whip shot out, aiming straight for the nearest disciple of the San Yi Sect.

The disciple raised his arm to block, but as the whip was about to reach him, it suddenly sank down and hooked, aiming for his throat.

Just as he was about to succeed, a hand slapped down from the side, deflecting the whip.

Lu Wang stood in front of him.

"Oh? A decent prey!"

Liang Ting's eyes lit up.

"interesting."

The rope whip was retracted and fired again, this time three whips, targeting the upper, middle, and lower routes.

Lu Wang activated the Reverse Rebirth Second Stage to its fullest extent, causing his skin to glow with an intense white light.

He clapped his hands repeatedly, the force of his palms like a wall, shaking all three rope whips away.

But every time it was shaken open, he felt his arm go numb.

Liang Ting's rope whip is not an ordinary weapon, but a unique skill he modified—Ink Tendon Soft Bone.

The Ink-like Tendons and Soft Bones technique, capable of being both strong and flexible, like a rope or a sword, is a unique skill created by Liang Ting by combining the techniques of mechanisms and talismans.

When Liang Ting unleashed this attack, he also imbued the ink-like tendons and soft bones with strange Qi, which not only strengthened his own power but also eroded his opponent's defense.

"Hahaha! Good! You can withstand three of my whips, not bad!"

As Liang Ting spoke, the rope whip changed again.

This time it wasn't a direct thrust, but rather spread out like a spider web, with dozens of fine threads enveloping Lu Wang's entire body.

Lu Wang had nowhere to hide and could only take the hit head-on.

He clasped his hands together and pushed his power to the limit, but even so, he could only dodge a few attacks.

The thin threads moved as fast as lightning, constantly adding new wounds to Lu Wang's body.

The wounds were even emitting hissing sounds, clearly indicating that the strange Qi within the black tendons and soft bones was further expanding the gains.

Lu Wang's face twisted in pain as he tried to dodge while simultaneously channeling his Qi to repair his body through his cultivation technique, causing his Qi to be rapidly depleted.

Shuiyun wanted to help, but was entangled by the zombie and two other Quanxing masters and could not escape.

The other disciples wanted to step forward, but the aftershocks of Liang Ting's rope whip could kill them, so they could only watch helplessly.

Gradually, the healing speed of Lu Wang's wounds could not keep up with the rate at which new wounds were being created.

Blood trickled from the corner of Lu Wang's mouth. The second stage of Reverse Life had reached its limit and he couldn't hold on for much longer.

Just as he was about to die, a clear, cold voice came from the mountaintop.

"stop."

Before the word "Stop" had even finished, the figure had already arrived.

It seemed as if it had descended from the sky, its feet landing on the platform's stone bricks with a deafening roar, the bricks shattering like a spiderweb.

He was not tall, and even appeared slightly hunched due to a disability left from a failed breakthrough in his early years.

But the white jade luster flowing around her at this moment made the surrounding air freeze.

Liang Ting's rope whip stopped three inches from Lu Wang's throat.

It wasn't that he stopped, it was that he was forced to stop.

As if pressing down with his right palm, an invisible force of Qi blocked Lu Wang's path like a wall. His dark tendons and soft bones pierced the Qi wall half a foot before it could go no further.

"Oh?"

Liang Ting withdrew his ink-black, supple bones and tilted his head to examine Si Chong.

"An old man has arrived."

Si Chong ignored him, and with a wave of his left hand, he gently sent the heavily injured Lu Wang to the formation of the San Yi Sect disciples behind him.

Two disciples quickly reached out to catch him, fed him the medicine, and circulated their qi to help him heal.

After doing all this, Si Chong slowly turned around.

His gaze swept across the platform.

Nearly twenty members of the Sanyi Sect have died in battle; as for the wounded...

As long as a member of the Sanyi Sect still possesses Qi, they will not be injured; only death will ensue.

The Quanxing side suffered more casualties, but people continued to pour up from the foot of the mountain.

What's more troublesome is that several powerful auras have appeared at the mountain path, indicating that the true masters of the Quanxing Sect have arrived.

"Uncle-Master!"

Shuiyun repelled the zombies and retreated to Si Chong's side, panting.

"What brings you here? The sect leader is here..."

"My senior brother is still in seclusion."

It seemed as if he was interrupting him.

"But I can't watch you all die here."

His voice was calm, but his eyes were filled with a chilling coldness.

Liang Ting burst into laughter.

"Well said! Then stop watching and let's fight!"

Before he finished speaking, his obese body shot out like a cannonball, moving so fast that it left afterimages in the air.

This agility, so disproportionate to his physique, caused the pupils of the San Yi Sect disciples to shrink sharply.

It turns out that Liang Ting hadn't been using his full strength at all; he was just teasing Lu Wang.

Instead of retreating, they charged forward, stepping forward.

The two collided in the center of the platform.