Chapter 148 - 93: The Demon Monarch’s Advent Brings Calamity; The Distressed Saintess Saves Her Boy

Chapter 148: Chapter 93: The Demon Monarch’s Advent Brings Calamity; The Distressed Saintess Saves Her Boy

In the mountain ravine.

The scene fell quiet for a long moment.

Even Kan Luotang was stunned. This was clearly a hopeless situation, a deathtrap with a one-in-ten chance of survival. So why did Zhao Ci still have the gall to talk trash?

Although Zhao Ci’s strength was truly astonishing, he still hadn’t broken through to the Physical Body Realm, no matter how strong he was!

Below the Physical Body Realm, the power gap between Cultivators wasn’t supposed to be that large.

Miracles of one person fighting a hundred certainly existed.

But those were usually cases of a genius on the verge of breaking through to the Physical Body Realm facing a hundred opponents who could barely be called Cultivators.

But Zhao Ci...

He was facing Military Officials who dared to serve in the Northern Three Prefectures, as well as puppets hand-picked by the mastermind behind the scenes.

Even though there were only fifty of them, not even Xiang Tiange would have taken them lightly at this level of cultivation, right?

’What in the world is he thinking?’

The Sub-Insect was clearly enraged.

It didn’t say another word.

The remaining fifty-plus men swarmed him, their assault growing even more frenzied.

But Zhao Ci only grew more reckless. True Qi steamed from his body, but instead of using Tyrant’s Tomb Sweeping, a Divine Technique for breaking formations, he twisted his body to an extreme angle and hurled his spear.

The ear-piercing shriek of the spear tearing through the air made everyone’s eardrums ache.

The spear shot out in a straight line like an out-of-control meteor, and in its path stood seven expert fighters.

SHLICK!

SHLICK!

SHLICK!

The sound of the spear piercing through flesh rang out again and again. A full-force throw from someone with a First-Grade Flesh Soul was simply not something that ordinary Cultivators below the Physical Body Realm could withstand.

Overlord Dragon-piercing Spear.

The strongest battle-formation killing move in Xiang’s Spear Technique. It was said that even if a True Dragon were to descend upon the world, this spear would pierce it until it wished for death.

Unlike Tyrant’s Tomb Sweeping, which could keep Cultivators of the same rank from getting close and served as both offense and defense, its killing efficiency wasn’t particularly high.

Overlord Dragon-piercing Spear, however, was a purely offensive ultimate killing move. Wherever the spear went, no flesh could remain intact. But the user, having lost their spear, would be plunged into an extremely perilous situation.

Zhao Ci was well aware of this drawback. The instant the spear left his hands, he sprinted after it.

His First-Grade Flesh Soul allowed him to scatter the enemy formation like a war chariot.

But how could these puppets let him charge through? Countless killing blows from swords and sabers rained down on his vital points along the way.

Utterly fearless, Zhao Ci’s hands became a blur as he moved to intercept the blades directly.

Imperial Extreme Scattering Hand, the crowning martial achievement of the Zhao Imperial Family.

Its moves were swift and fierce, its minute control unparalleled. Only a top-tier genius could ever master it!

HUMMM!

HUMMM!

HUMMM!

HUMMM!

In just an instant, he struck out with four consecutive palm strikes.

The weapons hummed and vibrated. The four blades that posed the greatest threat to him snapped in two.

But there were simply too many killing blows. With only two hands, he was forced to twist and evade.

Fortunately, a lightning spell followed, once again halting three of the most threatening attackers.

Even so, numerous blades still found their mark on Zhao Ci’s body, carving out one gruesome wound after another.

HISS!

The intense pain made Zhao Ci suck in a sharp breath, but fortunately, he had successfully broken through their encirclement.

As he gripped his spear once more, the anxiety that had been weighing on his heart finally lifted.

The long spear was bathed in blood.

Bits of internal organs even clung to its shaft.

A three-hundred-and-fifty-jin Tungsten Steel Long Spear, thrown with the full force of a First-Grade Flesh Soul—not even a typical expert at the Physical Body Realm would dare to face that head-on.

Let alone these men who hadn’t even reached the Physical Body Realm.

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

Seven bodies slammed to the ground in succession. Some were grievously wounded, screaming in agony, while others died on the spot.

Without exception, all of them had lost the ability to fight.

But Zhao Ci was also covered in blood. Although none of his vital points had been hit, the wounds brought him immense pain. He didn’t even try to stanch the bleeding by constricting his muscles.

He was already pushing his strength to its absolute limit. Any extra exertion would only weaken him.

His mind was clear. He knew that with the Rising Talisman and the Body Suppressing Talisman, plus the extended duration from the Reconnection Talisman, he would be at his peak for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

’The injuries don’t matter!’

’All that matters is killing the enemy.’

That was why he had abandoned the defensively-oriented Tyrant’s Tomb Sweeping for the Overlord Dragon-piercing Spear, a move whose risks and rewards were both terrifyingly high.

His goal was to reduce their numbers.

And it was proving remarkably effective.

But the cost was also terrifyingly high.

’At this rate of blood loss...’

"Again!"

The Demon Patterns on Zhao Ci’s body flickered as he once again raised his spear and charged into the enemy ranks.

With two horizontal sweeps, he struck directly at the experts still recovering from the lightning spell’s paralysis, drawing the attacks of countless others.

But he followed with another Tyrant’s Tomb Sweeping, blasting them all away, then immediately unleashed another Overlord Dragon-piercing Spear and charged in right behind it.

This charge.

It claimed five more lives.

But the number of wounds on Zhao Ci’s body had more than doubled. Bathed in blood, he looked like a malevolent spirit that had crawled out of the Nine Netherworld.

For a moment, an expression of utter dread appeared in everyone’s eyes.

They had never before seen a Cultivator below the Physical Body Realm who was this terrifying.

The Sub-Insect was stunned senseless.

Zhao Ci’s madness was beginning to frighten it. It felt like this lunatic might actually kill every last one of them, then drag it out and finish it off too.

But!

It refused to believe he could maintain this life-or-death fighting style for long.

Before these fifty men were all dead, Zhao Ci would surely die first!

"Kill him!"

With desperate cries, the men charged toward Zhao Ci once again.

Zhao Ci’s sharp intent undiminished, he met their charge head-on.

"No! This can’t go on!"

Kan Luotang’s heart trembled as she watched, tears streaming down her face. She could see it clearly: by fighting so recklessly, Zhao Ci was almost certainly heading for mutual destruction.