Novel Full Chapter 610 Gray Claw banner Gang (02)
Chapter 610 Gray Claw banner Gang (02)
The battle was going very well for the disciples of the Cosmic Dawn
Sect.
With the Divine Fist fighting freely, they managed to kill over six thousand bandits in just a few minutes, while another four thousand left the fortress and joined the bloody battle.
A mountain of bodies quickly began to pile up, with Qingyi standing atop it.
He had some difficulty with those beyond the fourth stage of the Astral Blood Realm, but for those of a similar level or lower?
It was like a knife cutting through butter; his opponents’ swords were unable to even attempt to parry the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword. He had to admit that his draconic eyes were ridiculously powerful, especially the ability to accelerate both his vision and his mind so that the world around him seemed to be in slow motion.
He could process and read the trajectories of ten attacks at the same time, even before his opponents’ muscles responded to their own commands.
He was about to throw himself into the fray once more when, suddenly, he had to stop.
His eyes shot upward, and a powerful aura, no less than Han Zhentian’s, descended upon everyone there.
It was suffocating, enough to force the outer disciples to retreat immediately.
“The leader of the pigs has arrived…! Qingyi took on a serious expression, assuming a defensive stance.
“Han Zhentian… the divine fist! To what do I owe the visit of my old battle brother? Hahaha!” A maddened cackle echoed, followed by a powerful and repulsive Qi, clearly stemming from unorthodox arts
and perhaps even human sacrifices.
“Don’t call me brother, you bastard son of a bitch!” Zhentian roared back, clenching his fists. “If I’d been in the sect back then, I would’ve personally castrated you and crippled you for what you did to our junior sister!”
“Uh… still stuck on that old stuff?” A figure finally emerged.
He was tall and fat, with a bald head and deep-set eyes.
“I didn’t even get to rape her…”
“But you tried.” Zhentian growled.
That fattie was a former inner disciple of the Cosmic Dawn Sect, someone he had once called a friend.
Known as Fatty Fan, he was famous for his kindness and much loved by everyone.
But after being rejected by the love of his life and trying to take her by force, he lost everything.
He was expelled from the sect and was only spared castration and execution because one of his uncles was an instructor and begged an elder for mercy.
Obviously, that mercy only lasted until Fan decided to throw it away
as well.
Instead of using his cultivation and powerful lineage to live a peaceful life and forge his own path, he gave himself over to crime and debauchery.
Today, Zhentian would wash that shame from his sect!
Fan merely shook his head, extending a single hand and summoning his weapon, a long, heavy halberd.
Behind him, a tiger of steel and blood materialized, its bloodline projection roaring at Zhentian’s, a golden tiger.
“Don’t lose focus, keep up the slaughter!” Zhentian roared before charging forward, three distinct strands of Qi trailing from his right fist, forging themselves into divine serpents with fangs sharp as
thorns.
Fan’s blood-red Qi and Zhentian’s golden Qi collided, fist and halberd clashing in a thunderous explosion.
It was as if the asteroid were about to collapse under the power of the two, the formations maintaining a thin atmosphere around the
fortress trembling.
“You’ve improved!” Fan roared, pushing Zhentian back and creating space between them.
“You haven’t. Your cultivation has grown, but your strength is as pitiful as your honor!” Zhentian didn’t let the fattie recover, quickly
lunging forward once more, landing a second blow on Fan’s halberd, sending him flying backward like a cannonball, striking a small hill and
reducing it to dust.
Increasing one’s cultivation based on unorthodox arts didn’t necessarily make a cultivator weak.
In reality, unorthodox cultivators were often stronger than orthodox ones at the same level and with the same talent.
But the problem was that they often became dependent on these arts.
When this turned into an addiction and the cultivator lost control,
they became weak.
“Brother Zhentian-” Fan stood up, growling with rage.
“Don’t call me brother, you filthy pig!” Zhentian appeared above him,
punching again.
This time, Fan couldn’t raise his weapon in time, and the punch landed directly on his face.
The fat man’s head sank into the stone, his body trembling and a crack spreading dozens of meters around.
“You’ve tarnished the name of the Cosmic Dawn Sect, tried to do horrible things to our beloved junior sister, and still dare to call me brother?” Zhentian raised his fist one last time.
“Never again utter my name with that filthy mouth of yours.”
Qingyi turned his face just in time to see a golden explosion engulf the horizon, a terrifying Qi descending upon the pirates who were
still alive.
Many tried to flee, running toward the ships docked at the fortress’s shipyards.
“Oh… you’re not getting away!” Qingyi unleashed the fourth form of the Tempest Monarch’s sword art, over a thousand thunderous Qi swords surging around him.
He pointed a single finger toward the ships that were taking off in a hurry, their Qi shields still off.
A smile spread across his face as he launched all the ethereal swords
at once.
Impressed gasps echoed beside him, everyone focused on the swords that broke the speed of sound in a single moment, piercing the ships’ armor and striking the engines, explosions of Qi engulfing everything. Soon, ten ships crashed to the ground, the pirates screaming in pain and despair as they were swallowed by the explosions of the Qi batteries and engines that powered it.
‘How many did I kill just there? A thousand? Two thousand?’ Qingyi thought, placing his hands behind his back in a relaxed posture.
He was curious to see how Zhentian would calculate the rewards, and even more curious to know how much he would receive.
He shouldn’t earn less than a few hundred spirit crystals, considering how many pirates he had killed, right?
Zhentian might be the most powerful of the group, but the disciples who watched the battle saw it clearly.
On his own, Qingyi had easily killed thirty percent of the pirates
there.
With over ten thousand pirates killed and only three disciples fallen, that battle had been a huge victory.