Chapter 752: Chapter 752
Jiang Dali furrowed his brow and pinched the Great Vajra Wheel Seal, uttering the True Mantra in a deep voice, "Lin!"
This low shout of the mantra, along with the spread of Jiang Dali’s Divine Intent, instantly scattered the formerly oppressive atmosphere without a trace.
Its mysterious effect was something only those who experienced it could truly understand.
Murong Qingqing and the others all relaxed their faces, their expressions easing.
However, their hearts soon tightened again, as they discerned the sound of something approaching rapidly through the nearby passageway using sound to judge position.
"Is it the Fire Qilin!?"
Startled, Bai Ting instinctively stepped back, feeling slightly safer behind Jiang Dali’s broad back.
Both Nie Renwang and Murong Qingqing were on high alert, but Nie Renwang soon looked puzzled, "No, it’s not the Fire Qilin. By the sound of footsteps, it seems to be humans, several of them."
Jiang Dali also looked puzzled.
Were there others inside Lingyun Cave besides them?
Could there be some righteous people who had entered Lingyun Cave to trouble the Fire Qilin?
But that seemed unlikely.
Bai Ting breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a wave of shame and annoyance, upset that he had been scared earlier.
At that moment, a figure darted from the opposite passage like an arrow, exuding a sinister and evil aura as it rapidly approached.
Those blood-red eyes staring at everyone were filled with hostility and madness, distinctly striking.
Taking advantage of the light produced by Bai Ting, Jiang Dali saw the approaching figure and his heart jumped, his expression changing slightly, "Something is wrong with him!"
"I’ll handle this! Stop playing tricks, stand still!"
Bai Ting shouted angrily, as if to regain his lost face, he took the initiative to rush forward. In a swift motion, he drew out the Yuan Yang Blade from his waist and burst forth with a sky full of crimson blade shadows, slicing towards the approaching figure.
Unexpectedly, the oncoming figure’s expression did not change at all. He did not even blink at the sky full of crimson blade shadows, instead using his body to meet them head-on.
Instantly, the sound of blades piercing flesh, even resembling the tearing of metal sheets, erupted.
The figure, seemingly impervious to pain, roared and struck unexpectedly from an unexpected angle, his claw cleaving through the wall-like blade shadows and landing on Bai Ting’s astonished defensive right palm.
Bai Ting’s face reddened, and he grunted, stepping back half a step.
The frenzied figure, spewing blood from his body, suddenly threw an ordinary iron ball.
Without thinking, Bai Ting raised his blade to meet it. With a ’puff’, the iron ball abruptly exploded, silver light dazzling, as countless tiny shining blade pieces shot out rapidly.
Bai Ting roared, flinging his hands out, and the power of Heaven and Earth swept back, forming a ring of blade light like a flaming tornado that knocked away all the blades. He took a step forward, circling around the frenzied figure.
"Bang Bang Bang"—a series of explosive sounds!
Blood and the smell of scorched flesh erupted.
As Bai Ting retreated, the tornado-like blade light retracted.
The frenzied figure was now skinless, his body burning with fierce flames on the ground.
Bai Ting exhaled, frowned, and glanced coldly at the bizarre man on the ground, then turned back to look at Jiang Dali and the others.
But he saw all three had cold expressions, not even looking at him, just staring at the bizarre dead body on the ground.
Seeing the blade pieces scattered at the feet of the three, Bai Ting thought of the blades he had just knocked away and felt a bit proud but also slightly embarrassed.
"This person had the Thousand-blade Meteor Shower Hidden Weapon... This is a Tang Sect member."
Jiang Dali walked over with a stern face to examine the body being consumed by flames.
He could vaguely see strange scales on the skin of the corpse’s body through the flames, but the specific facial features and characteristics had been obscured by the burning.
Murong Qingqing, holding her breath against the smell of roasted meat entering her nose and clutching an ancient zither tightly in her arms, questioned, "How did this person turn out , and why did he suddenly attack us?"
Jiang Dali was about to speak when several quick whooshing sounds approached, and from the energy, they seemed even more powerful.
Bai Ting was about to step forward again to prove himself.
Jiang Dali had already moved, charging like a wild bull toward the noisy passage.
His metal War Boots stomped on the ground, cracking the dark, hard surface.
The terrifying force propelled Jiang Dali forward like a cannonball, his roaring sprint even causing a booming sound, as if thunder were rolling heavily.
Bai Ting’s face changed dramatically, feeling only a fierce wind brushing past his face, almost lifting his hairpins, leaving only a black cloak fluttering past him.
Just then, a tall and burly strange figure appeared from another passage.
Its eyes blood-red, and as it appeared, it instinctively let out a violent, emotionless roar.
However, the next moment, it saw a gigantic fist rapidly enlarging in front of its eyes.
It let out a desperate roar, its instinct to survive instantly awakened, stimulating it to try and shake off the evil power within its body. Its muscles swelled, scales mixed in its skin suddenly catching fire, exerting all its strength toward the blurry figure charging at it.
It fiercely thrust the short sword in its hand.
It stabbed through thin air.
In the next instant, a fist enveloped in dense air currents struck its chest in a flash, shattering its chest like a tofu pudding stall, creating a huge hole nearly splitting its torso in two.
It was flung back with a speed greater than its approach, violently slamming into the stone walls of the passage, sending shockwaves rippling out, shaking the tunnel severely.
Bai Ting’s eyes widened, his body as if petrified.
At that moment, beast-like roars came from both passages to the left and right as two more eerie figures charged out.
Murong Qingqing barely opened her mouth.
Jiang Dali turned around, took a deep breath, expelling a gust of air from his nostrils, lowered his head sharply, and with slightly bent legs, he powerfully sprung forward from the ground!
The ground trembled violently, the gravel pulverized into powder.
The hot fierce wind violently swept up.
The two figures that appeared in the central passage had no chance to dodge and were struck by the blurry figure of Jiang Dali moving at high speed, their bodies brutally torn apart by the ferocious Bull Horn Helmet.
Amidst a series of teeth-gritting bursts of loud cracking sounds,
the two figures’ bodies were punctured and torn in an instant, then blasted away by the fierce impact, like two bowling balls smashed open, viciously falling onto the corridors on either side with a splash of blood, landing with a thud.
Jiang Dali’s heavy metal War Boots hit the ground.
He expressionlessly grabbed the cloak behind him, wiped the blood off his face, and shook off the bloody stench from his body.
Then he walked over to the two bodies now split into four pieces, bending down to closely inspect the still intact faces of these strange creatures.
Nearby, Bai Ting and Murong Qingqing both had their mouths slightly open in shock, feeling as if electric currents were continuously surging into their bodies, their hearts palpating intensely.
It was too neat and efficient.
They had only seen Jiang Dali sprint back and forth a couple of times.
And the enemies that appeared in the corridor had all been cleaned up like trash.
It was simply... a thorough instant kill.
So fierce, truly too fierce!
"Cough! I didn’t even get a chance to make a move!"
Nie Renwang waved the Snow Blade in his hand, shaking his head.
"I didn’t even use much strength, and they went down."
Jiang Dali smiled faintly, "Come over and look, these people seem to be from the Tang Sect..."
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