Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 308 - 284 Conclusion, Part 2

On the vast wasteland away from Citong.

The sea is on the right, and the dark forest is on the left.

In front is the gradually brightening golden horizon, where clouds and mountains connect, and a large area is slowly being illuminated.

Zhu Wanguo, along with Han Jia, Ping’Er, and a group of more than a dozen swift body technique experts from the secret sect, headed toward another secret sect base.

None of them looked back, burying their heads in an all-out sprint, fearing that some might catch up from behind.

Suddenly, Zhu Wanguo halted abruptly, stopping in his tracks.

"Watch your step!" he shouted in warning.

But he was a step too late.

With a swish, a large net suddenly lifted from the ground, trapping at least half of them.

The few who weren’t caught immediately drew their sabers and slashed forward.

But hidden weapons were flying densely around, interrupting their actions.

The few began desperately blocking the hidden weapons, unable to attend to the net.

Zhang Yunqi slowly walked out from behind a reef, followed by Zhang Zhenhai and three other Rebel Sect experts.

In this era, there were never a shortage of tragic souls whose families were ruined by Spirit People.

Thus, the Rebel Sect never lacked new recruits, their only concern being the newcomers’ trust.

Among these experts now, one had just joined.

"Let’s finish this quickly." Zhang Yunqi said calmly, leaping forward towards Zhu Wanguo.

But as he moved, he didn’t expect Zhu Wanguo to suddenly dodge to the right.

Meanwhile, the two women beside him recklessly charged at him face-on.

The three exchanged a dozen moves, Ping’Er and Han Jia simultaneously groaned in pain, flying backward, retreating several steps on the beach.

One had a bloody gash on her face. The other’s right arm wrist was fractured, rapidly healing.

"Three Emptiness experts!! How could there be so many experts in Citong!?" The two were shocked.

But seeing Zhang Yunqi still wanting to pursue their master, they fiercely charged again.

Both were Spiritual Veins, swapping injuries without fear of dying, forcing Zhang Yunqi unable to end things quickly.

In a different location, facing the two alone, Zhang Yunqi could resolve them within thirty moves and then start the cycle of encirclement.

But now, the Thousand Teachings Alliance, also among the secret sect, were numerous.

Zhang Yunqi’s expertise and realm were far superior, yet the fearless style of the two caused brief hesitation, allowing Zhu Wanguo to seize the chance to break through the blockade, escaping towards the wild forest with the last two.

Boom!

A Rebel Sect expert tried to pursue but was shot in the chest by Zhu Wanguo, dying instantly.

Anger flashed in Zhang Yunqi’s eyes, raising his hand to throw a dart.

Suddenly, a warning surged in his heart, and he hurriedly retreated.

Puff!!!

Ping’Er cut off her own left arm, and from the severed wound, a massive silver thread shot out, sweeping through all living beings in a fan-shaped direction.

Within a range of over ten meters.

Regardless of Thousand Teachings Alliance or Rebel Sect, over a dozen experts were pierced through by the sweep.

Those bodies trembled, their skin shriveled rapidly where silver thread passed, like a thousand-year-old dry corpse losing moisture, turning black and withering to the ground.

But after this step, Ping’Er’s face turned ghostly pale, and she weakly fell to her knees.

Clearly, such a proactive spiritual explosion was a tremendous drain on her.

"You seek death!!" Zhang Yunqi, furious, leapt forward, palm directly hitting the opponent’s head.

Boom!

Ping’Er’s head burst, falling dead.

Han Jia screeched, holding a saber reversed against her chest, intending to do the same.

But Zhang Zhenhai struck her back heart with a palm, the powerful force rendering her weak, staggering forward and falling.

"Kill all others, take the believers, encircle and slaughter!! Avenge the deceased brothers and sisters!!" Zhang Zhenhai, with a fierce look, stepped forward, slicing Han Jia’s neck.

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Zhu Wanguo sprinted at full speed, not even knowing how he lost.

Everything went according to plan, he left nothing out and made no mistakes.

Why did this happen??

At dawn, a wisp of golden light appeared on the sky.

White mist filled the forest, with some woods being illuminated, turning green. Some remained dark.

An enigmatic feeling of yin-yang alternation, old and new cycles surged in Zhu Wanguo’s heart.

He didn’t understand why he felt this way.

But at this moment, despite fleeing, he was still captivated by such beauty.

Whiz!

Suddenly, he stopped, raising his hand to block the two subordinates behind from rushing forward.

"Young master?" The two nervously readied their sabers, checking around, already terrified like startled birds by earlier events.

In the forest, the white mist sank, flowing like a stream with the wind, just engulfing the trio to the waist.

Golden light flickered among the forest, fog enveloped the ground.

Ahead lay a slender stream and a straight wooden bridge.

Under the wooden bridge, water mist intertwined, all flowing left to right, momentarily dreamlike and ethereal, indistinguishable between dream or reality.

But Zhu Wanguo’s mind was clear, his eyes fixed straight ahead on the tall figure blocking the bridge’s other side.

In a pale blue robe cinched at the waist, with a blue jade double-leafed coronet, black hair draping shoulders, the aura majestic.

Most striking was the waist belt, copper in color, so wide one might mistake it for part of armor, embedded with an amber Tai Chi Diagram.

Zhu Wanguo focused on the other’s face.

That face, unsurprisingly, was a black mask. Aside from distinguishing the gender, nothing else could be discerned.

"Who are you!? Why block my path?" He didn’t think it was a mere coincidence the other appeared here.

Here in the wild mountains, with many fierce beasts, not even herbalists would normally appear, let alone someone deliberately blocking the bridge.

"You don’t even know who I am, yet dare to scheme so much?"

The person slowly stepped forward, treading on the wooden bridge.

The two were about ten meters apart, but as the other approached step by step, an overwhelming sense of inescapable pressure engulfed them.

Even though all other directions were unobstructed for Zhu Wanguo’s group, this illusion surged from the depths of their hearts.

"Kill!!" In an instant, the two behind Zhu Wanguo lunged forward, swinging two sword lights toward the person’s chest.

There was only seven or eight meters between them now.

For masters, seven or eight meters could be crossed in an instant, but the sword lights unexpectedly fell short.

They had clearly calculated the distance to strike the opponent, but at the last moment, somehow missed by a sliver.

Swish!

A large hand suddenly sliced across the two men’s throats.

No blood was drawn; their necks were simply crushed and severed.

With two muffled thuds, they struggled briefly on the ground before falling silent. Their heads hung like broken toys, connecting only by skin.

"Trying to kill me... no matter who you are! You’re not worthy!!!"

Zhu Wanguo didn’t look at the bodies on the ground; instead, he stared intently at the person before him.

Swish!

He tapped the ground with his foot, vanishing from his original spot, reappearing silently at the opponent’s side with a blade aimed at their waist.

This move was a core technique from the Demon Eagle Teaching, a Limit-Breaking Skill within the Eagle Mist Skill.

It employed a special body technique for rapid movement, a predatory strike, the short blade resembling an eagle’s talon capturing its prey.

The technique was simple; its only feature was speed!

Extraordinarily fast!

The path of the Demon Eagle was known for rapid body techniques and ruthlessly vicious moves.

At his current Super Grade level, using the technique and the treasured blade Autumn Rain,

caught off guard, the opponent would be seriously injured regardless of their defensive method.

Because, as long as they tried to block, the sharpness of the Autumn Rain Saber could penetrate through and transmit poison into their wounds.

If they were injured even slightly... there would be a chance!

Zhu Wanguo was incredibly focused, his mind intensely concentrated, feeling as if this strike flowed like a rushing stream, reaching the peak state of his past martial skills training.

Unfortunately.

Clang!!

The blade of the Autumn Rain Saber was knocked aside by a palm from the side.

An immense force, like a spring surge, transmitted to Zhu Wanguo’s body.

His pupils shrank, and he immediately decided.

’Extreme State: Mingkong Dao!’

His entire body inflated, back muscles rising swiftly, resembling wings folding behind.

’Limit-Break: Ethereal Without a Trace!’

’Limit-Break: Condensed Sun Anchoring Qi!’

’Limit-Break: Fiery Jade Finger!’

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Wanguo’s body appeared distorted, his legs swelling rapidly.

His skin darkened, lines of bizarre blood patterns emerging. Muscles surged like a flowing stream from his legs upward.

Then the chest, abdomen, and back, countless feather-like blood patterns surfaced all over, muscles bulging, pouring like a current into his right arm, right hand, index finger!

At that instant, all his strength converged at one point, shooting forward like lightning.

Boom!!!!

That finger was caught by Zhang Rongfang’s right hand, firmly stopping inches from his chest.

"Truly impressive."

Zhang Rongfang lifted his head, the edges of his pitch-black pupils crowded with blood vessels rapidly gathering along the whites of his eyes.

"Just a bit more, and you could have killed me...."

Zhu Wanguo felt his hair stand on end, coldness enveloping him, his heart constricting, trying to pull his hand back with all his might, but it was too late.

An intense sense of threat swept over his entire body.

Boom!!

His defending left hand was struck directly by a shadowy fist, the powerless arm cast aside, leaving an open space.

A waterfall-like black light surged into the gap, striking him center chest.

A massive explosion rang out, Zhu Wanguo’s body flying back like a cannonball, crossing the open ground and crashing into a tree.

Puff!

His back arched, head tilted back as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The center of his chest caved deeply, leaving a clear fist imprint.

Around the fist mark, redness rapidly spread, blood from internal injuries rushing in.

The rustling leaves flew, as Zhang Rongfang leisurely approached. He had just entered the Extreme State, not even employing a Limit-Breaking Skill, just a regular move.

The outcome was the end of all.

Standing in front of the other person, he felt disappointed.

"You have potential. If you could worship a deity.... it might be more interesting...."

"What a pity...."

He abruptly lifted his hand, pointing a finger at the opponent’s brow.

Just then, Zhu Wanguo opened his mouth to spit.

A silver flash shot from his mouth, piercing toward Zhang Rongfang’s chest.

The silver flash was a nail.

At such proximity, the nail moved extremely fast and was highly concealed, but...

With a crisp ding, it pierced the protective armor, attempting to go further, yet embedded firmly in Zhang Rongfang’s robe, with no more penetration.

Puff.

Zhang Rongfang’s finger landed on the opponent’s brow, gently dissipating the qi and blood in their head. Then, he moved his fingers in succession, lightly tracing over the opponent’s arm and hand joints.

Following a series of cracking sounds, Zhu Wanguo’s head tilted, completely losing consciousness.

Carrying the person, Zhang Rongfang looked around one last time, confirming no other masters were present.

Ultimately, still disappointed, he leaped away.