The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 629 - 358 Help!_2

Needless to say, this was another kick against a steel plate. The Plague Demon, tortured by thoughts of the pain inflicted, realized it had once again underestimated its opponent, taking a tiger for a foolish pig to chew on, and not getting bitten in return would be the real surprise! It couldn’t even be bothered to make a last-ditch effort and turned to flee. Now the wisp of green smoke was less than the size of a palm, and its color was so faint it seemed as if a single gust of wind would make it dissipate into nothingness... Even though it was a spirit monster that had lived since the Middle Ages until now, being abused by several dozen people in turn had left it as fragile as a candle in the wind, about to crumble, to the point where Ning Xiaoxian felt that just one more breath from her could snuff out its life.

However, the creature was indeed fast when it fled. She couldn’t bother with niceties anymore, and took a large gulp of Golden Chicken’s crown blood and "*puh*" spat it out. She had channeled her Divine Power into it, and as the blood mist sprayed out, it firmly shrouded the last bit of green smoke.

This mouthful of Golden Chicken blood became the last straw that broke the camel’s back. The Plague Demon let out a reluctant screech, also its last scream in this world, then turned into white vapor, twirling and dissipating between heaven and earth. The scream was so earth-shatteringly powerful that it caused the ground to tremble several times.

Just then, the black-clothed lackey who had been standing obediently beside Young Master Qingji and behind Xing Da suddenly turned his head and glanced over here.

It was just a glance. Yet Ning Xiaoxian felt as if he had seen through all her actions. This man’s face was plain to the extreme, indistinguishable in a crowd, but his eyes were like a venomous snake choosing its next victim. With one stare she felt a chill all over, her back sweating and her limbs going weak.

Since her advancement in Divine Skills, only Bai Qing, the Sect Leader of Chaoyun Sect, had given her this kind of sensation. It was the vast chasm projected by status and power, realm and strength. Even with her firm Dao Heart, only by utilizing the Insight Heart Method could she find some relief.

The black-clothed man gave her a glance, seemingly a bit startled, then a puzzled light flashed through his eyes, as if pondering something.

At that moment, Young Master Qingji suddenly cried out that deafening "Help!"

The black-clothed man immediately withdrew his gaze.

In the center of the area, Young Master Qingji had already finished calling for help, and everything went quiet, even Miluo showed a rare look of surprise, holding his breath.

Though this elder brother was ambitious yet lacked talent, he was always proud and not spineless. Uttering such a disgraceful cry must have been for a reason.

But after a few seconds, the arena was still silent, without the slightest sign of disturbance.

Everyone’s gaze towards Young Master Qingji was so strange that it made his face turn red.

Right at that time, the black-clothed man near him suddenly turned his head back and said indifferently, "I have been right here all along; there’s no need for you to shout so loudly." Having said that, he grabbed Qingji’s collar from behind and casually flung him out. The direction he was thrown in was precisely where Ning Xiaoxian had just been hiding.

Everyone treated him as if he were insignificant cannon fodder, yet Qingji was actually seeking help from this very cannon fodder?

But if the man was standing right by his side, did Young Master Qingji need to howl so loudly to summon him?

The only explanation was that Young Master Qingji didn’t know he was right by his side. What kind of illogical nonsense was this? Miluo subconsciously analyzed the situation but didn’t think further due to the black-clothed man’s actions. No need for his order, his followers had already started to intercept.

The black-clothed man suddenly revealed a sly smile. Standing behind Xing Da, he suddenly pulled out something pitch black, as if crushed in an instant, then pressed it against the back of Xing Da’s head. This sudden move was so unexpected that even someone as skilled as Xing Da couldn’t avoid it.

Xing Da’s face suddenly turned ghastly pale. His mustache, already white, now seemed frosted over with snow, yet his pupils turned into vertical green slits, unspeakably eerie. In stark contrast, a dark shadow suddenly rose behind him, like the head of a tiger or the face of a leopard, writhing and squirming as if alive.

The black-clothed man pointed towards Miluo and the others, casually saying, "Stop them." Then without looking back, he chased after Young Master Qingji.

Upon his command, Xing Da let out an inhuman roar and drew another sword from his Sword Pouch, wielding both swords to intercept. As a middle-stage Mahayana human cultivator, he faced at least four cultivators whose combat power was not lesser than his, in addition to Miluo’s trusted aides, yet he showed no fear. With a light touch of both swords, seven points of sword light shot out, like the Big Dipper in the sky, directly aiming at everyone.

The sword light representing "Ziwei" struck first against one of the cultivator’s Magic Artifacts and detonated with a loud boom, reducing half of the man to nothingness.

Only then did the rest take the battle seriously, displaying their Divine Skills to combat him. Xing Da’s vertical pupils gleamed green, striking with fierce and ruthless Divine Skills, showing no consideration for his own safety. In those few dozen seconds, he singularly entangled over a dozen people in the arena, masterfully wielding the two treasure swords, creating a sky full of starlight, revealing both brilliance and tragic valor amidst the splendor.

He was robust in cultivation, and now, like a rampaging tiger, he seemed to have squeezed out all his Divine Power, essence, and vitality, actually preventing the others from crossing the Thunder Pond threshold.

What terrifying methods and cruel heart the black-clothed man possessed, to so easily sacrifice a Mahayana cultivator. Miluo watched him, his expression flickering.

The dark shadow above Xing Da’s head, as if howling silently, gradually faded. After persisting for several dozen seconds, the shadow finally let out a reluctant roar and dissipated. And like a man whose adrenaline rush had worn off, Xing Da’s energy suddenly drained, his sword dropping, and was struck on the top of the skull by Shi Wuya, an expert Mahayana cultivator, with a handprint. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and Monthly Tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)