Chapter 1 The Torrential Rain at the Mortuary

Heavy rain poured down on the mortuary, accompanied by thunder and lightning in the night sky, and the howling of the wind in the ten-mile-long burial ground.

Who?

Everyone inside and outside the mortuary felt a chill in their hearts.

The voice didn't seem to come from the air but directly from their hearts. No one knew who was speaking.

"There's another expert?!"

The old eunuch's pupils shrank, and a bolt of lightning exploded in his eyes.

Crack!

The night sky roared with thunder, illuminating the mortuary inside and out.

It illuminated Yan Xiake's astonished face in front of the mortuary gate, and also reflected the cold, gradually stiffening face of the Black Flag cavalry wielding their hellish sabers nearby.

A few dozen feet was no distance for cavalry.

They could reach him with a step and a swing of their blades!

But at this moment, they felt as if time had stopped.

Because, in the instant the lightning flashed, a figure suddenly appeared before the mortuary.

The person was of medium height and build, neither fat nor thin. Rain lashed against his cloak. With a single step, a shocking scene unfolded.

Bang!

The thunder from the ground was even louder than the thunder dancing in the sky.

In an instant, a surge of air rolled back and shot into the sky, lifting the torrential rain several feet high, as if an invisible罩子 (zhàozi, cover) had suddenly appeared on the ground, repelling all the rain.

Then, the ground seemed to become a complete water surface, ripples spreading like waves, stirring up mud.

Neigh~

The well-trained warhorses cried out in horror.

Because their hooves, which could run, cross, and climb mountains as if on flat ground, suddenly sank into the mud, reaching their bellies!

No matter how well-trained or how strong they were, they were completely unable to move forward.

Extreme motion turned into extreme stillness!

Under the powerful inertia, the cavalrymen were thrown forward, and the horses in the rear couldn't dodge, crashing heavily into the horses in front.

Men and horses were overturned!

Truly overturned!

The voice that echoed in their hearts seemed to have not yet faded, and in the muddy ground dozens of feet in front of the mortuary, men and horses were already lying on the ground.

The air filled with the stench of blood, and the neighing of horses and the howls of men were endless.

"It's him?"

Yan Xiake and Yun Qian'er, who was being held hostage, both changed their expressions, recognizing the back of the person who had come.

It was the owner of this mortuary, seemingly called An Qisheng.

Yan Xiake's expression was deeply shaken.

It was the same person, but in less than half an hour, a tremendous change had taken place.

The previous An Qisheng, although he felt somewhat mysterious and suspected that he was not an ordinary person, looked too young and had no fluctuations of mana, so he only thought of him as a martial arts expert.

But now, it was completely different.

In his eyes, the young man stood tall, but seemed to be one with the heaven and earth. He vaguely felt that the thunder and rain seemed to be for him, and the lightning and thunder were moving for him.

The infectious power was unbelievably great!

Could the spirit be so powerful?

Not only Yan Xiake, but the old eunuch in the rain also changed his expression, his eyes becoming solemn and wary.

Zheng zheng zheng~~~

As the horses fell in the mud, the cavalrymen rolling in the mud moved again.

These cavalrymen waded through the mud, their blades flashing past, pulling out sharp, wailing sounds in the air.

The fierce baleful aura rolled and stirred, sweeping towards An Qisheng!

These cavalrymen were undoubtedly elites. Even in the absence of any preparation, their attacks were natural and reached the most tacit understanding.

The angles of the swords of the dozens of people had no overlap, and there was no panic. It was as if a person with a dozen arms was attacking at the same time!

The ferocity made Yan Xiake hold his breath.

The mana aura of a Qi cultivator is not invincible. He could vaguely see the light of talismans, which had obviously been specially blessed and could break through the mana aura!

If a Qi cultivator relied on his mana aura without dodging, the end would inevitably be dismemberment by the chaotic blades.

"Not good!"

The thought had just flashed through his mind when Yan Xiake's heart skipped a beat.

Because under the forest-like light of the blades, An Qisheng really didn't dodge!

"The art of the saber, isn't just about having murderous intent."

Under the light of the blades, An Qisheng glanced at the Yin Yang heads (a Qing Dynasty hairstyle) of these cavalrymen, which made him feel a little disgusted, and spoke lightly.

As the sound waves rolled, he raised his arm.

Whoosh!

His movements were neither fast nor slow, and he couldn't see the slightest subtlety. This stretch of his hand into the blade forest seemed like a death wish to everyone. They were afraid that his arm would be cut off in the next instant.

But in the next instant, an astonishing scene occurred.

As his arm stretched out, his fingers flicked, and the Qi flow under the night seemed to move like a real spirit snake.

Boom!

It was as if a dragon was roaring and howling, and a gust of wind and Qi surged instantly.

A dozen curved blades and half of their owners' arms were thrown into the rain.

Then, the earth-shattering screams had not yet sounded when they were completely extinguished.

The inverted gust of wind, like the sharpest steel knife, completely pierced the bodies of all the rushing cavalry.

Blood flowed, and broken bones flew!

With a horizontal push of his palm, the gust of wind was like a dragon, instantly sweeping away all the cavalrymen who had attacked and those who had not.

"Hundred-Step Divine Fist?!"

The old eunuch's eyes moved.

He could clearly perceive that there was no mana on the young man's body, but when he pushed out this palm, the Qi flow in the void was as if it were tangible, allowing him to manipulate it at will. From more than ten feet away, he shattered the steel saber, tore the armor, and broke the bones.

This was clearly a legendary method of the martial world.

Crackling~

The broken limbs and blood mixed with the rain splashed on the ground.

Clap clap clap~

The old eunuch clapped his hands and laughed:

"I didn't expect to see the legendary Hundred-Step Divine Fist here..."

His hoarse, shrill voice echoed.

Although he was clapping and smiling, everyone could hear the mockery in his voice.

What about the Hundred-Step Divine Fist?

What about the legends of the martial world?

Without mana, it was just an ordinary mortal.

An Qisheng slowly lowered his arm, his eyes looking through the heavy rain at the old eunuch:

"And then?"

"Pity!"

The old eunuch's face turned cold, and the mana in his body shook and surged, a burst of Yin Qi suddenly rising, pulling out a ghost snake more than ten feet long in the night and rain, and crashing down:

"Today, you will be buried here!"

Woo woo~

The Yin wind howled, as if ghosts were crying, and a fierce and cold aura instantly swept over the sky and the earth.

In the huge mortuary, Yin Qi instantly filled the air, and the coffins suddenly trembled, as if something inside wanted to be resurrected. If the coffin nails were not holding them down, they would have broken free!

"Yin Snake Evil Art!"

Yan Xiake's eyelids twitched, and his long sword rang as he stepped forward:

"Brother An, this is the Yin Corpse Great Art of the Kan Water Sect, retreat quickly!"

"Hahaha!"

The old eunuch raised his arms, and the cold and fierce aura surged and rolled:

"You should all... Hmm?!"

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

The old eunuch's heart was pounding, and a cold and terrifying aura instantly stirred in his heart, the crisis rising to the peak?

How could this be?

What is it?

The old eunuch's eyes widened.

Outside the mortuary in the distance, An Qisheng looked indifferent, with a faint trace of mockery in his eyes.

Behind!

Behind me!

The old eunuch's body creaked and cracked, and he forcibly turned around, the raised Yin snake about to slap down.

Then, he saw the enemy behind him.

It was a white bone skeleton that was not very tall.

Boom!

The moment he saw the white bone skeleton, the old eunuch's heart exploded:

"The White Bone Demonic Fiend?! This is the White Bone Demonic Fiend of the Yi Xie Dao (Deviant Evil Path)!!"

The old eunuch's mind buzzed.

The White Bone Demonic Fiend did not pause.

In the instant the Yin snake danced and pounced, it had squeezed into the old eunuch's body within a few feet, and the cold and fierce mana aura collided.

Two white arms closed together, forcibly crushing the old eunuch's mana aura.

Then, the high head suddenly lowered, the jaw opened, and with one bite, it swallowed the old eunuch's head!

"Ah!!!"

A miserable and shrill roar flashed and died.

A trace of crimson flashed across the bones of the White Bone Demonic Fiend, and the old eunuch had completely become a mummy!

Crack!

Yan Xiake, who had taken a step, stopped abruptly, a curved saber under his feet crushed by him, but his eyes were already attracted by the white bone:

"White Bone Demonic Fiend?!"

Yan Xiake's voice suddenly became hoarse, and his mind was buzzing.

The Yi Xie Dao was a notorious evil path that shook the world back then, stirring up countless storms of blood and gore. Of course, he couldn't have never heard of it.

But he didn't expect that there would be such a White Bone Demonic Fiend in this small mortuary!

Sizzle~

A bolt of lightning flashed across the void.

Looking at An Qisheng, who slowly turned his head, his expression as indifferent as before, Yan Chixia's scalp felt a little numb.

He had just left a tiger's den and entered a wolf's lair.

"Ah!"

Inside the mortuary, many people screamed when they saw the shocking scene of the white bone swallowing people.

"Eunuch!"

Li Hua, who was holding Yun Qian'er hostage, was trembling at this time, and seemed to be frightened silly for a moment.

"Brother Yan."

An Qisheng's eyes swept over everyone's reactions, his expression indifferent as he looked at Yan Xiake, who was a few feet away from him in front of the mortuary:

"If I said that this White Bone Demonic Fiend was taken from me after I killed an evil cultivator, would you believe it?"

"I..."

Yan Xiake's body shook first, then relaxed:

"If someone else said it, I naturally wouldn't believe it, but since it was Brother An who said it, Yan will naturally believe it!"

A sword cultivator spends his life cultivating a single sword.

His magic is not as varied as other cultivators, and his fighting style is extremely monotonous, but a sword cultivator's perception is extremely strong. He could sense that An Qisheng's aura was as fresh as the mountains after the rain, and his temperament was like the rising sun.

If such a person's power came from the White Bone Demonic Fiend, he would never believe it.

After saying that, he turned around without any precautions, raised his long sword, and pointed it directly at Li Hua:

"Release her!"

"No! Impossible!"

Stimulated by the sword intent, Li Hua regained his senses and looked around with a ferocious expression:

"You killed Eunuch, I can't live, I can't live!

We're going to die anyway, let's die together!"

"No!"

The Yun family all changed their expressions.

Swoosh!

At this moment, a yellow shadow flashed past.

Li Hua's body stiffened, a large amount of blood spurted from his neck, and his good head rolled and fell into the muddy rain.