75: Chapter 75: Condensing Meridians Instantly Kills Spirit Pills!

Zhao Ruoan patted the two chattering maidservants beside him.

"Stop looking."

His voice was very calm.

"There is an ambush ahead."

"Ah?"

The faces of the two maidservants turned instantly pale, and their excitement and novelty from the previous moment were replaced by a chilling fear.

They instinctively clenched their fists, standing side by side in front of Zhao Ruoan to shield him.

"Young Lord, run quickly, we will hold them off!"

Zhao Ruoan felt somewhat helpless, yet also warmed at heart.

With your cultivation that has just broken through to the Pulse Condensation Realm, who could you possibly hold off?

At that very instant, dozens of dazzling rays of light erupted from the peak of the mountain below.

Blade lights, Sword Qi, fist imprints, and spiritual attacks of various forms swept towards the crane like an overwhelming torrent.

Before the attacks even approached, the violent gale had already torn the surrounding clouds into shreds.

"Go!"

Zhao Ruoan gave a low shout, grabbing the waists of the two maidservants with one arm each.

With a light tap of his toes on the crane's back, his entire figure drifted dozens of zhang to the side.

The Cloud Tracking Step was driven by him to its absolute limit.

The next breath.

That exceptionally majestic crane was instantly swallowed by the tsunami-like torrent of attacks without even being able to emit a miserable cry.

Flesh and feathers exploded in mid-air, transforming into a patch of mournfully beautiful blood mist.

In mid-air, Zhao Ruoan embraced the two shaken maidservants, his figure hovering steadily.

He lowered his head to glance at that falling clump of blood mist, and when he raised his head again, his face was already covered in a sheet of icy coldness.

"Today, none of you can leave."

His voice clearly spread across the entire mountain.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Figures in black robes soared into the sky from all over the mountain, surrounding the three of them tightly.

The two leaders possessed powerful auras that far surpassed the others by a wide margin.

"Two in the Middle Stage of the Spirit Pill Realm, thirteen in the Spirit Sea Realm."

Qiuyin reported the opponent's lineup with a trembling voice, her heart sinking to the bottom of the valley.

It is over.

With this lineup, let alone them, even if the Sect Head and Elders of an ordinary Sect came, they would still meet their demise on the spot.

This was fundamentally a fatal trap!

Zhao Ruoan sized up this group of black-robed people; the cold and decaying aura on their bodies, as well as their uniform standard black robes...

...reminded him of an old case recorded in the Sect's archives.

Several years ago, a small Sect was once wiped out completely, and the culprits were just such a group of black-robed people who called themselves the Nether Cult.

So it was you all.

"You certainly have quite a big mouth."

The leading Protector of the Spirit Pill Realm let out a hoarse laugh. He had originally thought that Zhao Ruoan was able to hover in the air by borrowing some Magic Treasure, but he hadn't expected it to be entirely through his own cultivation.

This made him somewhat surprised, but even more so, filled with disdain.

"Is this the prestige of an Immortal Emperor's Personal Disciple?"

"Stop wasting breath on him, long nights bring many dreams, let's go together and crush him!"

Another female Protector's voice was sharp, appearing very impatient.

At her command, more than a dozen Spirit Sea Realm Cultivators and two Spirit Pill Realm powerhouses simultaneously stimulated their spiritual power, their Killing Intent soaring into the heavens.

"Young Lord!"

Qiuyin and Xiamo were so anxious they were about to cry, preparing to burn their blood essence for a desperate struggle.

"Don't panic."

Zhao Ruoan gently pushed them behind him.

"Leave those thirteen Spirit Sea Realm ones to you to practice your hands; consider it your first actual combat assessment."

"As for these two Spirit Pill Realm ones, I'll take them."

His tone was calm, as if he were not assigning a life-and-death battle, but rather arranging an ordinary Sect spar.

Qiuyin and Xiamo were both stunned.

The crowd from the Nether Cult opposite them was also stunned.

Is this brat crazy or stupid?

"Arrogant!"

The female Protector let out an angry shout and launched the attack first.

Zhao Ruoan ignored their reactions.

He simply slowly exhaled a breath, and the Great Dao Scripture within his body circulated frantically.

An aura several times more formidable than before violently erupted from within his body.

Hum!

On the surface of his skin, strands of mysterious and complex dark golden tiger patterns emerged, and an archaic, tyrannical pressure swept outward.

The cultivation aura of the Middle Stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm climbed step by step at this moment, directly breaking through the barrier of the Pulse Condensation Realm and reaching a level that everyone found incomprehensible.

Where on earth is this the Pulse Condensation Realm?

This fucking thing is an ancient Vicious Beast wearing the skin of the Pulse Condensation Realm!

"What the hell is this thing!"

That female Protector's heart was filled with great terror, but her offensive had already been unleashed and could not be retracted.

Zhao Ruoan moved.

His figure disappeared in place.

It wasn't extreme speed, but a true, genuine disappearance.

The next moment, he appeared in front of that female Protector.

Fast.

Fast to a degree that could not be described by any vocabulary.

He ignored the Spiritual Artifact longsword slashed by the other party and simply delivered a single punch.

On his fist, the dark golden tiger patterns flickered with an ominous glow.

Crack!

The fist and the sword edge collided.

That longsword of the Low Grade Spiritual Artifact level emitted a mournful cry and snapped in the middle.

The violent power passed through the broken sword and solidly smashed onto the female Protector's protective Spiritual Qi.

The protective Spiritual Qi shattered upon impact, just like something made of paper.

Puff!

The female Protector acted as if she had suffered a heavy blow, her entire body wildly spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood in mid-air.

"Careful!"

The other male Protector seized this opening, his figure circling behind Zhao Ruoan like a ghost as a poisoned dagger thrust straight toward his heart.

This slash was sinister, vicious, and tricky in its angle.

However, the blade edge pierced through empty air.

Zhao Ruoan before his eyes slowly faded; it turned out to be merely an afterimage.

"Not good! Third sister, he is on your side!"

The male Protector cried out in alarm.

That severely injured female Protector had just stabilized her figure and hadn't even had time to catch her breath when she felt a fatal crisis envelop her.

Zhao Ruoan did not know when, but he had once again appeared before her.

This time, there was an extra longsword in his hand that was pitch-black all over, flowing with specks of starlight.

"The Mortal World is like a dream."

He softly uttered those four words.

An invisible Sword Intent spread outward, and that female Protector only felt her vision blur, as if she saw the scene of herself playing with her parents in a mortal village when she was young.

Warm, peaceful, making her unwilling to wake up.

Her mind experienced a split second of trance.

When experts exchange blows, an instant is eternity.

"A single thought empties all."

Zhao Ruoan's second sword had arrived.

The sword light was like a waterfall, continuous and unending, sealing off all her routes of evasion.

When she awoke in shock from the illusion and forcefully changed her moves to resist, everything was already too late.

Pchw.

The black longsword accurately swept across her neck.

A beautiful head soared into the sky.

Fresh blood dyed the vast sky red.

A powerhouse in the Middle Stage of the Spirit Pill Realm had fallen!

From Zhao Ruoan's eruption to slaying one person, the entire process took no more than two or three short breaths.

The male Protector who was preparing to provide backup nearby completely froze in place.

He watched his companion's headless corpse slowly fall, and then looked at the youth standing with sword in hand.

A chill rushed straight from the soles of his feet to his crown.

In his brain, there was only a blank expanse left.

This... this is impossible!

A Pulse Condensation Realm Cultivator killed someone in the Middle Stage of the Spirit Pill Realm in two moves?

What the fuck kind of monster is this?

He felt that his worldview was completely shattered at this moment.