Some died, some gave up, and some continued their pursuit. The Spirit Origin on Wang Baole's body was so bright that it exceeded the concept of a torch. It was like a burning volcano, and any cultivator within a radius of two thousand miles could instantly sense it.
Those who were a bit further away didn't mind, but those who were a few hundred kilometers away felt the source of the Spirit Origin. Their hearts were filled with excitement, and even though they knew that it wouldn't work out, their greed, and the hope that there would be a chance, caused them to rush toward the source of the Spirit Origin.
For example, there were about seventy to eighty other disciples from the Galactic Dusk Sect in the vicinity. Although they were spread out and moved independently in the Mystic Luna Realm, at this moment, their eyes flashed with a cold glint as they sped towards the same location.
Apart from the Galactic Dusk Sect, there was also the Five Generation Sky Clan. Clearly, not all of the Five Generation Sky Clan disciples were aware of what was happening on the dark side of the moon. After all, the Five Generation Sky Clan was made up of many family clans, and there was competition and discord between them. Therefore, there were also many Five Generation Sky Clan disciples who were searching for opportunities and fragments in the mystic realm. When they sensed the Spirit Origin, they rushed in that direction in a frenzy.
It was the same for the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect. Apart from these three factions, there were also the descendants of the City Lord of the Senate and members of the various smaller factions affiliated with the Senate. Within a radius of two thousand miles, there were about a hundred people. Even though they were spread out, they made the same choice as the other factions and rushed in the direction of the Spirit Origin.
Among them, there were people of high status, such as Li Xiu. Apart from him, there were two others. One was the nephew of the City Lord of Heavenly Sky City, and the other was the nephew of the City Lord of Perpetual Joy City.
These two had always been domineering. They had also participated in the Ethereal Fruit Feast. Now that they were here, they were determined to reach Foundation Establishment. Now that they had sensed the Spirit Origin, how could they give up?
Just like that, the various factions gathered around Wang Baole, forming a huge whirlpool. The whirlpool rumbled as it spun, spreading out over a thousand miles.
And now, Wang Baole, who was at the center of this whirlpool, was whistling through the forest, silently counting the time. Although he did not care about life and death battles, he was not a bloodthirsty person. Therefore, if there was a way to resolve the current crisis without relying on killing, then that would be his first choice.
Originally, he had also planned to do the same. As long as he could find an opportunity to squeeze out three days of free time, he could immediately go to Foundation Establishment. However, although the idea was good, it was still somewhat troublesome to actually carry it out.
For example, right now, Wang Baole's eyes flashed as he sprinted. He raised his right hand and waved it behind him. Spirit Qi spread out, and electric arcs surrounded his right hand as he grabbed the flying sword that was whizzing towards him.
The flying sword was completely black, and there was a strange light on the blade. It seemed to contain a deadly poison. At this moment, Wang Baole was using his spiritual force to block it. There were also arcs of electricity moving around the flying sword. Without any hesitation, Wang Baole waved his right hand, and the flying sword flew back to where it came from …
All of this happened naturally and quickly. In an instant, a shrill scream came from the forest. Then, a figure rushed out of the forest, clutching his chest as he retreated rapidly.
However, before he could retreat far, the person's body trembled, and a blue light appeared all over his body. With a thump, he fell to the ground, dead.
A hole appeared in between his eyebrows, and the gray mosquito flew out directly, disappearing into the forest around Wang Baole.
"Another one." Wang Baole's expression was cold. He recognized the person's clothes and knew that he was a disciple of the Galactic Dusk Sect. Along the way, not counting the black-robed youth, this was already the seventh Galactic Dusk Sect disciple.
Each and every one of them had a strange appearance and were very good at hiding. They were also good at sneak attacks. If not for the vision of the mosquito, Wang Baole would not have been able to detect them so clearly.
Without looking at the corpse, Wang Baole was about to continue moving deeper into the forest when his eyes flashed, and he suddenly retreated. Almost at the same moment he retreated, dozens of beams of sorcery came rumbling from both sides. They were so fast that they directly pulverized the surrounding vegetation. The ground where Wang Baole was just a moment ago trembled, and vegetation flew in all directions.
If not for Wang Baole's quick reaction, he would have been hit by the dozens of sorcery spells.
The moment he retreated, more than twenty people charged out from both sides of the forest. Most of them were from the Five Generation Sky Clan. Although they were not from the same family clan as the ones Wang Baole had seen before, the murderous intent and greed in their eyes were no less obvious.
There was no nonsense between them. The moment they appeared, the twenty or so people charged at Wang Baole with greed. They had never met each other before, and there was no enmity between them. However, in this place, whoever held such a spiritual source item would become the enemy in the eyes of others! As for what would happen if they snatched it from Wang Baole, in the face of intense greed, these people did not seem to consider the consequences. They would think about it later after they had snatched it.
Wang Baole was not an indecisive person. Even if he did not have a penchant for killing, since he could not squeeze out three days, there was only one choice before him.
"Since I can't squeeze out time, I'll just have to kill my way out!" A vicious glint flashed in Wang Baole's eyes. As the twenty or so Five Generation Sky Clan disciples charged at him, he dashed out in a flash. His right hand formed a series of hand seals, and immediately, arcs of lightning exploded. Electromagnetic fields filled the air, forming swords of lightning that rumbled towards the crowd.
That was not the end. As the Deputy Pavilion Lord of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion, Wang Baole had many Numinous Treasures. Even though he had already expended some of them, they were still sufficient. With a wave of his hand, dozens of Flying Frost Swords and Self-Exploding Pearls appeared. In an instant, a deafening explosion shook the heavens and the earth, shaking the surroundings.
In the midst of the chaos, the twenty or so Five Generation Sky Clan disciples were filled with murderous intent. They took out their Numinous Treasures and executed their sorcery to defend themselves. Wang Baole moved. His movement was like the eruption of a lightning dragon. In an instant, there was a piercing sound as his silhouette flashed and appeared before one of them. Without any hesitation, he slammed into him.
No matter how the person's expression changed, how he retreated hastily, how he tried to defend himself, it was useless. Wang Baole slammed into his chest. Blood spurted from his mouth, and his chest caved in. He let out a shrill cry as his body flew backward like a kite with its string cut. Wang Baole did not stop. He turned around and kicked another person's crotch. Even though the person tried to block it with his right hand, it was useless.
With a cracking sound, the person's arm shattered. Then, Ye Xiwen's kick landed on the person's crotch. An inhuman scream reverberated in the air. The cultivator's body convulsed, and he died instantly.
After killing two people in a row, Wang Baole's murderous aura intensified. He knew very well that these people were out to kill him. In the current situation, it was either he or they would die!
"Kill!" Wang Baole roared and dashed out once again. He was so fast that wherever he passed, death would follow as he battled the twenty-odd people.
Half an hour later, the ground was littered with corpses. There were only two people left from the Five Generation Sky Clan. Their faces were pale, and their eyes were filled with fear and bewilderment. They seemed to have awakened from their previous frenzy and greed. They screamed and fled hastily.
Wang Baole was panting slightly. Although he did not sustain many injuries, fighting against more than twenty perfected True Breath experts had drained him greatly. However, this level of exhaustion was clearly far less than the backlash from a Dharmic Armament. It was within the limits of what Wang Baole could bear.
As for the two people who had fled, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. He had no intention of pursuing them. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a scream. Not long after, he heard another scream.
Wang Baole's eyes flashed. He had not given the order for the mosquitoes to pursue …
Soon, the gray mosquito flew over and hovered in front of Wang Baole. The mosquito's aura was clearly different after experiencing so many killings. If one were to sense it carefully, one could clearly sense the bloodlust that the gray mosquito was exuding.
For the first time, in front of Wang Baole, the mosquito let out a hum that seemed to carry a hint of enmity, as if it was about to retaliate. Almost at the same time that the hum sounded, the other nine mosquitoes around Wang Baole rushed over and surrounded him. They faced off against the gray mosquito with hostility.
"You were refined by me. How dare you harbor thoughts of betraying your master? You've grown bolder, haven't you? " Wang Baole snorted coldly. The scabbard in his body began to circulate. Immediately, a binding force emerged from nowhere and enveloped the gray mosquito. The mosquito trembled violently, and its body began to show signs of shattering!
As the owner of the scabbard, Wang Baole had the power to control the mosquito's fate!
After a long moment, the gray mosquito began to beg for mercy. This thought was clearly transmitted into Wang Baole's mind. A strange look appeared in his eyes as he retracted the power of the scabbard.
"If there's a next time, I'll break your mandibles!" Wang Baole said coolly. He turned and left with a flash.
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