"Bang!"
Xiao Chen's ferocious sword smashed into the back of the middle-aged man who was trying to escape. This sword was originally aimed at the middle-aged man's head, but the middle-aged man's reaction was fast enough to avoid the fatal blow. However, even if he was hit in the back, it would still be enough to make him suffer.
Sure enough!
"Ah!" The middle-aged cultivator let out a mournful shriek. His back was badly mutilated and blood spurted out like crazy. His huge body was sent flying by the huge impact from the back of the cultivator and he was sent flying into the room.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
A moment later, the sound of heavy objects crashing into each other could be heard from inside the room. It was obvious that this unlucky middle-aged man had made intimate contact with the furniture in the room.
Xiao Chen's attack succeeded, but he didn't take the opportunity to rush in. Instead, he retreated ten feet and stood there quietly. He was a little dissatisfied that he didn't manage to kill the middle-aged man in one strike. This was because he felt that the middle-aged man hadn't lost his ability to fight. In other words, the middle-aged man could still fight back.
"Son of a bitch! You dare to sneak attack me? I will make you wish you were dead! "
Sure enough, a moment later, the middle-aged man's incomparably angry roar could be heard from inside the room. It was like the roar of a ghost, causing one's heart to palpitate.
"Xiu!"
"Die!"
A gigantic figure shot out of the room, and with a cruel roar, the middle-aged warrior swung a broadsword at Xiao Chen, who was standing motionless outside. He wanted to cut Xiao Chen in half, and only then would he be able to vent the hatred in his heart.
"You want to kill me? You're not qualified! "
Xiao Chen neither dodged nor backed off. Instead, he swung the wooden sword in his hand in the opposite direction and smashed it towards the middle-aged man's broadsword. Halfway through the swing, the lusterless, pitch-black wooden sword suddenly radiated a three-foot-long black light. Like a divine sword of the netherworld, Xiao Chen viciously collided with the broadsword that was just inches away from him.
"Boom!"
The powerful broadsword and the even more powerful wooden sword collided. The cyan sword light and the black sword light naturally intertwined together. Immediately after, a terrifying energy explosion occurred. The center of the explosion was as dazzling as a raging flame. The heatwave also contained a bone-piercing murderous aura; it was extremely frightening.
Bang!
"Clang!"
Kacha!
…
Push the old and pull the rotten!
Xiao Chen's wooden sword clearly had the upper hand. It easily broke through the solid sword aura surrounding the broadsword and knocked the broadsword away. The wooden sword continued to rush forward and heavily hit the chest of the middle-aged warrior, who was standing with his chest puffed out. A series of scalp-numbing sounds rang out, and the middle-aged warrior was once again met with a tragic end.
"Ah —" This time, the middle-aged martial artist screamed even more miserably. It was even more terrifying than the screams of evil spirits. His huge body shot out like a cannonball towards a nearby building.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
With a series of banging sounds, the middle-aged warrior's body collided with the solid walls of the house. He then fell down, smashing many protruding corners of the house before finally landing heavily on the hard, cold ground. At this moment, his clothes were torn and tattered, and there was not a single piece of uninjured flesh on his body. Countless bones were broken, and his body was covered in blood. It was a tragic sight.
How could Xiao Chen be so strong? Could it be that he released the Demonification God's Gift?
The answer was obvious!
When Xiao Chen saw that his sword did not instantly kill the enemy, he immediately released the Demonic God's Gift. With his strength at the peak of the White Tiger realm, he was not strong enough to face a full-powered attack from a Blood Bear realm martial artist. Furthermore, the middle-aged warrior was at the third level of the Blood Bear realm. Even if the middle-aged warrior was severely injured, he was not someone that Xiao Chen could match without releasing the Demonic God's Gift.
"Da, da, da!"
After demonizing, Xiao Chen's aura was like a small mountain. He was incomparably powerful. The aura around his body was violent and chaotic. Black light flashed, and his blood-red eyes were as cold as a peerless ferocious beast. His long hair fluttered even though there was no wind. He began to walk with heavy, rhythmic steps towards the middle-aged warrior. The heavy wooden sword dragged along the ground, leaving a shallow but clear mark.
"Ah … Cough cough! Wooden sword? Demonic God's Gift? You … you are Xiao Chen! "
The middle-aged warrior was not completely dead yet. When he heard Xiao Chen's footsteps, he struggled to lift his bloody face and looked at the demonic god-like Xiao Chen who was walking towards him coldly. At this moment, his heart was filled with regret. He finally understood that he had misjudged and offended an important figure that he could not afford to offend. From Xiao Chen's wooden sword and the Demonic God's Gift, he had guessed Xiao Chen's identity.
Xiao Chen did not say anything and continued to walk towards the middle-aged warrior. He was cold and merciless. He would not let go of such a vicious warrior like the middle-aged warrior. Being merciful to the enemy was being cruel to oneself. After experiencing countless battles of life and death, Xiao Chen naturally would not make such a low-level mistake.
"Pfff!"
The middle-aged warrior suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood, dying the floor in front of him red. It was a ghastly sight!
He had heard of Xiao Chen's God of Slaughter and knew that Xiao Chen would not let him go. He sighed in his heart and revealed an ugly smile of helplessness and fear. He then used a hoarse voice to plead, "Xiao Chen, please give me a quick death."
At this time, Xiao Chen had already walked in front of the middle-aged warrior. His blood-red eyes looked down at the miserable middle-aged warrior at his feet. After a moment, Xiao Chen coldly said, "I will grant your wish. In your next life, be an upright man."
"Pfff!"
The sword in his hand fell, and the middle-aged martial artist's neck was easily cut off by the sharp edge of the wooden sword. The bloody head did not even have time to scream before it was decapitated and rolled to the side, dying with a remaining grievance.
The middle-aged warrior's greedy heart had caused him to become vicious and bloodthirsty. He had treated the God of Slaughter, Xiao Chen, as a fat sheep. However, he did not expect that Xiao Chen was the real wolf. Instead, he had turned from a wolf into a pitiful sheep. Naturally, his fate would not be any better.
Xiao Chen ended the middle-aged warrior's life and slowly closed his eyes. After a moment, he slowly opened them again. His blood-red eyes had regained their clarity. Obviously, the demonic bestowment had been lifted. Then, he wiped the blood off the wooden sword on the headless corpse's clothes and sheathed the wooden sword on his back.
Xiao Chen did not hesitate to search the headless corpse for the spoils of war. He began to search for the two jade bottles of pills. Surprisingly, the two jade bottles were not broken. His luck was off the charts. Following that, Xiao Chen found five purple-gold notes with a face value of ten thousand taels. Naturally, he did not hesitate to keep them in his bosom.
After finding the purple-gold notes, Xiao Chen searched for a while more but did not find anything else. Just as he was about to stop, his finger touched a parchment-like item. This item was hidden in the innermost layer of the middle-aged warrior's clothes. It must not be an ordinary item.
"En?"
Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat. He carefully pulled it out and looked at it carefully. However, after a moment, Xiao Chen let out a nasal sound of doubt. On this strange and unadorned page … there was not a single word. It was completely blank.
"What is this?" Xiao Chen muttered to himself. However, he did not throw away the mysterious page. His intuition told him that this page was not simple. Therefore, he kept the page in his bosom and decided to study it when he had the time in the future.
"Now, it's time to go back and take care of those two guards who helped the tyrant …"
Xiao Chen had only killed one person and was obviously not satisfied. Therefore, he decided to return to the back door of the underground market and take care of the two guards who were "drinking dirty wine".
After the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, Xiao Chen returned to a spot a few feet away from the back door of the underground market. When he saw the two guards waiting expectantly for the middle-aged martial artist to return with a bountiful harvest, a bright smile appeared on his cold face.
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