Chapter 37: Total Annihilation

  The old Taoist with a yellow face has obviously refined his skills much more than the others, and when he cast this spell, the spells of the others have not yet been completed.

  "Tang Shixiong, let me go first!" Zhao Rui's face showed an excited expression.

  Zhang Heng nodded in agreement, thinking to himself that this was another hot-headed person, but he also wanted to see Zhao Rui's actual abilities.

  In addition, Zhang Heng also had the idea of ??practicing actual combat, otherwise he would not have been there with these scattered cultivators, and would have destroyed them long ago.

  As soon as Zhao Rui called Zhang Heng "Tang Shixiong", the yellow-faced Taoist's face changed suddenly, but a sinister and venomous glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately understood that he had been deceived by these two people.

  Since these two men are referred to as master brothers, they are likely disciples of the same sect. Even if not from the same sect, they may be disciples of some cultivator above the foundation-building period. If we can't completely eliminate them now, it will leave endless future troubles.

  So, Huang Lian decided that even if he had to pay a terrible price, he would still kill the two of them here.

  The Taoist with a yellow face only guessed roughly, he didn't know that the two were just fellow practitioners living on the same mountain, and because they were of the same generation, they called each other brothers.

  Zhang Heng coldly looked at the monks around him casting spells, but in his heart he secretly despised them.

  Not to mention whether the power of these monks is deep or not, just saying that their spellcasting timing is inconsistent, it's easy for people to break through one by one.

  Although there were eight monks, due to their different spellcasting speeds, their spells could only arrive one by one and couldn't truly be coordinated.

  If the eight people's spells could arrive at the same time, Zhang Heng and the other person would probably only have a chance to escape.

  The strongest was the yellow-faced old Taoist, his spell was the first to be completed, a whirlwind the size of a house came out with a loud whirring sound, making the surrounding air extremely unstable, even flying was extremely difficult.

  As the massive tornado was about to reach them, Zhao Rui's prepared spell was also ready.

  With a "hiss", a swirling flame storm appeared above Zhao Rui's palm, which was initially small, but the rotating flames emitted an astonishing amount of heat.

  Zhang Heng's eyes lit up, he felt that this spell was by no means simple, and its power might be great.

  "Let's see the power of my Flame Storm, Master Tang!" Zhao Rui's gaze flashed, and the small Flame Storm in his hand broke free from his control, floating forward like a wisp of smoke.

  A fist-sized flame storm seemed to have escaped the notice of the yellow-faced Taoist, who manipulated a house-sized whirlwind, carrying an enormous momentum as it rolled forward.

  He didn't plan to hurt Zhang Heng and the others with this whirlwind, but only wanted to disperse their formation, making it impossible for them to support each other, and then take advantage of the numerical superiority to kill them one by one.

  The insignificant flame storm quickly crashed into the huge whirlwind, and in an instant it was swallowed up. The yellow-faced Taoist let out a cold laugh, then prepared his next spell.

  Zhang Heng's gaze was still focused on that side, but at this time, the spells of the other seven cultivators also came one after another. However, the intensity of the attack was much weaker, and the attacks were not concentrated enough.

  "With a hiss, two snake-shaped flames shot forward and backward towards Zhang Heng, a wave of scorching heat swept towards the two, bringing with it a burst of crackling sounds."

  This is no ordinary flame burn, if hit by these two snake-shaped flames, even a stone monument will burst in an instant.

  Zhang Heng hummed softly, and the Ling Jue in his hand struck out continuously, creating a shimmering silver light screen in front of him that firmly protected him.

  This light screen is an ordinary defensive spell, but due to Zhang Heng's special cultivation of Void Spirit Energy, its power has increased by several degrees, and its range has also expanded significantly.

  But Zhang Heng's attention was still mainly on Zhao Rui's side.

  At this moment, a violent explosion sounded in the void, and Zhao Rui's inconspicuous flame storm burst out in the midst of a massive whirlwind.

  Boom!!

  The soaring flames illuminated half the sky, fist-sized flame storms burst out in an instant, expanding thousands of times in an instant. Sheets of flames carrying explosive sounds scattered to the surrounding space.

  "A" cry of despair, a monk was concentrated by scattered explosive flames, the whole body was blown to pieces and bloody.

  The rest of the cultivators were shocked by this scene, and even the spiritual seals in their hands slowed down a bit.

  The remaining cultivators closer to the Flame Storm continuously activated their spiritual shields or various light screens to resist the aftermath of the explosion.

  "Puff puff", bursts of flames splashed onto the monks' spiritual shields or light screens, creating ripples, and the shields and screens trembled constantly.

  The yellow-faced Taoist's expression changed greatly, and even the spell he was preparing was stopped.

  On the other side, with a hiss, the two fire snakes plunged into the light screen in front of Zhang Heng, as if they had entered an endless abyss, disappearing silently without causing even a ripple.

  It was just a spell attack by two Qi-refining initial stage cultivators, and Zhang Heng didn't take it seriously at all.

  The light curtain then blocked several more spells.

  Zhang Heng's attention was mainly focused on Zhao Rui's spell, and he instinctively felt the extraordinary power of this spell. He didn't expect it to have such a huge power, which could even rival that of a third-tier spell.

  Third-grade magic has already reached the pinnacle of low-grade magic, and can absolutely kill ordinary Qi-refining cultivators in an instant. Generally, only foundation-building cultivators or above can cast it.

  It can be said that if those eight scattered cultivators were to stand together, this flame storm would be enough to instantly annihilate them all at once.

  It was just a ripple that killed an early-stage Qi Refining cultivator, let alone if one were in the midst of this spell, which stage of Qi Refining cultivator could withstand it, even Zhang Heng couldn't escape unscathed.

  Flames filled the sky, mixed with fierce storms, the surrounding space flew away, a huge explosion sounded through the surrounding valleys, and half of the sky turned red.

  Such a powerful momentum completely intimidated these scattered cultivators, each of them casting defensive spells in front of themselves and not daring to make another move.

  The yellow-faced Taoist gritted his teeth and took a glance at the remaining red glow on the horizon, then mounted his spiritual vehicle and sped away in an urgent escape. After flying several zhangs afar, he shouted: "Disperse and flee!"

  "Can you get away?" Zhang Heng sneered.

  A faint silver light burst out from under his feet, and Zhang Heng streaked across the sky, leaving behind a residual shadow as he rapidly pursued the yellow-faced Daoist.

  Flying along the way, brushed past a loose cultivator who was just starting to escape.

  With a loud "bang", Zhang Heng's fist shattered the opponent's spiritual energy shield, and then broke his throat.

  One move to defeat the enemy!

  Zhao Rui smiled and chased after the remaining cultivators, shooting out dark red fire feather arrows from his hand to pursue the last five scattered cultivators.

  The yellow-faced Taoist was the first to escape, and had already flown a distance, but Zhang Heng's speed in driving the spiritual device was much faster than his opponent. The distance between the two was quickly approaching.

  The yellow-faced Taoist saw that Zhang Heng was about to catch up with him, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes. Although he was a late-stage cultivator who had refined his qi, he knew he was no match for Zhang Heng. This could be seen from how easily the opponent countered several rounds of magical attacks.

  "You can't escape." Zhang Heng's cold voice came from behind him.

  Since the incident of being peeped at after leaving Fangyun Mountain, Zhang Heng's mentality has changed a lot. He understands that in order to survive better in this world, he must not be soft-hearted.

  The yellow-faced Taoist saw that Zhang Heng had already flown to a place not far behind him, gritted his teeth, and spat out a stream of vital blood from his mouth, ready to cast some secret spell.

  Zhang Heng's eyes flashed with a hint of pity, and he looked at him with disdain. With a light spit in the air, a thin line of silver light drew a trail like silver silk in the void, flying towards Huang Lian Daoist.

  With a "poof" sound, the silver light easily pierced through his spiritual energy shield, as if it had penetrated a thin sheet of paper.

  A small blood hole appeared on his chest, and Huang Lian's face showed an unbelievable expression, with a hint of unwillingness.

  Encountering a Refining Void Spirit Qi that is on par with an Emperor, one can only say that his character has problems.

  His body then fell to the ground.

  Zhang Heng also fell to the ground, picked up his storage bag and Ling instrument, checked the things inside, and found that except for dozens of crystal stones, there was nothing valuable.

  After putting the crystal and spiritual instrument into his storage bag, Zhang Heng cast a fireball technique, incinerating the corpses as well.

  After finishing all this, Zhang Heng rode the Lingqi and flew in the direction he had just come from.

  Before long, Zhang Heng saw Zhao Ruijing standing in mid-air, with a few strands of excitement still on his face.

  "What about the remaining five scattered cultivators?" Zhang Heng asked.

  "I didn't originally plan on taking their lives, but after they were hit by my Flame Feather Arrows, they all fell to their deaths." Zhao Rui's tone carried a hint of faint guilt.

  Zhang Heng nodded, and from a height of several hundred meters, he fell down. Even an ordinary cultivator would have been smashed to pieces, leaving no bones behind.

  "What about their loot bags?" Zhang Heng asked involuntarily, meaning to ask Zhao Rui if he had collected those spoils of war.

  "Of course I went down with them." Zhao Rui said matter-of-factly, without feeling like he had done anything wrong.

  Zhang Heng's face suddenly appeared with a few black lines, gritting his teeth and driving the Ling instrument to fly down.

  "Hey! Brother Tang, what are you doing?!" Zhao Rui shouted at Zhang Heng, his heart greatly puzzled by Zhang Heng's actions.