12dz Chapter 143 A Feast Leaves a Poisonous Legacy; Twin Swords Slay the Evil
Chapter 143 A Feast Leaves a Poisonous Legacy; Twin Swords Slay the Evil
Chapter 143 A Feast Leaves a Poisonous Legacy; Twin Swords Slay the Evil
The cyan sword energy annihilated the bandits and then flew back into the Taoist's sleeve, leaving only a bloody storm behind.
The big guy stood still, subconsciously closing his eyes, letting the bloody wind beat against his body. His face, full of fat, and Zu Lu's chest were covered with many small bloodstains.
He wiped his face, opened his eyes, and found his hands covered in blood.
"Is this the power of a magical artifact?"
Even before he had officially fought the Taoist, he was already filled with fear and trepidation.
As a minor leader of the Zeshan bandits, he naturally knew what a spiritual weapon was, and he also knew that only those at the Condensation Realm were qualified to easily wield spiritual weapons.
Manager Zhao also came to his senses, looking incredulous, and muttered to himself, "No, impossible. How could a mere group of refugees possibly have a Qi Condensation Realm expert among them?"
"What Nascent Soul Realm cultivator would have nothing better to do than come and give porridge to refugees?"
"I will." Modi's tone was calm as he stepped on the pool of blood with his dragon-scale boots, moving slowly towards the two.
Behind him, the refugees followed closely, holding torches, wooden spears, and stones.
"I originally didn't want to get involved with the Zeshan bandits and the merchant guild, but I'm very unhappy that you shot arrows at them."
Modi pointed to the refugees behind him, his expression and tone remaining completely unchanged.
"When I'm unhappy, I want to kill someone."
A sword aura shot out from his sleeve, slicing through the surrounding darkness and leaving a white afterimage.
As the light and shadow faded, the bandits who had circled around and charged from behind fell to the ground, each one sliced open vertically, blood and internal organs flowing from the smooth cuts.
All the bandits were terrified. Some even abandoned their armor and rushed into the dark forest, running aimlessly like headless flies, thinking that this would allow them to escape the red-robed Taoist's pursuit.
"Not only did they refuse to accept their fate, but they even tried to escape? They deserve to die."
Modi drew his Dragon Hunter Spear and casually tossed it into the dense forest. A blue lightning bolt flashed before everyone's eyes, followed by a howling gale.
A bandit running at full speed through the dense forest suddenly felt a chill on the back of his head, followed by a feeling of lightness throughout his body, and his pace quickened considerably.
"What's going on? I feel so light."
In an instant, his consciousness dissipated, his body was pierced and propelled by a long spear, and finally slammed into a stone wall, leaving a large crater. In front of the stone wall, a large area of trees looked as if it had been swept by a cutting machine, presenting a neat and smooth cut.
Everything along the way has vanished without a trace.
The blue lightning flashed again, this time heading towards the other side of the dense forest.
Wherever it passed, whether it was human bodies or vegetation, everything was torn to shreds by the ice lightning, leaving only plowed-out paths on the ground.
In just a few breaths, the Dragon Slayer Spear killed all the fleeing bandits, leaving none alive.
Only a small group of bandits remained around the caravan, too afraid to move, lest they suffer the same fate as the others. The burly man stared intently at the red-robed Taoist, who casually waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning pierced the darkness, falling into his hand and transforming back into a strangely shaped spear.
Taking a deep breath, the big guy asked in a deep voice:
"Who exactly are you, sir? And why are you opposing my Zeshan Stronghold?"
Upon hearing this, the red-robed Taoist merely glanced at him indifferently and slowly shook his head. "It's just crushing some insects, a simple matter. How is that wrong?"
What kind of place is Zeshan Village? Does it even deserve his special attention?
A flash of anger crossed the burly man's eyes as he said in a sinister tone, "Do you know that the three leaders of my Zeshan stronghold are all at the Condensation Realm, and there are countless leaders at the Blood Refining and Dirty Refining levels below the Demon Realm?"
"You are only one person. Even with this group of starving refugees, you are no match for the entire mountain stronghold."
"Why don't you let us leave, and we'll call it even? Otherwise, Zeshan Village will never let you go. Even if you manage to escape, those refugees behind you will be turned into dried meat!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than two sword lights, one blue and one white, streaked across the night sky and descended from the heavens.
The sword energy surged, weaving a large net of sword light that enveloped the bandits on the ground. As the sword net descended, the big guy subconsciously closed his eyes. After two or three seconds, he found that he was unharmed. In the silence, he could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat.
I cautiously opened my eyes, and a bead of cold sweat suddenly rolled down my forehead.
He saw that the sword net was steadily positioned in front of him, just touching the tip of his nose.
He only moved slightly, and a bloodstain appeared on the tip of his nose.
The other bandits were the same; some of them had barely opened their eyes when they were so frightened that they fell backward, and in an instant, the net of swords behind them cut them into pieces.
The big guy was so frightened that he didn't dare to move and stood frozen in place.
"I'm very curious about something," Modi continued, his body spotless, "You know I could kill you with a flick of my wrist, so why do you dare utter such nonsensical words in front of me?"
"Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"
The big man was trembling all over; even his teeth were chattering.
Before going up the mountain, he was an idle loafer who, taking advantage of his physique, enjoyed extorting money and extorting others in the village.
One day, he took a fancy to a peasant woman who had just married into the village, and tried every means to defile her. However, she was strong-willed and refused to submit even at the cost of her life.
In a fit of rage, he strangled the man to death, which was witnessed by someone, and the news quickly spread throughout the village.
Knowing he would not have a good end, he did not hesitate and immediately fled the village. After several twists and turns, he finally arrived at Daze Mountain and became an outlaw. Since joining the Zeshan stronghold, his true nature had become uncontrollable.
They often used the name of the Zeshan bandits to massacre passersby, abduct the women among them, and take them up the mountain. After enjoying them first, they would give the rest to their subordinates as a reward.
He could never forget the taste of flesh and blood flowing into his throat.
This life of debauchery made him increasingly tyrannical and his mind increasingly sluggish. Occasionally, he would say things he didn't know the context of. Now, with a knife to his neck and his life no longer in his own hands, he suddenly came to his senses, and his bloodshot pupils became much clearer.
The big man's fleshy face twitched, and before he could utter the words "Spare me," the two sword nets suddenly closed in front of him.
The sword light bypassed his skeleton and seeped into his flesh. In an instant, a huge and painful cry of agony erupted from his mouth.
The sword net was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, nor did it simply cut him into pieces; instead, it employed a form of torture.
Have you ever heard of the punishment of slow slicing?
Mo Di's eerie voice reached his ears, like a deadly siren from the deepest hell, sending chills down his spine.
This is not a metaphor, but a fact that is happening right now. The sword light turned into threads, cutting into the flesh. In an instant, the big guy was covered with countless bloody marks.
Blood gushed from the wounds on his body, then froze into ice due to the low temperature, clinging to the severed flesh to prevent him from falling apart on the spot.
"How many slices do you think you can be cut into at most?"
The big man felt a chill run down his spine; the excruciating pain of being slowly sliced to death reminded him of someone.
Their leader, the chief of the Zeshan bandits, had a penchant for executing people by slow slicing.
Each cut only removes a thin slice of flesh; a single person can be cut into tens of thousands of pieces.
With each cut the leader made, the man screamed in agony.
Freshly cut meat was presented on the table, and the leaders shared it with each bite of wine, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
After that banquet, he became obsessed with that feeling, and it was then that he learned about the predecessor of the Zeshan Bandits.
That was a heretical sect called "Feast Cult".
On the surface, they were just a band of mountain bandits, but in reality, they were the remnants of the Food Cult.
"The roles of diners and ingredients can switch at any time." The boss's words still echoed in his ears, and now he finally understood their meaning.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The red-robed Taoist ignored him, who was on the verge of death, and walked straight past him without even glancing at him, surrounded by a blue and white sword light.
The light blue and white light shone brightly, sweeping across the bandits who were enveloped in a sense of oppression and unable to move. Their screams echoed through the dense forest as they watched more and more of their companions become pieces under the sword. The bandits behind were terrified, and some even went insane.
That being said, Modi would not spare their lives just because they were mentally ill, and there was no mental hospital in Daqian for them to live in. Yuan Tu Abi showed no mercy, either weaving a net of swords or slashing down vertically, turning the area around the caravan into a hell. Sun Biao only felt a blur before his eyes and saw two-colored sword lights sweeping towards him, as if to shred him as well.
The wind from the sword rushed towards him. He closed his eyes, his face stinging as if he were being pricked by needles.
The gust of wind came and went quickly, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
When Sun Biao opened his eyes again, he found himself completely unharmed. At the same time, two screams came from behind him.
"Ah, one by one"
He turned around and saw two bandits standing behind him, their bodies just as they were being torn apart by the sword light.
The screams abruptly stopped, and the two lifeless heads fell to the ground, their faces filled with terror.
The sword flashed several times, circled around, and finally flew back into the red-robed Taoist's sleeve, signaling the official end of the massacre.
Under the torches brought by the refugees, the scene, resembling the netherworld, was clearly reflected in the eyes of the remaining members of the caravan.
The entire forest was stained with blood. Minced flesh and blood were like free dye, splattered everywhere. The blood on the ground stained the forest mist crimson, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.
Apart from the crackling of the torches, there was no other sound; a deathly silence enveloped the entire forest.
A Taoist priest in a red robe stood in a pool of blood, his feet crushed over corpses. His figure was shrouded in mist and could not be clearly seen, like a vengeful ghost in red who had come to claim lives.
None of the bandits who came to plunder escaped; they all died by the Taoist's sword.
Even Sun Biao, a man with extensive experience in the martial arts world, was terrified and trembled at the sight.
"That Taoist priest has a terrible bloodthirstiness; he probably killed fifty or sixty people in just one night!"
He admitted that he couldn't possibly stand on the battlefield of carnage after killing fifty or sixty people without batting an eye, and look at the scattered corpses with the eyes of someone looking at pigs and dogs.
"Thank you for saving me, Daoist Master. I am..."
After taking the antidote, he thought the matter was settled and was about to thank his savior when he saw Mo Di lift up Steward Zhao, who was hiding under the carriage.
They also made threats:
"You know where the Zeshan bandits' lair is, right? Either take me there, or you die now."
Sun Biao was stunned. He hadn't expected this Taoist priest to be so brave. Killing fifty or sixty bandits wasn't enough for him. He wanted to wipe out the entire mountain stronghold overnight.
Doesn't he get tired of killing so many people?