ushernet Chapter 143 The Slaughter
Chapter 143 The Slaughter
"Squat down!" Zhao Qing Ying shouted as he arrived at the central square.@@@@
With his index and middle fingers straightened, forming his hand like a sword, he swiped across.
Sending a slicing wave horizontally.
Whoosh.
The slicing wave swept across the hordes of Skin Puppets.
The next moment, the Skin Puppets were cut into two parts.
Thud.
Sounds of muted thuds echoed in the central square as the upper portions of their bodies fell onto the ground.
"Senior martial uncle!"
"We are saved!"
The disciples cheered as they saw what had happened.
Zhao Qing Ying had easily dealt with those pesky Skin Puppets.
However, it was short-lived as more Skin Puppets came forward from behind.
"We meet again!" A low voice boomed in the air.
The Dark Lord lunged at Zhao Qing Ying.
Every step he took cracked the bricks of the central square.
Zhao Qing Ying frowned when he saw the manifestation of the Dark Lord.
He thrust his fingers at the Dark Lord, sending out a huge Twirling Wind Strike.
The twirling wind sucked up the bricks as it shot toward the Dark Lord.
"Is that all you've got?" The Dark Lord said and punched at the twirling wind.
Boom.
A loud explosion could be heard as the Dark Lord's punch made the twirling wind disappear.
Zhao Qing Ying wasted no time and sent out a Cross Strike.
The slicing wave in the form of an X hit the Dark Lord.
But it just left a faint cut on the Dark Lord's translucent body, making it fade a little.
"Argh!"
"Help me!"
"Take one down with you when you die!"
The disciples weren't doing too well dealing with the Skin Puppets.
To make matters worse, Skin Puppet Diao joined in the fight.
With his needles, he shot at the disciples.
Threading them through several disciples and pulling them toward him.
Like pieces of meat on a skewer made of thread.
"Let him go!" The disciples shouted as they tried to help Zhao Qing Ying.
But the Skin Puppets stopped them as they tussled with the disciples.
Everything seemed so dire now.
There was no one else they could count on.
The other peak lords had gone to the late spring hunt with the sect master.
Their hearts sank when they saw the Dark Lord coming in with his punch at Zhao Qing Ying.
The Dark Lord's fist glowed and gave out dark lightning, destroying the surroundings as the lightning crackled.
It was too much for some of the disciples to bear, and some of them turned away.
Not having the heart to stomach what might happen next.
Thud.
A man came in and stood between the Dark Lord and Zhao Qing Ying.
He took the punch, and the Dark Lord's fist went through his chest.
The man smirked and said, "What a welcome you have prepared for me, senior martial uncle."
"Yi Nian, deal with the fellow behind me, let me deal with the Dark Lord."
Zhao Qing Ying said as he exerted his Qi and made Skin Puppet Diao fly away like a kite in the air.
The man was none other than Zhang Yi Nian.
Peak Lord of the Physique Peak.
"Zhang Yi Nian?"
"Physique Peak?"
"Oh no, what shall we do?"
The disciples exclaimed as they had doubts about Zhang Yi Nian.
Zhang Yi Nian had been in secluded cultivation, and not many knew how powerful he was.
The next moment, they saw Zhang Yi Nian leap back and pull the Dark Lord's fist out of his chest.
A huge hole from front to back could be seen.
But soon after, the wound began to close up.
This was the regenerative power that Zhang Yi Nian had, now that he was at Soul Transformation Level.
"Physique Cultivator!" The Dark Lord exclaimed as he saw what happened.
He quickly tried to punch at Zhang Yi Nian again.
Trying to kill him off, as he knew how tricky it was to decimate a physique cultivator when they got to higher cultivation levels.
Thud.
A twirling wind came at the Dark Lord's fist as Zhao Qing Ying helped to buy time for Zhang Yi Nian.
It did the trick as Zhang Yi Nian's wound fully closed as if the gaping hole through his chest hadn't happened.
Zhang Yi Nian turned and lunged at Skin Puppet Diao.