"Not right..."
Linghu Yang raised his hand indifferently, as if he was about to pronounce Zhang Junming's death sentence.
But then he raised an eyebrow, "You are too weak, far from being a match for Chunyu... Who else is helping you?"
"Indeed... This person is not foolish, it's time for me to make an appearance."
Fang Xi thought for a moment, then turned and ran!
How keen are the senses of a True Strength martial artist?
Almost in the instant Fang Xi moved, Linghu Yang noticed the clues and chased after him, "Finally appeared... the true big rat!"
Fang Xi's footsteps didn't stop.
His figure moved like a spirit snake through the gates of Yuanhe Mountain, swiftly disappearing into the alleyways.
After several twists and turns, he arrived at an uninhabited area.
In front of a damaged earthen wall, Linghu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at him, "Your running speed is extremely fast, your leg technique is like a snake... Should be the true transmission of the Red Snake Leg? No... Your true strength and blood energy are much stronger than that waste Lu She, you must have practiced multiple martial arts... But, it's a waste, you're finished!"
In his eyes, practicing third-rate martial arts is self-destructive.
"Enough nonsense!"
Fang Xi rubbed his palms together, turning them instantly pitch black.
He moved, his back bending like a giant python coiling, then leaped out fiercely, palms striking continuously.
Whoosh!
Terrifying palm winds swept through, some even containing poison!
"Black Cloud-level White Cloud Palm?"
Linghu Yang watched the scene and smiled, "After reaching True Strength, you will understand... So-called poison techniques, under True Strength, are nothing at all..."
He also raised both palms, like thunder.
Bang!
Both sides continuously exchanged palm strikes, true strength and True Strength entangled with each other...
Fang Xi immediately realized that the poison in his palm strength entered Linghu Yang's body without causing any harm.
Not only that, the opponent's True Strength came crashing like a storm, almost penetrating every defense.
His own true strength and blood energy were quickly crumbling!
"What a pity..."
In the midst of the intense battle, Linghu Yang could still speak, "Your blood energy, even surpassing me during my warrior days, is probably due to extraordinary talent, but practicing third-rate martial arts, you are destined to be no match for me!"
As the words fell, Linghu Yang's speed suddenly increased!
Yuanhe Mountain's secret technique—Thunderous Steps!
He appeared beside Fang Xi, his palms like divine weapons, aiming for Fang Xi's waist.
At this moment, Fang Xi, even if he noticed, was too late to react, his fingers a foot away from the opponent's palm!
Puff!
A miraculous scene unfolded!
Linghu Yang was struck hard, flying back rapidly.
"What is this..."
He raised his hand, looking at his palm, seeing a red mark that almost drew blood.
"This is my secret technique—Innate Invisible Sword Qi!"
Fang Xi replied loudly, but in his heart, he thought, 'Truly equivalent to a mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator, his physical body is quite remarkable. My Weeding Spell almost couldn't break through his defense...'
Linghu Yang fell silent for a moment, then sneered, "You're deceiving me! Do you think you're a True Qi Martial Saint, capable of harming others with True Qi? If you were a Grandmaster, I would have been dead long ago..."
"Fair point!"
Fang Xi nodded, making sure there were no living beings around, "Then... I should go all out!"
"All out?"
Linghu Yang was somewhat puzzled.
After all, in their previous exchange, he had confirmed that Fang Xi was only at the level of a true strength martial artist.
Perhaps outstanding in this realm, even surpassing the sect's true transmission, but still not his match!
In a life-and-death battle, one cannot hide their true strength!
However, the next moment, he saw Fang Xi pulling out a yellow talisman, and then... tearing it?!
Crackle!
Suddenly, a terrifying chill descended.
Linghu Yang's face was filled with shock. He tried to dodge, but found his legs covered in ice, firmly stuck to the ground.
"Take this palm!"
Fang Xi shouted, unleashing a full-force palm strike.
Linghu Yang circled his hands, focusing on defense. Suddenly, his martial instinct sensed great danger, and he twisted his neck sharply.
Crackle!
A black light struck from behind him, narrowly avoiding a vital spot but leaving a large gash on his shoulder.
"What... is this..."
Linghu Yang, however, paid no attention to the wound, staring at the 'Green Wheat Sword' floating beside Fang Xi, his expression incredibly shocked, "How... how is this possible?"
In this world, martial artists cannot cultivate into immortals.
For everyone, immortals are just stories in novels.
But at this moment, he seemed to see a true 'Sword Immortal'!
Linghu Yang's expression suddenly became extremely fervent, "Between you and me, it seems there is no enmity. You came to find me, probably to leave the city... I have a way, I can teach you, we can escape together, as long as you tell me what all this is about?"
"Leave the city?"
Fang Xi smiled.
However, from an ordinary person's perspective, it is indeed easy to connect the dots between Linghu Yang's announcement of being able to leave the city and the attack on Yuanhe Mountain.
"No... I am only interested in your martial arts," he shook his head.
"As long as you teach me how to control your sword, the Five Thunder Hands of Yuanhe Mountain are at your service!"
Linghu Yang replied without hesitation.
He was a true ruthless person, disregarding so-called sects, secret transmissions... utterly disdainful.
"No need, I can naturally obtain the information I want."
Fang Xi looked at Linghu Yang, then furrowed his brow, "Your injuries... are healing too quickly."
Linghu Yang fell silent for a moment, then casually tore his robe.
On his bare chest, there were tadpole-like black runes, surrounding the wound, like a seal.
Within the black runic seal, the gaping wound on his shoulder was rapidly healing.
"Curses?"
Fang Xi frowned, "No... You can actually utilize demon curses to some extent?"
"Demon curses... surpass martial power, difficult for mortals to control, unless using a large amount of martial blood to temporarily suppress. This is also a secret technique of my Yuanhe Mountain!"
Linghu Yang took out a small bottle, swallowed the brownish blood inside, his face showing a tinge of red, "This is the way to leave the city... the demon tree only blocks ordinary people, but won't intentionally hinder the same kind... As long as we transform into conscious demons, we can naturally escape!"
"So you are capturing martial artists on a large scale to refine blood? Suppressing the curse within?"
Fang Xi reached into his sleeve, secretly grasping something, "What about Qiao Wuchang who ambushed me?"
"He's dead... After all, there has been too little blood recently, I can feel the demon tree gradually eroding my consciousness..." Linghu Yang smiled, "How about it? Have I avenged you? Can this be the basis of our cooperation?"
"You are even more cold-blooded than I thought! And you have no bottom line!" Fang Xi's expression returned to calm, "But when I came to this world, I made a vow to fight the most ruthless person, and you seem to fit the bill perfectly!"
"What a pity!"
The curse mark on Linghu Yang's chest spread rapidly, soon covering his entire body.
Suddenly!
The ground behind Fang Xi exploded, tree roots like spear tips piercing densely!
This was a power that Linghu Yang possessed after transforming into a half-demon!
If it were an ordinary True Strength martial artist, caught off guard, they might suffer greatly!
But Fang Xi had been on guard against Linghu Yang all along!
Clang clang!
The earth spear formation stabbed towards Fang Xi's back, tearing through his clothes, but then was firmly blocked by a layer of golden light, unable to advance.
In Fang Xi's hand, a talisman was rapidly consuming.
—Golden Light Shield Talisman!
"You always surprise me!" Linghu Yang looked at the golden light, deep in thought.
At this moment, Fang Xi pointed his finger.
Swish!
The Green Wheat Sword turned into a green light, piercing out like a sharp blade.
"Secret Technique: Five Thunder Transformation!"
Linghu Yang roared, sparks seeming to flicker between his hands, as if lightning and fire suddenly converged in the middle, actually grabbing the blade!
A terrifying True Strength erupted, causing even the Green Wheat Sword to emit a mournful cry.
'Body cultivators are troublesome!'
Fang Xi could see that the Green Wheat Sword had torn through Linghu Yang's flesh, but was firmly stuck by his bones, unable to advance.
The opponent's True Strength even formed concentric silk threads, like a cocoon, cutting off the connection between himself and the Green Wheat Sword.
'If this person were born in the Southern Wilderness Immortal Realm, he might really make a name for himself!'
Watching this scene, Fang Xi felt emotional, but his determination to kill grew stronger.
He flicked his right hand, revealing another talisman from his sleeve.
The surface of this talisman was flickering with threads of electricity, flowing like lightning.
Upon its appearance, it carried a terrifying aura.
A first-grade middle-tier—Small Thunder Talisman!
"Go!"
Fang Xi infused his mana into the talisman, pointing it at Linghu Yang.
Boom!
Thunder erupted on the spot!
A green lightning appeared, carrying terrifying power, instantly hitting Linghu Yang, leaving him charred all over, screaming in agony, clearly suffering severe injuries.
"The Small Thunder Talisman is not only a first-grade middle-tier talisman, but also of the thunder attribute, possibly having a special bonus against demons!"
Seeing this scene, Fang Xi pondered, his actions swift, "Go!"
The unrestrained Green Wheat Sword moved back and forth, in an instant, severing Linghu Yang's hands and feet.
"Ah!"
The man screamed in pain, then passed out completely.
Fang Xi approached and saw tiny sprouts floating around the wounds, black tadpole-like runes, still stubbornly healing his injuries, maintaining a glimmer of life!
"This demon curse power is truly remarkable."
After a moment of reflection, Fang Xi grabbed Linghu Yang, now a human stick, and swiftly departed.
He needed to find a safe place to slowly deal with Linghu Yang using the Hypnotic Spell.
This man had become insane in order to survive and leave the city, even targeting martial artists from his own side.
Fang Xi had no qualms about how he would deal with him.
(End of Chapter)