Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8479 8479: Annihilate the enemy (1)

The cultivators nearby had also noticed Zhao Hai's formidable power. Timid rogue cultivators among them were already gearing up to flee, yet the bolder ones persisted in their ascent. Witnessing this, Zhao Hai let out a cold sneer, "Divine Secrets Finger, Seamless Knife Array!" As he spoke, he thrust out a finger. It dissolved right away. Suddenly, the encircling cultivators sensed the area around them shifting. Zhao Hai vanished from sight, and they materialized in a vast expanse. Thirty-six pillars rose within this realm. Before every pillar, four enormous Metal Men stood guard. These Metal Men faced outward in all four directions. Towering roughly ten feet high, each clutched a massive blade. The blade stretched about two meters and spanned as broad as a doorway. The Iron Men's eyes glared wide with fury, rendering them savagely intimidating and fearsome.

While the cultivators puzzled over their sudden predicament, the Metal Men sprang into action. They hoisted their enormous sabers high and slashed downward. Nearly all the Metal Men struck simultaneously. As they did, the cultivators realized their surroundings were engulfed in saber light. No matter where they tried to dodge, a blade would come sweeping at them. Escape routes were nowhere to be found.

These were all lone rogue cultivators, utterly unfamiliar with such a spectacle. Panic seized them as they scrambled to fend off the Iron Men's assault. Yet their disarray only worsened their defense against the Iron Men. The Iron Men's strikes proved overwhelmingly mighty, shattering even celestial devices on impact. A few managed to parry the initial blow, but the follow-up sweeps caught them off guard. In moments, the whole area became a slaughterhouse, with the hundreds of intruders cut down by the Metal Men.

Once the final cultivator collapsed, the space faded away, and Zhao Hai reemerged. He gazed at the fallen foes and murmured, "My grasp of the Divine Secrets Finger has advanced yet again. Indeed, real battles offer the quickest path to gaining experience and boosting one's skills."

With a flick of his wrist, a large banner materialized in his grasp. It was the Yin Wind Ghost Flag. Another wave sent a mass of dark Qi bursting from the flag, swallowing up every cultivator he had slain. Then, Zhao Hai stored the flag and muttered, "Wiped out hundreds in one strike. Hehe, soon enough, this Yin Wind Ghost Flag will boast a full army of ghost soldiers."

Suddenly, a mass of black Qi hurtled toward him from the distant horizon. Zhao Hai detected it at once. He shot a glance at the approaching Qi and let out a snort, "Dark Ghost Sect, your persistence is unmatched. Chasing me solo like this? You're an easy mark, of course. Alright, I'll end you today and see what the Dark Ghost Sect can do about it." He remained still, simply waiting in place for the foe to close in.

Before long, the black Qi cloud hovered right before Zhao Hai. It pulled back, unveiling the figure within. It was Leng Feng, the same one who had clashed with Zhao Hai earlier. He stood holding his flag, eyeing Zhao Hai closely. Then, he sniffed the air a couple of times and scanned the surroundings. Nothing caught his eye amid the pervasive blood mist. Still, he fixed his gaze on Zhao Hai and remarked, "You just battled someone? The blood scent is overpowering."

Zhao Hai eyed Leng Feng and chuckled, "Those rogue cultivators—they wouldn't heed warnings. I'd already warned them I knew nothing of the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure and to leave me be, but they pressed on with their assault. You as well, Leng Feng. I held back at the ghost market not out of fear, but to respect the Dark Ghost Sect. Do you truly believe I'm scared of you?"

Leng Feng stared at Zhao Hai and snorted, "Such arrogance. Let's see if your power matches your words." He swung his flag, summoning a dark cloud that enveloped him. From it, several massive pythons lunged out, striking at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai gave a cold huff, then extended his finger. "Divine Secrets Finger, Pear Blossom in the Storm!" At his command, countless light specks rained down on Leng Feng. The specks collided with the giant pythons, producing a barrage of sizzling noises. Innumerable punctures riddled the pythons' forms. As if in agony, the pythons bellowed and charged wildly at Zhao Hai.

"Hmph, last time I couldn't deploy the Guiluo Smoke from the black flag, letting you slip away. Otherwise, did you think your little schemes could evade me? My giant pythons stem from ghost silk smoke, shifting between tangible and ethereal—your techniques' perfect counter. Let's see you dodge now!" Leng Feng's voice echoed from the dark cloud, icy and brimming with resentment.

His fury was justified. Previously, Zhao Hai had slain several of his junior brothers right before him with a single finger. As the group's leader then, the sect would surely blame him for their deaths. Punishment awaited, light though it might be for his rank, but it would still tarnish his reputation. Thus, he loathed Zhao Hai deeply and yearned to eliminate him.

Seeing his technique fail to faze Leng Feng, Zhao Hai showed no surprise. He simply grinned and declared, "Guiluo Smoke is a fine treasure, but its myriad forms make it ideal for ensnaring foes, not slaying them outright. Very well, behold this: Divine Secrets Finger, Raging Flames Burning the Heavens!" He jabbed his finger forward once more. A finger projection shot out, erupting into a blazing inferno. The flames surged ahead. Upon clashing with the black smoke, it ignited like a spark on oil. With a thunderous roar, the blaze intensified and accelerated, barreling toward the dark cloud!

"No, this can't be! What flame is that? How does it pierce my Guiluo Smoke?" Leng Feng's panicked shriek burst from the black cloud. He acted as if facing a nightmare. Never had he imagined fire could consume his Guiluo Smoke. That smoke embodied pure Yin—how could flames breach it?

As his horrified yells rang out, the inferno engulfed the entire Guiluo Smoke. Flames leaped skyward, and a piercing wail erupted from within. The cry faded gradually. When the fire finally died down, Leng Feng's spot lay barren. His body, his celestial device, his spirit—all had been utterly incinerated by the blaze.

Zhao Hai stared at the void and sighed softly, "What a shame. That Guiluo Smoke was valuable too. And all his Yin souls, lost forever—such a waste. I won't let that happen again next time." He turned toward the ghost market's direction and snorted, "Dark Ghost Sect, I didn't seek trouble this round. But since you've come for me, I'll spare no mercy." With that, Zhao Hai summoned the Yin Wind Ghost Flag into his hand with a wave. He brandished it, the banner flapping wildly on its own. Then, clutching the Yin Wind Ghost Flag, Zhao Hai gazed skyward and bellowed, charging straight for the ghost market.

Zhao Hai wasn't too distant from the ghost market. Though it served as the Dark Ghost Sect's trading hub on the sect's fringes, it sat not at the absolute border. Several Dark Ghost Sect islands dotted the outer regions. This setup kept the ghost market's defenses relatively lax. Only Leng Feng and a handful of core disciples watched over it. An island lord presided, yet such high-level experts rarely lingered permanently. They wouldn't waste time stationed in a mere market. Hence, security remained modest.

Prior to this, the area had enjoyed peace. No one, however audacious, would lightly provoke one of the top ten sects. Sure, some reckless souls had tried, but they all met grim ends at the sects' hands. Thus, none dared challenge the top ten sects anymore.

This complacency left the ghost market's barriers weak. A protective array encircled the island, but it hadn't activated in years. To the Dark Ghost Sect, the ghost market was merely a commerce spot, holding little strategic worth. They paid scant attention to fortifying it.

Such oversight gave Zhao Hai his opening. When he arrived at the ghost market's edge, flag in hand, the inhabitants inside remained oblivious. Most hadn't even laid eyes on Zhao Hai before. Those who had simply watched him in bewilderment, unsure of his intent.

Zhao Hai surveyed the ghost market and burst into laughter, "Weren't you all hunting me? I, Zou Xiao, have arrived!" He swung the massive flag vigorously, unleashing a fierce gale. The wind lacked color, yet this one billowed pitch black. Myriad ghost phantoms danced within the dark gusts, accompanied by eerie wails.

The ghost market's cultivators at last snapped to attention. They realized Zhao Hai came not in peace, but to strike. Hearing Zou Xiao's name sparked some thrill, but the Yin Wind Ghost Flag's onslaught stunned them. They never anticipated Zhao Hai's audacity in assaulting the Dark Ghost Sect's market. Shock rooted them, forgetting even how to respond.

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Hai's wild laughter echoed to the heavens as he boomed, "Didn't you all wonder if I held secrets to the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure? Well, their Yin Wind Ghost Flag is mine now. From this day, I, Zou Xiao, lead the new Ghostwind Bandits. Witness my power!" He flourished the flag with greater force. The Yin winds howled fiercer, the ghostly shrieks intensified. Bearing vengeful spirits, the winds stormed into the ghost market, terrorizing every soul within. Amid the chaos of cries, the entire market descended into pandemonium, as if doomsday had dawned.