Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8528: Killer move (1)

Capítulo 8528: Killer move (1)

Wen Butong and his companions struggled to comprehend the nature of the demonic beasts that Zhao Hai and his allies rode. These creatures possessed overwhelming power. Their defenses proved exceptionally sturdy. When strikes connected with the beasts, they merely elicited pained neighs without causing any real harm. It felt akin to striking a horse—the animal would sense the discomfort, yet escape serious injury.

These demonic beasts moved with astonishing swiftness. In most instances, assaults barely registered on them. This stemmed not just from their velocity, but chiefly from their remarkable agility. They could evade and maneuver within tiny spaces. Such beasts showed no fear of incoming attacks whatsoever. Numerous strikes from the group simply fell short.

Moreover, the offensive capabilities of these demonic beasts were truly formidable. Their physical might was immense, and those supple tails offered incredibly resilient protection. Celestial devices clashing against the tails failed to inflict damage. The tail strikes came not only rapidly but with devastating force. Each collision with celestial devices sent tremors through the minds of attackers, as the tail's power proved overwhelmingly immense.

Confronting such formidable demonic beasts left them momentarily at a loss. Zhao Hai had been closely watching these foes throughout. All of them employed righteous path cultivation methods. Righteous path techniques emphasized steady buildup. One might assume the offensive prowess of the righteous path seemed mild, but in truth, it held no weakness. Otherwise, they could never have dominated demonic path sects for countless years.

Zhao Hai refrained from unleashing any special techniques. Instead, he wielded the black supple sword in his grasp to unleash streams of sword intent, shattering opponents' assaults. Simultaneously, he launched sword lights toward his foes. No techniques were deployed. His focus remained on studying these adversaries, gauging their true capabilities.

After this prolonged clash, he gained a clear assessment of their prowess. It was decent, yet far inferior to the six elders of the Bloody Massacre Sect. How to describe it? Wen Butong's power nearly matched Lei Gang's level. Though Lei Gang lacked fame, his strength was exceptional. He fell short of the six elders but surpassed typical sect experts by a wide margin.

Besides Wen Butong, another challenging opponent emerged: the gaunt monk. He practiced the orthodox Buddhist method, the Withering Zen technique. This Zen approach held profound mystery. Through it, he grasped the essence of life and death. It guided straight to the grand Dao of life and death, rendering it immensely potent.

Zhao Hai's duel with the skinny monk proved enlightening. He never imagined the monk's such might and profound insight into the Withering Zen technique. The fellow had even attained comprehension of the great Dao of life and death. The seamless shift between life and death energies in his strikes posed significant difficulties for Zhao Hai.

Nevertheless, after observing them extensively, Zhao Hai developed a sharper sense of their abilities. He resolved it was time to reveal his own might. With that thought, he altered the supple sword in his hand and bellowed, “Divine Armament, Expose Li Hua!” This remained Zhao Hai's preferred technique. It excelled in both wide-area devastation and focused strikes, which explained his frequent reliance on it.

As Zhao Hai uttered the command, innumerable minuscule sword shadows surged toward the opponents. These shadows resembled fireworks erupting abruptly. Each tiny shadow acted as a sparkling speck in the display. The sword shadows' reach fully covered the space within a hundred feet around Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai's abrupt assault stunned Wen Butong and his group. They hadn't anticipated such a tactic from him. Upon witnessing the sky brimming with sword lights, they instinctively activated defenses. Golden characters swirled around Wen Butong, intercepting the sword lights. Broken characters were swiftly supplanted by fresh ones.

For Grandmaster Withered Leaf, a massive tree materialized before him. This tree appeared utterly bizarre: one half gleamed vibrant green, the other utterly desiccated. The withered portion faced Zhao Hai, repelling every sword light.

This tree's state signified mastery of the Withering Glory Zen technique at an advanced stage. Known as the withered tree reviving in spring, it embodied the core of the Withering Glory Zen technique. The practice urged the monk to sense the hush of all things fading and perishing. Within that silence, a spark of life emerged. It pursued vitality amid demise, cycling between life and death—this captured the profound essence of the Withering Glory Zen technique.

The rest employed their personal methods to counter Zhao Hai's onslaught. Yet in that instant, Zhao Hai's voice echoed once more. “Shen Ji, Cloud Piercing Arrow!” A dark sword gleam lanced forth abruptly, striking a cultivator's throat. The man lacked time to respond as the sword light pierced through. This ranked among Zhao Hai's standard maneuvers.

Wen Butong and the others recoiled in surprise. They retreated several paces before launching counterattacks. The golden characters before Wen Butong ascended and expanded, smashing toward Zhao Hai. The Withered Leaf Zen Master extended a finger and declared, “Deadwood Finger!” With the gesture, the ambient scene shifted dramatically into a barren woodland, exuding an endless aura of mortality.

Upon witnessing this strike, Zhao Hai couldn't suppress a grin. He intoned deeply, “Divine Secrets, the Celestial Maiden Scatters Flowers!” At his words, sword flowers bloomed across the heavens successively. These resembled genuine blossoms, drifting lazily downward, filling the air with an enchanting floral aroma.

As the flowers manifested, the encircling withered woods vanished. The Withered Leaf Master aimed his finger at Zhao Hai, while myriad golden characters assailed him. But then, the petals gently descended upon both. Upon contact, they morphed into myriad sword intents that invaded their forms.

Alarm seized the pair. They hadn't realized each flower consisted of Zhao Hai's sword intent. Believing the blooms mixed real with illusory, they initially dismissed the drifting petals. Now, the peril dawned on them vividly.

Their faces twisted in shock; they hastily withdrew while channeling energies to expel the intruding sword intents. Then Zhao Hai's voice resounded: “Shen Ji, Hundred Poison Extermination!” With that, thick black fog abruptly engulfed the area. The mist carried potent erosive qualities. The golden runes Wen Butong deployed for defense gradually eroded away in the fog's embrace, leaving him astonished. After all, those runes held righteous power and faith energy—yet the foe's toxin still dissolved them. Such an outcome stunned deeply.

Zhao Hai pressed onward without pause. He declared, “Divine Armament, Blazing Flames Incinerate the Heavens!” His sword blazed forth, cleaving toward the Withered Leaf Master. As it swung, the black supple blade transformed into a colossal flaming sword.

The Withered Leaf Zen Master's countenance shifted upon seeing Zhao Hai's enormous blade. His Withering Glory Zen technique aligned with the five elements, specifically wood. Yet Zhao Hai wielded a fire-based method. In elemental terms, the sword clashed as a natural counter to his art. At their cultivation tier, such clashes held less sway ordinarily. But against Zhao Hai—who battled eight foes solo—the mutual opposition proved potentially vital for survival.

Still, the Withered Leaf Zen Master stayed composed. He shifted his fist art and cried, “All Living Things Grow!” He unleashed a punch brimming with infinite vitality toward Zhao Hai. This surge of life force could even withstand flames.

Yet then, a sly glint flickered in Zhao Hai's gaze. He abruptly altered his sword art and shouted, “Divine Armament, Soul Devouring Myriad Insects!” Innumerable dark sword gleams erupted, morphing into Gu insects that hurtled toward Master Withered Leaf's fist. The shadowy bugs devoured the fist intent and trailed it back to his hand.

Horror gripped the Withered Leaf Master. He never expected Zhao Hai to switch sword forms so swiftly. Changing his own move came too late. As the insects reached him, his face paled; he yanked back his strike and swung his fists anew. “Boundless Deadwood!”

But in that very moment, a voice cut through: “Shen Ji, Cloud Piercing Arrow!” This technique was straightforward—a single sword thrust targeting the foe's throat. No variations, much like a launched arrow. An arrow, once fired, followed a direct path; any deviation disqualified it as such. Yet this strike boasted two unique traits. First, its speed was unparalleled. The sword light flashed, arriving at the throat before the enemy could react.

The second trait was its piercing force. This sword's penetration was extraordinary. Few could halt it. Not just protective Dharmic powers failed, but standard celestial devices offered no barrier. The reason lay in its condensed might. All power focused solely on the sword light. Ordinary defenses couldn't resist this desperate, life-or-death thrust. Thus, defending against it proved exceedingly tough. It stood as one of Zhao Hai's signature killing moves.