Longzang

Chapter 401 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait (Thanks to Mr. Dong from the Golden Alliance!)
Zhao Fusheng was greeted by a torrent of flying swords. With a roar, he slashed out with his giant axe, and invisible qi surged upwards, destroying countless flying swords along the way. The qi only ran out when it reached the opponent.

However, the flying swords continued relentlessly. After several axe blows, Zhao Fusheng grew impatient and released a protective golden light, charging forward against the torrent of flying swords. These mosquito-biting attacks only consumed a little of his magic power and slowed him down, serving no other purpose.

But then another roar rang out, and a huge bullet shot out. The enormous impact forced Zhao Fusheng back several feet, and the golden light protecting his body dimmed noticeably.

Enraged, Zhao Fusheng charged forward at full speed, only to be blasted back by Wei Yuan's spear.

Amidst the deafening gunfire and the combined assault of two torrents of flying swords, Zhao Fusheng's protective golden light flickered erratically, making his advance somewhat difficult, advancing three steps forward and retreating one.

Wei Yuan didn't have time to reload, so he kept firing shot after shot to interrupt Zhao Fusheng's charge and deplete his mana.

Meanwhile, the two Dragon Guards, one civil and one military, continued to suppress Zhao Fusheng with rotating flying swords and machine guns. Although the torrent of flying swords could not even break through the golden light shield, it could still make the golden light fluctuate, causing Zhao Fusheng's magic power to continue to decline.

At this time, a group of researchers in the vast land of rivers and mountains provided the latest analysis results based on the battle situation:

If crafting a flying sword consumes one unit of Dao power, then when it hits Zhao Fusheng, the amount of mana he consumes to defend against it is one and a half units. The conclusion is that attacking is more advantageous than defending, as it has a clear advantage in terms of mana consumption; therefore, the attack should continue regardless of ammunition consumption.

This conclusion invigorated Wei Yuan. He reached out and grabbed the magazine, only to find that all the dozen or so guns he had loaded were empty. There was no time to reload, so Wei Yuan immediately took out the Wugou Reincarnation and continued firing. His magazine changes were lightning fast, almost like a rotary cannon firing.

While the single-shot power of the Immaculate Reincarnation is far less than that of a musket using a medicinal pillar, its rate of fire is much greater, and it consumes more of the opponent's mana.

Despite being attacked from three sides, Zhao Fusheng was still able to advance step by step through the rain of swords!
Wei Yuan felt a chill run down his spine and activated his hidden plan.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt a sense of alertness; a faint killing intent appeared from his side and behind him. There was an ambush? And this opponent truly posed a threat to him, perhaps only slightly less than the Peacock Monk.

Zhao Fusheng stopped and turned his head, his eyes flashing like lightning. His immense divine sense swept across the area where the killing intent had appeared like a storm, but he found nothing.

In that brief pause, the spot where he stood suddenly exploded, accompanied by a massive shockwave and countless flying swords. Wei Yuan had buried a total of four directional flying sword mines on this spot, making the firepower extremely fierce.

With a roar, Zhao Fusheng's scroll reappeared above his head, revealing a crocodile-like beast with an enormous belly. His body suddenly felt incredibly heavy, and even the four lightning bolts couldn't blast him away!
But Zhao Fusheng immediately realized his mistake. Under the simultaneous bombardment of countless flying swords, the protective golden light finally gave way, and then his robes and inner armor were damaged!

After the roar subsided, Zhao Fusheng's robes and inner armor were tattered, exposing both thighs with several patches of singed leg hair. Only one boot remained, revealing ten toes.

It must be said that Zhao Fusheng's physical body is truly formidable; under such an attack, he only suffered a few small blood spots, the injury being slightly more severe than a mosquito bite. However, to be fair, a mosquito capable of biting through his skin and sucking his blood must be a genius among mosquitoes, appearing only once in a millennium.

There's still quite a bit of leg hair. Oh, there's a patch that wasn't burned off completely... Wei Yuan muttered to himself as he changed the magazine, got up, and continued firing.

But this time Zhao Fusheng was clearly enraged. A hazy golden light appeared on his giant axe, and he suddenly swung it out, his aura heading straight for the cultivator on the central stone mountain.

This axe beam was a thousand feet long, carving a deep trench in the ground, rolling forward, destroying all the flying swords along the way, and finally crushing over the mountaintop!

The aura of the scholar-dragon guards on the rocky mountain plummeted, their chests and abdomens mangled and almost completely ripped open. The rotary cannon was also destroyed by the qi, reverting to dissipated Dao power. Wei Yuan had no choice but to recall the scholar-dragon guards; otherwise, if they were truly killed in the outside world, they would suffer a severe blow to their vitality and might even drop in cultivation level.

After delivering a devastating axe blow, Zhao Fusheng had to catch his breath before striking the warrior Long Wei on the left with another. With that same blow, Long Wei was also severely wounded and was withdrawn by Wei Yuan.

However, Wei Yuan continued to fire, having already replaced more than ten magazines in a short period, and had reduced Zhao Fusheng's mana by at least the equivalent of a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators. Zhao Fusheng's mana was now less than forty percent of his peak, but he remained fearless, and swung his axe at Wei Yuan for the third time!

Wei Yuan immediately retreated into the fortification. The gale roared and destroyed the fortification, tore apart Wei Yuan's protective magic power, ripped his magic robe and inner armor, and finally hit his physical body, but was blocked by his body.

As soon as the gust of wind passed, Wei Yuan immediately stood up and emptied the magazine.

The sudden barrage of dozens of flying swords left Zhao Fusheng swaying. Looking down, he saw seven small blood spots on his body. This meant his protective magic was insufficient, and his physical body was finally beginning to suffer damage.

Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected his opponent to withstand his axe blow unscathed. He let out another long roar like a dragon's cry, and a huge dragon head emerged from the scroll, staring at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan leaped up and disappeared in an instant.

The dragon head was also taken aback, not expecting Wei Yuan to escape so decisively and cleanly, and that Wei Yuan was actually unable to lock onto it. This caused a breath of pure white dragon breath to get stuck in its throat, causing it to cough violently. The flames were coughed up and scattered everywhere, burning away wherever they landed.

The fatal blow was about to be delivered but was stopped halfway through. Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but cough violently, coughing so hard that he bent over and coughed up blood.

After coughing for a while, Zhao Fusheng finally calmed down. Only then did he realize that he hadn't even seen the boy's face clearly.

Fortunately, he had killed two of the three, leaving only the weakest one. Letting him go wasn't a big deal. Besides, that guy wasn't even a Dharma Aspect... not a Dharma Aspect?
Zhao Fusheng was filled with doubt. How did someone who wasn't a Dharma Image get in? And how did someone who wasn't a Dharma Image withstand his fatal axe blow? Could this person also be a descendant of an immortal, and perhaps the most favored one at that?

After a moment's thought, Zhao Fusheng felt that this should be the answer.

He didn't bother to think further and strode up the rocky hill. The ambushing men were either dead or wounded, but the flying sable was still there. Zhao Fusheng's axe strike seemed powerful and unstoppable, but in reality, he controlled it perfectly, without affecting the flying sable at all.

If the Peacock Monk had been killed, the Flying Sable would have been useless. But now that the monk had escaped, the Flying Sable had become useful again. At least Zhao Fusheng felt that with the Flying Sable in his hands, he might be able to lure the monk out. Otherwise, he could only watch as he won and took the beauty back to the island.

Zhao Fusheng strode up the mountain, reached for the net on the ground, ripped it apart, and pulled out the flying sables. He glanced at them and flew into a rage, his roar shaking the heavens and earth:
"Fake?!"

After all that commotion, with the cultivators fighting to the death and even Zhao Fusheng himself ending up covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled, it was all for a fake mink.
Just as he was enraged, an explosion suddenly occurred beneath Zhao Fusheng's feet. Those damned guys had actually set a trap under the fake mink, and it was nine sword lightning bolts!
As the smoke cleared, Zhao Fusheng appeared, his face ashen. Although he was not seriously injured, he felt that his intelligence had been severely insulted.

Before entering the secret realm, all the cultivators had confirmed the aura of the Shadowless Flying Sable, and normally they wouldn't mistake it. The fact that this fake sable was able to fool them was naturally because its aura was genuine.

Where did these guys get the scent of real mink? Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to think about the answer. As long as he caught the runaway kid, everything would be solved.

He crushed the fake mink in his hand and was about to give chase when he heard a voice calling from behind: "Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

Zhao Fusheng slowly turned around and saw that the Peacock Monk had returned. But this time, the monk's gaze was different.

Zhao Fusheng looked down and realized that almost all his clothes were destroyed, and after being cleansed by the flying sword, he was almost completely naked. However, his physical body was strong and he was almost unharmed, now appearing as smooth as jade.

Zhao Fusheng's face flushed with rage. He covered his groin with one hand and roared throughout the entire secret realm: "Bald monk, prepare to die!"

(End of this chapter)