The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 315 Even the Number One in China Has to Be Her Underling

Most people were somewhat skeptical.

That Nascent Soul cultivator died far too quickly!

"That girl in the air seems to only have Foundation Establishment cultivation. Although she has paper weapons, I've never heard of paper weapons being able to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator single-handedly by a Foundation Establishment cultivator! He's definitely not dead yet; he must be hiding!"

But his breath had dissipated.

"Could it be that it was blasted to smithereens by a paper weapon, leaving not even a trace of flesh? That's incredibly powerful!"

While those people were discussing it, Xuan Yuansheng had already made up his mind that he had to get his hands on those ten submachine guns!
Those newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivators did not have the same level of spiritual sense as Xuanyuan Sheng, so they did not witness the death process.

Xuanyuan Sheng saw it very carefully!
That wind-elemental nascent soul was blasted into dust, leaving not a single fragment!
Moreover, submachine guns require concentrated fire to unleash their full power; at greater distances, other forces may obstruct their path, weakening their effectiveness.

But as long as you can get close to the enemy, you can blast them into dust!

The sword cultivators of the Xuanyuan family have all passed the third level of sword control, and their sword flight speed is superb! Getting close to the enemy is no problem at all!

He'll make them another paper-mache submachine gun like this, and even a Foundation Establishment sword cultivator could have a chance to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator in one fell swoop!
Xuanyuan Sheng looked at Song Mang excitedly, wanting to go over and take a closer look at her paper-made submachine gun.

Xuanyuan Sheng immediately flew over on his sword, and very considerately held up a paper umbrella for Song Mang.

"Miss Song, don't forget to use your umbrella! You don't want to get sunburned by the moonlight! Young girls like you have delicate skin and get sunburned very easily!"

other people:"……"

My goodness, that voice came from Xuanyuan Sheng?

You are the number one sword saint of China, a tough and iron-blooded sword cultivator, how come you turn into a trap when talking to a young girl?

Does it have to be this obsequious?!
Song Mang glanced at him with disdain, also finding his voice a bit too affected.

"Can you please stop talking like that?"

Then, Song Mang put away the submachine gun and took out a new gun.

Xuan Yuansheng coughed lightly and changed the subject, saying, "Miss Song, this gun looks familiar. Is it that powerful sniper rifle... Barrett?"

Song Mang, carrying a sniper rifle, calmly said, "Yes, the Barrett, the king of snipers, but a paper version."

Xuanyuan Sheng: "..."

How come she has all kinds of guns?

With all that money, she must be in the arms trade in the underworld, right? Her ancestor's connections are just too amazing!
Song Mang, carrying a sniper rifle, stood on the bone staff and scanned the cultivators below with his scope.

She said, "Who slapped me just now? Step forward. There's a saying that goes, 'The more you endure, the more you feel you've lost; the more you back down, the angrier you get.' If I don't get revenge, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Seeing that she had single-handedly killed a Nascent Soul cultivator, that person no longer dared to stand up and admit it, and dared not utter a sound.

No one answered below.

Song Mang narrowed his eyes and said, "I remember it was vines that whipped me, it was wood-type spiritual power. To be able to whip me away right under Xuan Yuansheng's nose, it must have the strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator, right?"
"Alright then, if no one admits it, I'll randomly kill one Wood-type Nascent Soul cultivator every minute. Once all the Wood-type Nascent Soul cultivators are dead, I'll have gotten my revenge."

"You are indiscriminately killing innocent people!"

Immediately, someone spoke up in dissatisfaction. It was also a Nascent Soul cultivator of the Wood element, "Just because one Wood element cultivator ambushed you, you want to kill all Wood element cultivators? How is your behavior any different from that of an evil cultivator?"

He then looked at the others and said, "Everyone, this woman has warped values, is ruthless, and possesses such a powerful paper-mache weapon. Keeping her around is a real menace."

Rather than letting her indiscriminately kill innocent people here, let's join forces and get rid of her!

"Not bad!"

Someone immediately agreed.

"Not only should we deal with her, but Xuanyuan Sheng is also no good for associating with evil cultivators and indulging in their indiscriminate killing. He is completely unworthy of being the number one swordsman in China! Why not deal with Xuanyuan Sheng as well, and then we can discuss the ownership of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword? A scoundrel like Xuanyuan Sheng is not worthy of using the Chinese Divine Sword!"

Those cultivators were originally at the Foundation Establishment stage, and only by relying on the power of the Blood Moon were they able to advance to the Nascent Soul stage. They believed that their combined strength would be enough to deal with Song Mang and Xuan Yuan Sheng.

Their sudden, explosive growth in cultivation also gave them a nouveau riche mentality, believing that once they advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, they would be invincible.

Most importantly, both Song Mang and Xuan Yuansheng possessed powerful weapons, which fueled their intense jealousy.

These people are different from before. Now they are Nascent Soul cultivators. How can they still use those trashy spiritual weapons? Naturally, they need to use better weapons!

The spiritual energy emanating from those cultivators surged in waves, and each of them looked at Song Mang and Xuan Yuansheng with greedy longing.

Song Mang chuckled softly, "A few more people have advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, but there are only about twenty Nascent Soul stage cultivators in total. Do you think you can even dream of my things?"
"Don't even mention you, even if Xuanyuan Sheng were wielding the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, he wouldn't dare to snatch my weapon!"

Xuanyuan Sheng nodded like an NPC, "Of course, I wouldn't even dare to dream of it!"

The others felt that Xuanyuan Sheng was possessed, and that his words were completely different from his usual persona. What else could it be but a mental breakdown?
"What are you so arrogant about?"

Someone retorted, "Even with Xuanyuan Sheng's current foolish state, I could take him on one-on-one! He's lost his mind; even the Xuanyuan Divine Sword probably doesn't want to listen to him anymore!"

Xuanyuan Sheng: ? ? ?

You're the one who's out of your mind!
He's perfectly normal!
Xuanyuan Sheng said coldly, "Which eye of yours saw that I'm mentally unstable? I'm perfectly fine, and killing you single-handedly is no problem for me. If you keep babbling, I'll chop you up."

"I saw it with both eyes! I not only saw it, I heard it too! Do you want to hear how distorted your voice sounded? Is that the kind of sound a normal man could make?"

"..."

While the two were talking, a Nascent Soul cultivator took advantage of the fact that the other person had attracted Song Mang and Xuan Yuansheng's attention and silently teleported behind Song Mang.

A flash of cold light appeared, followed by the sound of something cutting through the air.

Without turning his head, Song Mang deftly dodged the attack by stepping on his bone staff, then turned and fired a precise shot at the cultivator's head.

boom--!
boom--!
Precise headshot!

Barrett, the king of snipers, lived up to his reputation, blowing the monk's head open with a single shot. His head instantly evaporated, and most of his body was destroyed by the energy impact.

Moreover, the energy impact of the Barrett is stronger and faster than that of a submachine gun, and he didn't even have time to use his spiritual power to defend against it!

The remaining half of the corpse fell from the sky.

The others were surprised that Song Mang was also so skilled with a sniper rifle, but they showed no fear whatsoever, and their gazes toward Song Mang grew increasingly intense.

I want her storage space even more now!

There must be a lot of awesome paper guns inside!

That's more in line with their current level of cultivation!

More than twenty Nascent Soul cultivators surrounded Song Mang together, their imposing presence and chilling killing intent terrifying.

Song Mang, however, didn't care at all and slowly said to Xuan Yuansheng, "Little Sheng, I've always felt that sword cultivators are good at one-on-one combat but not so good at group attacks. I've thought of a way to improve the group attack ability of sword cultivators."

Xuanyuan Sheng said modestly, "Please enlighten me, Miss Song!"

Song Mang: "That is to use a spirit sword that can launch paper cannonballs. When you fight one-on-one, you use swordsmanship. When you are surrounded, you launch cannonballs to blow everyone up. Isn't that simple?"

Xuanyuan Sheng: ? ? ?

Is this still a sword?!
Before Xuan Yuansheng could react, Song Mang suddenly pulled out a rather chubby cartoon toy sword, pointed it at the Nascent Soul cultivators, and said, "Don't go too far! If you keep this up, I'll have to use my swordsmanship too! I'm afraid I might accidentally kill you all!"

Xuanyuan Sheng: !!!
and many more!

Why is her sword so chubby and round? Is it filled with... cannonballs?!
(End of this chapter)