Reborn as a Snake: Many Children, Many Blessings, Only I, the Green Snake Immortal

"He just jumped?"

The cultivator from the Great Jin Dynasty on the bird's back was startled and peered down.

When they questioned him earlier, they thought he would at most refuse to answer, but who knew that the man in blue would abandon his mount and head straight into the city.

At such a height, with no cushioning whatsoever, even a grandmaster would probably be half-dead from the fall!

One of them instinctively looked towards the Zapdos. The strange bird was still above them, but the person on its back had already fallen far below.

It wasn't an accident, nor did it seem like the person needed a mount to help them; after jumping down, they kept heading towards the same building.

The group ignored their attempts to stop him and kept their eyes glued to the figure.

The wind whistled past Xu Qing's ears as buildings came rushing towards him from below, and the Moon Chasing Tower quickly filled his field of vision.

With the Nine Breaths Breathing Technique activated, the essence of heaven and earth was exhaled and absorbed into the body, while the power of lightning flowed along the muscles and bones, manifesting itself as it approached the building.

The figure in green and the lightning merged into a streak of light, falling straight down.

Inside the building, Zheng Wanjun suddenly sensed something was wrong.

He hadn't even put down his wine glass when he looked up. A flash of lightning had just been reflected in his pupils, illuminating his entire field of vision.

Boom!

The thunder and the impact sound exploded almost simultaneously.

Before the lightning in Zheng Wanjun's eyes had dissipated, the floor beneath his feet shattered, collapsing along with the spot where he was sitting.

He didn't even see the enemy coming before his body was smashed down by the immense force, and the wine glass in his hand shattered with a loud crash.

The Moon Chasing Tower suddenly trembled, its beams and pillars snapped, and the building collapsed with a roar.

Tiles flew everywhere, broken wood mixed with pebbles rolled all over the place, and the dust and smoke quickly swallowed up the person in the blue dress.

A scream came from within, but was drowned out by the roar.

The few resident cultivators on the high ground only saw lightning flashing in the smoke and dust. The tavern that stood by the street had disappeared, leaving only a churning cloud of dust below.

From the moment the figure fell to the moment the entire building collapsed, not even a moment passed.

The cultivators who had come from the Yandao Sect arrived in the vicinity one after another. Hearing the commotion, they all turned their attention to the location of the Zhuiyue Tower.

Some people who were still looking for the Zapdos no longer bothered to look up at the sky.

The sound of falling rubble continued to come from ahead, and the last broken beam crashed onto the ruins, raising a cloud of dust.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, a standing figure finally appeared inside.

The man in blue had one foot on the broken bricks, and the other foot on a person.

The man's white robe was tattered and charred, and his exposed flesh was also charred black by the lightning.

His body twitched intermittently, and his fingers scratched at the rubble, but he was unable to prop himself up.

As the dust settled, everyone could see his face clearly.

Zheng Wanjun, Elder of the Three Saints Sect!

Those who recognized him gasped for breath.

This is a grandmaster.

Previously, some people thought the scream came from the falling man in blue, but now they realized that someone else had been hit.

The one standing was recognizable even by his robes, but the old man lying at my feet was almost unrecognizable.

Just moments ago, he was sitting inside the building drinking. Now the building is in ruins, and he is trampled underfoot, his struggle reduced to mere trembling.

Before the lightning had completely dissipated, streaks of electricity flashed through the charred robes, and Zheng Wanjun's body trembled again.

Xu Qing looked down and was quite satisfied with the result.

The benefits of practicing the Nine Breaths Breathing Technique are even more direct than practicing it while meditating.

The lightning magic manifested, and combined with a close-range attack, the third-grade grandmaster in front of him didn't even have a chance to defend himself.

In the past, even if he could kill, he would still have to go up and fight a few times.

At this distance, the magic arrived first, followed closely by the physical body, leaving Zheng Wanjun with no time to react.

Xu Qing didn't move her feet, but raised her head.

Some of those who chased after them stopped at a distant street corner, while others peered at the ruins through the buildings.

Previously, when they were hiding near the Yandao Sect, none of them were willing to show themselves, but now they are following very quickly.

He sneered, his gaze sweeping across the faces of these people.

A cultivator met his gaze, felt a sudden chill in his heart, and instinctively looked away.

The people around them also stopped in their tracks.

They originally wanted to come and see what the new sect leader was up to, but they didn't expect to see Zheng Wanjun being trampled underfoot as soon as they arrived.

The collapsed buildings and the scattered lightning were nothing compared to the terrifying sight of that foot at that moment.

Zheng Wanjun was still breathing, and Xu Qing didn't make any more moves, but he just couldn't get up.

That cold gaze continued to sweep across the area, and wherever it landed, people tensed up.

No one wanted to be looked at by this man in blue, and they were even more afraid that he would suddenly walk towards them.

If even a grandmaster is like this, what could I do in his place?

Those who had only seen Xu Qing in portraits were especially afraid to approach him now.

The portrait only shows a young face, and no matter how much people embellish it, it's impossible to tell what the person looked like when they committed the murder.

The person standing before them stood atop the chest of an elder, coldly gazing down at them, brooking no further dismissal of the rumors as mere exaggeration.

Xu Qing looked around before lowering her eyes again.

Zheng Wanjun, lying at his feet, barely opened his eyes, his chest rising and falling weakly, and his charred dough twitched as if he wanted to speak.

Xu Qing smiled.

"You're no good. I gave you face, but you're useless!"

A hint of doubt appeared in Zheng Wanjun's eyes.

What face?

His lips barely moved before his foot, which was pressing down on his chest, exerted force.

Click!

His chest suddenly caved in, and Xu Qing stomped through his body.

The force then exploded within his body, blasting Zheng Wanjun into pieces, his blood splattering onto the surrounding broken bricks and stones.

That slight fluctuation and twitching was completely gone.

The neighborhood was unusually quiet.

Many people who had been staring at Xu Qing just moments before suddenly felt their eyelids twitch and their breathing become lighter when they saw the kick land.

From the moment the lightning struck until it pierced his chest, Zheng Wanjun didn't even manage a single decent counterattack.

Even his status as an elder of the Three Saints Sect couldn't secure a single negotiation.

Looking at the figure in blue amidst the ruins, some people broke out in a cold sweat.

Previously, I had only heard of the demon's reputation, but now this grandmaster was dying right before my eyes, leaving me no chance to survive.

however.

Just then, Xu Qing suddenly turned his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Fresh blood fell at my feet, and a few drops splashed onto my clothes.

His face turned deathly pale, and the color that had been on his lips faded quickly, leaving only a sliver of bright red at the corner of his mouth.

The smoke and dust had not yet cleared from the ruins, and the man in blue standing among them suddenly appeared much weaker.

He lowered his head slightly, his chest heaving, as if he were someone who had not yet recovered from a serious illness.

The composure with which he just crushed the grandmaster, combined with his current pale appearance, makes it hard to look away.

The bloodstains on the broken bricks were still fresh.

Xu Qing raised her hand to wipe her mouth, her fingertip stained with a touch of red.

He lowered his hand, slowly raised his face, and the gazes of the surrounding cultivators shifted from the bloodstains back to his face.

His face was deathly pale, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a smile.

He smiled and looked around, straightening his posture again.

In front of him was the place where Zheng Wanjun had died, and in the distance, gazes fell upon him through the remaining smoke and dust.

He let the few drops of blood remain on his clothes, looked up at the cultivator who had followed him, and his smile was clearly visible.

Once his gaze shifted from the near to the far, he spoke loudly, and his voice carried far.

"It seems my reputation is quite impressive, attracting so many fellow Daoists. Is there any other fellow Daoist who would like to discuss the Dao with me?"

Although my injuries are severe, I can still unleash my full power nine times. I will certainly not let you all leave disappointed!