Under One Person: Starting with the Dual Cultivation of Body and Soul

Chapter 114 is too brutal.

Li Chang'an beheaded the one who was calling for his soul with a single sword stroke. With a flick of his wrist, blood splattered across the sword, leaving a glaring trail of blood on the ground.

The rain of stones overhead continued unabated, and the strongmen mechanically lifted boulders and hurled them wildly into the ravine below.

Several huge rocks fell towards Li Chang'an, the wind howling in his ears. He only took two small steps to the side, and the rocks grazed his robes and landed on the ground at his feet.

These boulders hurtling down had little effect on Li Chang'an, whose reaction speed, speed, and defense were all incredibly strong, but they posed a deadly threat to the Quanxing demons.

The large number of falling rocks forced them to dodge frantically, making it impossible for them to concentrate their forces to form an effective encirclement of Li Chang'an.

This is exactly the situation Li Chang'an wants. As long as the battlefield is divided and he is not caught in a series of attacks, he is not afraid to face the Quanxing demons one-on-one.

But stones alone are not enough.

"kill!"

"Kill him!"

The scattered Quanxing demons surrounded Li Chang'an.

Seeing this, Li Chang'an grabbed a handful of talismans and threw them out. Instantly, a whirlwind, thunder, and flames swept across the sky, making him appear like an arrogant celestial official descending to earth.

Under such a dense barrage of talismans, the few Quanxing demons at the forefront vanished directly into the thunder and fire, turning into charred piles of coals, their deaths incredibly gruesome.

However, talismans are not omnipotent. While a large-scale talisman-throwing attack under heavy fire might give the impression of being invincible, its actual effect is quite limited.

After all, talismans are just decrees; once they are cast, the incantations on them need to be transformed before they can become a means of attack.

For example, when you throw a Five Thunder Talisman, the talisman glows and burns before it transforms into thunder. There is a delay in this process. In a battle between experts, even a slight error can lead to a huge difference in outcome.

This delay is enough time to do a lot of things.

Therefore, the use of talismans, especially lethal talismans, involves many techniques. It's not something you can just throw out indiscriminately. Otherwise, if the talisman masters buried themselves in drawing talismans for a year and then brought down the mountain with several large boxes of talismans, wouldn't they be invincible?

Just like the old master's comment on Lu Jin, all the talismans that various sects are so proud of are scattered like beans, but none of them are used to their full potential.

Li Chang'an was not a member of the talisman school, so he naturally didn't understand the wonders of talismans and never relied on them.

It should be noted that even Zheng Zibu, who knew the Tongtianlu, died in an attack. This thing is just a tool. Now, it's being used like beans to completely scatter the enemy and better divide the battlefield.

In an instant, the mountain valley was engulfed in flames, with rocks constantly falling from above, turning the place into complete chaos.

On the hilltop, Dou Le watched this scene and said, "Master Lu, you really spare no expense, giving your disciple so many talismans. It's just that they're used so crudely; it pains me to see them like this."

Xiao Zizai also commented, "What a waste!"

Lu Jin didn't see anything wrong with it. Giving him so many talismans was for him to use them this way. When poor, use tactical flanking maneuvers; when rich, use firepower coverage. There's nothing wrong with this method!

Below, Li Chang'an emerged from the fire he had set, spotted a target, and was about to go up when a sudden thought flashed through his mind. He spread his five fingers, his arm shot out like lightning, and grabbed to his side.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound, like a water bottle breaking, suddenly rang out in the previously empty air, and the surrounding light produced a strange distortion and fluctuation.

At the center of the disturbance, a thin man appeared out of nowhere, clutching a poisoned dagger and making a thrusting motion.

Li Chang'an's hand was gripping his neck, lifting him into the air like he was twisting a chick.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, he thrust the dagger toward Li Chang'an's elbow.

But Li Chang'an gave him no chance to struggle in his death throes, his five fingers suddenly tightening.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of a neck bone cracking rang out, and the thin man's head tilted limply to one side, dying instantly.

On the hilltop, Dou Le said, "This man graduated from the Tang Clan Martial Arts School and was skilled in the Illusionary Body Miasma. The Tang Clan doesn't kill anymore, so he found it boring and defected to the Quanxing Sect. I never expected him to die here."

Below, seeing Li Chang'an crush a companion as easily as an ant, a Quanxing demon who had just dodged the boulder formed hand seals and unleashed a fireball the size of a washbasin at Li Chang'an.

Li Chang'an didn't even look at it, and casually threw the corpse over.

"boom!"

The corpse and the ball of fire collided in mid-air, the flames exploded, and charred bits of flesh and bone flew everywhere, filling the air with a burnt smell.

Immediately afterwards, Li Chang'an raised his right hand, and the eight-sided Han sword flew out of his hand, turning into a white light that passed through the afterflame of the explosion. The tip of the sword pierced through the mouth of the arsonist and emerged from the back of his neck, pinning him to the mountain wall.

The man remained in the hand seal position, his mouth wide open, a sword stuck in his throat, his eyes blinking, and then they stopped blinking.

Just as Li Chang'an threw out his longsword, he found himself without any weapon in his hand.

A bald, muscular monster dodged the boulder falling from above, grabbed a heavy iron rod made of water and fire, and with a powerful, split-hit motion, smashed it down on Li Chang'an's head. The gust of wind generated by the rod stung Li Chang'an's cheek.

Faced with this thunderous attack, Li Chang'an neither dodged nor evaded, but instead met the steel-forged fire and water staff head-on with a backhand slap.

"boom!"

The enormous sonic boom was deafening, and the powerful shockwave made Li Chang'an's white hair dance wildly backward like a waterfall.

Under Li Chang'an's terrifying dragon-elephant strength, the bald demon felt his arms go numb, his tiger's mouth split open, and his water-fire staff was shaken out of his hand.

Li Chang'an slapped him again, and the bald demon covered his chest with his hands, taking the blow, but was sent flying backward.

But before he could fly too far, Li Chang'an pushed off with his feet, instantly caught up, grabbed his ankle and pulled him back, grabbed his other leg with his other hand, his arm muscles bulged, and the reverse-generating white qi surged wildly, suddenly splitting to the sides.

"Sizzle!"

A chilling tearing sound echoed through the valley.

The bald, burly man was actually torn in two by Li Chang'an, right between his legs.

Hot blood splattered everywhere like a torrential rain, and all sorts of colorful organs fell to the ground with a "whoosh," emitting a strong, pungent smell.

This horrifying scene terrified the surrounding Quanxing members, who couldn't help but wonder: who the hell is the real heretic? Are you a disciple with a flawless life, or a disciple covered in blood?!

Even Dou Le, who was watching from afar, couldn't help but glance at Lu Jin. It was too brutal. Was this the kind of method that Master Lu taught his disciple?

Lu Jin stood aside with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged, but he was thinking to himself, although the close combat style of the Sanyi Sect was such that blood and flesh flying everywhere was commonplace, but to tear a person in half alive was still a bit too brutal. However, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself, so he did a good job.

Xiao Zizai, who had been standing to the side, looked completely captivated.

He rested his hands on his knees, leaned forward, and stared intently at the blood mist below. His lips were slightly parted, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if he were smelling a dish that had just been served.

Ah—beautiful, so beautiful—what an amazing mukbang!