Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8479 8479: Annihilate the enemy (1)

The cultivators nearby had noticed Zhao Hai's formidable power by now. The more cautious rogue cultivators were already gearing up to flee, but the bolder ones kept pressing forward. Witnessing their actions, Zhao Hai let out a cold sneer, "Divine Secrets Finger, Seamless Knife Array!" As he spoke, he extended a single finger. That finger promptly vanished into thin air. Suddenly, the area around Zhao Hai's encircling foes twisted and shifted. Zhao Hai was gone, leaving the cultivators trapped in an enormous void. Within this void rose 36 towering pillars. Before every pillar loomed four massive Metal Men, each oriented toward a different cardinal point. Standing roughly ten feet in height, they gripped enormous blades. These blades measured about two meters in length and spanned as broad as a gateway. The Iron Men's eyes bulged with rage, lending them a savage and horrifying appearance.

While the cultivators puzzled over their sudden predicament, the Metal Men sprang into action. They lifted their massive sabers high and brought them crashing down. Every Metal Man struck in near unison. As they did so, the trapped cultivators realized their enclosure was engulfed in blinding saber light. Yet regardless of where they sought cover, a saber would come slicing toward them. Escape routes were utterly denied.

These were all lone rogue cultivators, utterly unfamiliar with such a spectacle. Panic gripped them as they scrambled to fend off the Iron Men's assault. But their disarray only sealed their doom against the Iron Men's onslaught. The Iron Men's might proved overwhelming, shattering even their spirit artifacts on impact. A few managed to parry a direct strike, only to fall to the sweeping follow-up. In moments, the whole area became a slaughterhouse, where the hundreds of intruders were butchered by the Metal Men.

With the final cultivator collapsing, the void faded away, and Zhao Hai reemerged. He gazed at the fallen foes and murmured, "My grasp of the Divine Secrets Finger has advanced yet again. Indeed, real battles offer the quickest path to gaining insight and honing skills."

A flick of his wrist summoned a grand banner into his grasp—the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag. Another wave released a swirling mass of dark Qi from the flag, which swallowed up every slain cultivator. Then, Zhao Hai stowed the flag and chuckled softly, "Wiping out hundreds at once like this. Hehe, soon enough, this Sinister Wind Ghost Flag will boast a full legion of ghost soldiers."

Suddenly, a mass of dark Qi hurtled from the distant skyline. Zhao Hai detected it at once. He shot a glance at the approaching darkness and scoffed, "Dark Ghost Sect, your pursuit is relentless. Chasing me solo? You're an easy mark, that's for sure. Very well, today I'll end you and see what the Dark Ghost Sect dares to do about it." He remained still, simply waiting in place for the pursuer to close in.

Soon enough, the dark Qi mass arrived right before Zhao Hai. It pulled back, unveiling the figure within. It was Leng Feng, his prior adversary. He hovered there, flag clutched tightly, eyeing Zhao Hai. After a couple of sniffs, he scanned the surroundings. Nothing was visible amid the lingering blood haze. Still, he fixed his gaze on Zhao Hai and remarked, "You just clashed with someone? The scent of blood is overpowering."

Zhao Hai eyed Leng Feng and burst into laughter, "Those rogue cultivators—they're fools who won't heed warnings. I already warned them I know nothing of the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure and urged them to leave me be, but they kept coming at me. And you, Leng Feng—I held back at the ghost market not out of fear, but to respect the Dark Ghost Sect. Do you truly believe I'm scared of you?"

Leng Feng glared at Zhao Hai and snorted, "Such arrogance. Let's see if your power matches your bold words." He swung his flag, unleashing a dark cloud that enveloped him. From within emerged several enormous pythons, lunging straight at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai let out a chilly snort, then thrust his finger forward. "Divine Secrets Finger, Pear Blossom in the Storm!" At his command, countless radiant specks erupted skyward, hurtling toward Leng Feng. The specks collided with the giant pythons, producing a barrage of sizzling noises. Innumerable punctures riddled the pythons' forms. As if sensing agony, the serpents bellowed fiercely and charged at Zhao Hai.

"Hmph, last time I couldn't deploy the Guiluo Smoke from my black flag, letting you slip away. Otherwise, could your petty schemes really save you? These giant pythons are woven from ghost silk smoke—half tangible, half ethereal. They're the perfect counter to your techniques. I doubt you'll evade me now!" Leng Feng's voice echoed from the dark cloud, icy and brimming with malice.

His fury was justified. Previously, Zhao Hai had slain several of his junior brothers right before his eyes with a mere finger strike. As the group's leader then, the sect would surely hold him accountable for their deaths. Though his rank spared him severe penalty, the humiliation would sting. Thus, he despised Zhao Hai utterly and yearned to eliminate him.

Seeing his technique fail to faze Leng Feng, Zhao Hai showed no shock. Instead, he grinned and replied, "Guiluo Smoke is impressive, but its myriad forms make it ideal for ensnaring foes rather than slaying them outright. Fine, behold this: Divine Secrets Finger, Raging Flames Burning the Heavens!" He jabbed his finger once more. A fiery projection shot forth, erupting into a blazing inferno. The flames surged onward. Upon clashing with the dark smoke, they ignited like a spark on tinder. With a thunderous roar, the blaze intensified and accelerated, barreling toward the black cloud!

"No, this can't be! What flame is this? How does it pierce my Guiluo Smoke?" Leng Feng's panicked shriek rang from the cloud. He acted as if facing a nightmare. Never had he imagined fire capable of consuming his Guiluo Smoke. That smoke was pure yin essence—how could mere flames breach it?

As his horrified yells peaked, the inferno engulfed the entire Guiluo Smoke. Flames leaped sky-high, and a piercing wail erupted from within. The cry faded gradually. Once the fire died down, Leng Feng's spot lay barren. His body, his spirit artifact, his very soul—all incinerated without trace.

Zhao Hai stared at the void and sighed, "What a shame. That Guiluo Smoke was valuable. And all his yin souls lost too—such a needless loss. I won't let this happen again." He turned toward the ghost market's direction and snorted, "Dark Ghost Sect, I sought no quarrel this time. But since you've come for me, expect no mercy." With a gesture, the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag materialized in his hand. He brandished it, causing it to billow fiercely. Then, clutching the flag, Zhao Hai gazed upward with a roar and sped directly toward the ghost market.

Zhao Hai wasn't far from the ghost market at all. Though the market belonged to the Dark Ghost Sect and sat on the sect's fringes, it didn't hug the absolute boundary. Several Dark Ghost Sect islands dotted the outer regions. This setup kept the market's defenses relatively lax. Only Leng Feng and a handful of core disciples watched over it. An island master was assigned, yet such high-level experts rarely lingered. Why would they waste time in a mere trading hub? Hence, security remained modest.

Up until now, the area had enjoyed peace. No one, no matter how reckless, would lightly provoke one of the top ten sects. Sure, a few audacious souls had tried in the past, but they all met grim ends at the sects' hands. So, challenging the top ten sects became unthinkable.

This complacency left the ghost market's protections weak. Despite a shielding array encircling the island, it had lain dormant for years. To the Dark Ghost Sect, the market was merely a barter spot, holding little strategic worth. They paid scant attention to fortifying it.

That oversight gave Zhao Hai his opening. As he materialized beyond the ghost market, flag in hand, those inside remained oblivious. Most had never even laid eyes on him. Even the few familiar with his face watched in bewilderment, unsure of his intent.

Zhao Hai surveyed the ghost market and laughed, "Weren't you all hunting me? Well, Zou Xiao has arrived!" He swung the mighty flag, unleashing a fierce gale. Unlike ordinary colorless winds, this one was pitch black. Spectral figures danced within the darkness, accompanied by eerie wails.

The ghost market's cultivators finally snapped to attention. They grasped that Zhao Hai came not in friendship, but to strike. Hearing Zou Xiao's name stirred some thrill, yet the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag's assault left them stunned. None had anticipated such madness—daring to assault the Dark Ghost Sect's market. Shock rooted them, delaying any response.

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Hai's wild laughter boomed skyward as he declared, "Didn't you all wonder if I knew the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure secrets? Hear this: their Sinister Wind Ghost Flag is mine now. From this day, I, Zou Xiao, lead the new Ghostwind Bandits. Witness my power!" He lashed the flag harder, whipping the yin wind into a frenzy and amplifying the ghostly howls. Bearing vengeful spirits, the gale plunged into the market, sowing terror among all. Amid shrieks, chaos erupted, as if doomsday had descended.