Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8528: Killer move (1)

Capítulo 8528: Killer move (1)

Wen Butong and his companions failed to comprehend the nature of the demonic beasts that Zhao Hai and his group mounted. Those creatures possessed immense power. Their defenses proved incredibly robust. When strikes connected with the beasts, the animals merely let out pained whinnies, showing no real damage. It resembled striking a sturdy horse—the creature might feel discomfort, yet it wouldn't suffer grave harm.

These demonic beasts moved with astonishing velocity. In the majority of instances, assaults barely grazed them due to their incredible speed. Yet, the key factor was their remarkable agility. They evaded and maneuvered within tight spaces effortlessly. The beasts showed no fear toward incoming attacks whatsoever. Countless strikes from the foes ended up falling short.

Moreover, the offensive capabilities of these demonic beasts were truly formidable. Their physical might was enormous, and those supple tails offered exceptional protection. Celestial devices clashed against the tails but inflicted zero harm. The tail strikes came not only swiftly but with devastating force. Each collision with a celestial device sent tremors through the attackers' minds, thanks to the overwhelming power in those appendages.

Confronted by such formidable demonic beasts, the group found themselves momentarily at a loss. Zhao Hai had kept a close watch on these adversaries. All of them employed orthodox cultivation methods from the righteous path. Those techniques emphasized steady buildup. Do not assume the righteous path's assaults lacked potency; their strikes held substantial force. If not, they could never have dominated the demonic path sects for countless years.

Zhao Hai refrained from deploying any elaborate skills. Instead, he wielded the dark supple sword to unleash streams of sword intent, shattering opponents' offensives. Simultaneously, he launched sword lights toward his foes. No special techniques came into play. His focus remained on studying these enemies, gauging their true capabilities.

After prolonged combat, he discerned their solid prowess. Still, they paled in comparison to the six elders of the Bloody Massacre Sect. To describe it aptly, Wen Butong's power nearly matched Lei Gang's. Though Lei Gang lacked renown, his strength shone brightly. He fell short of the six elders yet surpassed typical sect members by a wide margin.

Besides Wen Butong, another tricky opponent emerged: the gaunt monk. He practiced the authentic Buddhist method known as the Withering Zen technique. This profound art held mystical qualities. Through it, he grasped the essence of life and death. It guided straight to the profound Dao of life and death, rendering it immensely potent.

Zhao Hai's clash with the skinny monk opened his eyes. He never imagined the monk's such overwhelming might or his deep insight into the Withering Zen technique. The man had even attained comprehension of the great Dao of life and death. The seamless shift between life and death energies in his strikes posed significant challenges for Zhao Hai.

Nevertheless, after observing them extensively, Zhao Hai gained a clearer picture of their strengths. He resolved it was time to reveal his own might. With that thought, he altered the flexible sword in his grasp and bellowed, “Divine armament, expose Li Hua!” This remained his cherished technique. It excelled in both wide-area devastation and pinpoint strikes, making it a frequent choice for Zhao Hai.

As Zhao Hai uttered the command, innumerable minute sword shadows surged toward the enemies. These shadows resembled fireworks erupting in a spectacular display. Each tiny shadow acted as a sparkling speck in the burst. The sword shadows' coverage fully spanned a hundred-foot radius around Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai's abrupt assault stunned Wen Butong and his allies. They hadn't anticipated such a tactic from him. Upon witnessing the sky brimming with sword radiance, they instinctively activated their defenses. Golden characters swirled around Wen Butong, intercepting the sword lights. Whenever a character shattered, a fresh one swiftly took its place.

For Grandmaster Withered Leaf, a massive tree materialized before him. This arboreal form was bizarre indeed. One half bloomed vibrant green, the other utterly desiccated. The barren side faced Zhao Hai, repelling every sword light.

This manifestation signaled a profound mastery of the Withering Glory Zen technique. It embodied the concept of the withered tree reviving in spring. The Withering Glory Zen technique urged the practitioner to sense the hush of all things fading and perishing. From that stillness, a spark of life emerged. It pursued vitality amid demise and the cycle between existence and oblivion. Such was the core essence of the Withering Glory Zen technique.

The rest deployed their personal methods to counter Zhao Hai's onslaught. Yet, in that instant, Zhao Hai's voice echoed once more. “Shen Ji, cloud piercing arrow!” A dark sword gleam abruptly lanced forth, striking a cultivator's throat. The man lacked even a moment to respond before the sword light pierced through. This stood as one of Zhao Hai's signature maneuvers.

Wen Butong and the others recoiled in surprise. They retreated several paces and launched counterattacks. The golden script before Wen Butong ascended and expanded, slamming toward Zhao Hai. The Withered Leaf Zen Master extended a finger and declared, “Deadwood finger!” With the gesture, the ambiance shifted dramatically. It morphed into a desolate woodland exuding an endless aura of mortality.

Upon witnessing this technique, Zhao Hai couldn't suppress a grin. He intoned deeply, “Divine Secrets, the celestial maiden scatter flowers!” At his words, myriad sword blossoms bloomed across the heavens. These blossoms mimicked genuine petals. They drifted lazily downward from above, perfuming the air with an alluring floral scent.

With the blossoms' emergence, the encircling withered woods vanished. The Withered Leaf Master aimed his finger at Zhao Hai, while hordes of golden characters assailed him. But then, the petals gently descended upon both combatants. Upon contact, the flowers morphed into myriad sword intents that infiltrated their forms.

Shock gripped the pair. They hadn't foreseen each petal as a construct of Zhao Hai's sword intent. Believing the blooms a mix of illusion and reality, they initially dismissed the drifting flowers. Now, the lethal peril became starkly apparent.

Their faces twisted in alarm, and they hastily withdrew. Concurrently, they channeled their energies to expel the intruding sword intents from within. Just then, Zhao Hai's voice resounded: “Shen Ji, hundred poison extermination!” In response, thick black fog abruptly engulfed the area. The fog exhibited potent erosive qualities. The golden runes Wen Butong summoned to ward off threats gradually eroded beneath the miasma. This development astonished Wen Butong deeply. After all, his runes harnessed righteous power and faith's essence. For them to succumb to the foe's toxin in this manner proved utterly astonishing.

Zhao Hai pressed onward without pause. He proclaimed, “Divine armament, blazing flames incinerate the heavens!” As he spoke, his sword blazed forth, cleaving toward the Withered Leaf Master. The instant the swing completed, the ebony supple sword transformed into a colossal blade wreathed in roaring inferno.

The Withered Leaf Zen Master's countenance darkened at the sight of Zhao Hai's fiery colossus. His cultivated Withering Glory Zen technique belonged to the five elements, specifically wood affinity. Yet Zhao Hai countered with a fire-based art. In elemental terms, Zhao Hai's blade directly clashed against his own school. At their lofty realms, such counters held subtler sway. However, against Zhao Hai—who battled eight foes solo—the mutual opposition of elements could prove a vital edge for survival.

Still, the Withered Leaf Zen Master stayed composed. He shifted his fist art and cried out, “All living things grow!” With that, he unleashed a punch toward Zhao Hai. This strike brimmed with infinite vitality. Even flames could find hindrance in such exuberant life force.

Yet in that precise moment, a sly glint sparked in Zhao Hai's gaze. He abruptly altered his sword path and shouted, “Divine armament, soul devouring myriad insects!” Countless dark sword rays erupted outward. These rays morphed into parasitic Gu worms that hurtled straight at Master Withered Leaf's fist. The shadowy bugs devoured the intent of his punch and trailed it back to his hand.

Horror seized the Withered Leaf Master. He never dreamed Zhao Hai could switch sword forms with such rapidity. Changing his own move now proved impossible. As the insects approached, his features contorted. He swiftly recalled his strike and swung his fists anew. “Boundless Deadwood!”

But then, an abrupt voice cut through: “Shen Ji, cloud piercing arrow!” This piercing cloud arrow represented a straightforward technique. It amounted to a single thrust—a blade directed at the throat. No variations complicated it, much like a launched arrow. An arrow in flight followed a direct path; any deviation disqualified it as such. Nonetheless, this art boasted two unique traits. First came its speed, utterly unparalleled. Upon release, the sword light flickered and arrived at the target's neck in a blink. The adversary couldn't muster a defense in time.

The second trait lay in its piercing force. This sword's penetration proved extraordinarily fierce. Even average defenses crumbled before it. Not merely protective spiritual energy failed; common celestial artifacts offered no barrier. The reason stemmed from the strike's focused might. All its power converged into the sword gleam. Mundane barriers naturally yielded to this desperate, life-ending thrust. Thus, defending against it grew exceedingly arduous. It ranked among Zhao Hai's deadliest techniques.