Master of Strange Dao

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Not long after proceeding, a white cloud hung in the high sky.

On it stood two rows of warriors clad in armor, their grim helms covering their entire faces.

Atop a large table, a man with white hair, a sinister and delicate countenance, and eyes as cold and venomous as a viper sat behind it, gazing coldly at the approaching Yu Ziqing.

They blocked Yu Ziqing's inevitable path, but he pretended not to notice, flying a bit higher on his own, continuing his flight toward the direction of the ground cave.

In an instant, the two rows of warriors in the battle array drew their long swords from their waists.

Evil Qi and Blade Gang shot toward the sky, blocking Yu Ziqing's path.

"Why do you block my way, everyone?"

"Because you flew over my head, I think you deserve death."

The venomous-eyed man muttered with a skin-deep smile.

Then, two people flew out from the ranks, heading straight for Yu Ziqing.

"When did Seventh Tier experts become so worthless?"

Yu Ziqing swallowed a Devil Pill, instantly going into a Devilic state, and clashed with the two armed men in combat.

Although the two primarily cultivated Qi Refinement, they also practiced Body Refinement, and they followed the wide and open Blade Dao, their techniques simple but deadly.

The Killing Intent and Evil Qi fused with their Blade Gang were honed from real slaughter, making them true experts.

Master of both sword and blade, these were genuine dharma methods born for battle.

Most cultivators of Blade Dao had Killing Intent even stronger than those of Sword Dao, one focusing on force, the other on will.

In actual combat, even with equal realms, those with less real fighting experience couldn't compare to them.

When Yu Ziqing exchanged blows with them, their blade edges were mighty and heavy, slicing his skin painfully, and they could already penetrate his defenses.

This hit home that he was fighting against formidable enemies of the same level.

While in a fully Devilic state, Yu Ziqing was merely a Sixth Tier Body Cultivator, suppressed by the Seventh Tier Blade Dao experts, which was actually normal.

Yu Ziqing engaged in combat with them without anxiety, taking this rare opportunity to practice his body cultivation purely, treating it as a way to hone his combat experience.

Such a minor advantage, plus the experts with rich combat experience, were rare to encounter.

Yu Ziqing fought against two alone, with a few wounds gradually appearing on his body, but in no time, those wounds healed.

The more he battled, the more he felt his own progress.

When fighting against the village chief, he never felt like this.

Because he clearly knew the village chief could hold back, surely wouldn't kill him.

But in such real combat, the opponents came with the intent to kill, completely different.

After fighting for two hours in incense time, the sinister man watching all along frowned slightly.

Immediately, two more people stepped out from the ranks to join the battle.

Yu Ziqing continued to fall into a disadvantage, and after another hour, steam rose from his body, his eyes becoming ever brighter, the recovery from his Devilic state gradually falling behind the rate of injuries appearing.

Yet it didn't matter, he had slowly once again turned the tide from disadvantage to parity.

Yu Ziqing enjoyed the rapid progress brought by real combat, others kindly increased the difficulty bit by bit, what more could he want?

The next moment, that man waved his hand, and the remaining eighteen people joined in, making twenty-four people attack together, their momentum instantly changing, merging into a battle array, where they complemented each other, covering all flaws and weaknesses.

Twenty-four long swords, the endless Blade Gang falling down, and in just three breaths, over ten bone-deep scars appeared on Yu Ziqing's body.

Yu Ziqing mobilized the dragon liver vitality stored previously, his injuries rapidly recovering, Qi-Blood forcing out the invasive energies from within his body.

In this way, his recovery pace kept up with the rate of his injuries.

As long as he didn't take a lethal hit, he wouldn't die.

The man watching the scene from behind the table relaxed his brow, speaking slowly.

"Qing Ziyu, I don't want your life, hand over the Big Seal, and I'll let you go."

"Do you believe that yourself?" Yu Ziqing replied in a spare moment.

"Heh heh..." The man laughed.

"Fine, I want the Big Seal, and Cui Changping, then I'll spare your life, as I say."

Yu Ziqing took a few more cuts, the Blade Gang clashing with his bones, ringing with the sound of gold and iron, yet he grinned.

It seemed Cui Changping was indeed important to that man, but not as important as the Big Seal.

Still he's a Ninth Tier incarnation, getting him back if possible would naturally be best.

But someone was still targeting him even after Cui Changping had hit the road.

So Yu Ziqing could only assume, Cui Changping was actually expendable, but the other person that Yu Ziqing wanted was extremely important to them.

Important enough that they were unwilling to compromise, or at least, couldn't directly compromise.

"May I ask your name?"

"You are not worthy to know."

"Alright then, I won't play along anymore."

Yu Ziqing sighed, his Yin God suddenly opening its eyes, and after throwing a few punches, he broke out of the encirclement.

Couldn't train anymore, with only Body Refinement pure strength, he wasn't a match for those twenty-four Blade Dao experts.

If he hadn't used any strength beyond Body Refinement, and his recovery hadn't become extreme, he would have been hacked to death long ago.

Facing the twenty-four who approached once more, Yu Ziqing watched the Blade Gang coming, removed a storage bag from his waist, and threw it out.