บท 760: Chapter 131 Invitation from the Holy Spirit Cult_1
Qin Xiao felt somewhat surprised at Poison Not Dead's resolution.
Poison Not Dead said in a deep voice, "Are you curious why I, as one of the top forces on Soul Land, would provoke Shrek Academy?
It's fine, I'll tell you. Our Body Sect, in the face of great justice, will choose to stand with Shrek Academy. But when there's no such justice, remember, finding time to kill Shrek Academy is the duty and obligation of every member of the Body Sect."
These words of Poison Not Dead were not false, as the original text recorded that when the soul beasts launched their onslaught, the Body Sect indeed sent their strong to help resist.
But his desire to kill Shrek Academy had never lessened.
"Why are you telling me all this? I'm not a disciple of your Body Sect."
Qin Xiao curled his lips in disdain.
Poison Not Dead laughed, "Then you must strive to become a disciple of my Body Sect."
Qin Xiao wore a face full of pride, "Sorry, not interested."
...
At the junction of the Sky Soul, Dou Spirit, and Xingluo Empires.
A nameless peak had been dyed red with blood.
Countless corpses were scattered all over the mountain.
The stench of blood permeated the air, nauseating.
Yet even so, there were still people who fearlessly charged at the figure on the mountain top.
"Xuan Zi, return my family's life to me."
A young Soul Elder, holding a long knife that glinted with a cold light, chopped towards Xuan Zi's neck.
Xuan Zi didn't dodge or avoid at all, standing right there, letting the other's long knife strike him.
The result, however, was a clash of metal, his head still on his neck. Upon closer inspection, the Soul Elder's full-strength blow had not even left a scratch on Xuan Zi's neck.
"I'm just standing here, letting you kill me, and you can't do it."
"Trash, trash, trash, I gave you the chance, and you're still useless."
"Since you can't kill me, then you can only be killed by me."
Xuan Zi roared angrily, his face full of madness.
He reached out with both hands and grabbed the other's shoulders, then with a fierce exertion of strength, ripped the young Soul Elder in half.
Blood mist sprayed the sky.
It was as if an artist splashed ink, further deepening the blood-red hue of the entire mountain.
Xuan Zi spread his arms wide, tilting his head back to bathe in the blood.
He was mad and reveled in it.
He roared to the heavens, "Who else wants to try?"
The expressions of those around who had come to seek revenge on Xuan Zi changed.
But it only lasted an instant.
Each of their families had been slaughtered by Xuan Zi.
They had traveled afar, even thousands of miles, all for the sake of seeking justice for their deceased loved ones.
Their strength varied from Soul Masters, Grand Soul Masters, Soul Elders, Soul Ancestors...
They knew well they were facing a supreme expert, that attempting to kill such a terrifying being was like a moth to flame, but still they were unhesitating and unwavering.
"Kill!"
Someone shouted first, swiftly triggering resonance amongst the crowd.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
A chorus of battle cries quickly merged into one.
Even if they were moths to a flame, they didn't hold back.
"Hahaha, good, come on, die, all of you go die."
Xuan Zi, who rejected no challengers, began a massacre.
As screams rose one after another, those in the front fell like harvested wheat.
But the Soul Masters following them were fearless, still braving death without fright, stepping over the bodies of their predecessors, charging towards Xuan Zi.
After a long while.
The cries of battle gradually ceased.
Xuan Zi stood atop the mountain, hunched over, gasping for air heavily.
Suddenly, he turned his gaze towards a certain direction.
There, a figure slowly ascended the mountain, arriving in front of him.
"Are you an evil Soul Master?"
Seeing the newcomer dressed in a pitch-black robe, Xuan Zi had already guessed his identity.
After all, the entire force that acted mysteriously was none other than evil Soul Masters who favored such attire, as well as the sinister, frigid aura emanating from the newcomer; Xuan Zi immediately sensed it.
"In the eyes of the world, that is so, but I don't see it that way," the newcomer said, removing his cloak to reveal his face.
He was an old man, his skin also very dark, with one eyebrow higher than the other, very distinctive.
"I am called Zhang Peng, titled Scorpion Tiger."
Zhang Peng forced a dry smile across his dark face, "I won't beat around the bush. I have come to escort you back to the Saint Sect."
The fact that the Holy Spirit Cult was willing to send a Titled Douluo Level Elder as a negotiator already showed the other party's sincerity.
Moreover, Zhang Peng had seen the situation Xuan Zi was in; he felt that Xuan Zi had reached a point where he had no options left, and there was no place for him in the vast world. The Holy Spirit Cult was definitely the best destination.
"The Saint Sect?"
Xuan Zi was taken aback. Could it be that the evil Soul Masters also had some sort of organization?
His mind raced, feeling that this possibility was very likely.
Zhang Peng, however, clearly did not wish to elaborate to Xuan Zi at this point, "You don't need to think too much for now. Just follow me back to the Saint Sect, and everything will be made clear then."
Hearing this, Xuan Zi nodded, "The wide heavens and earth no longer have a place for me... You say the Saint Sect hopes to offer me a spot."
His voice was filled with desolation.
Could it be this easy? Zhang Peng was ecstatic inside.
He had thought Xuan Zi would drive a hard bargain for some benefits before compromising.
But there were none...
Perhaps he truly was disheartened...
He thought to himself.
Just then, he heard Xuan Zi say, "The continuous battles have taken a toll on me. I'm having some difficulty moving now, come and help me."
"Of course," Zhang Peng responded.
After hearing this, Zhang Peng didn't hesitate to move in front of Xuan Zi, extending his hand to help him.
In his eyes, it was a small matter, hardly even a favor.
Moreover, his thoughts had already flown back to the Holy Spirit Cult. This would be a great achievement, and he fantasized about what reward the Sect Hierarch would give him.
However.
In the next moment, his dream was shattered.
An intense killing intent suddenly burst forth from Xuan Zi, and he noticed the murderous look in Xuan Zi's eyes. Immediately after, a fist the size of a sandbag furiously slammed into his chest.
Zhang Peng could only manage to muster his Soul Power inside to resist the attack.
Xuan Zi's fist heavily struck Zhang Peng's chest, making a muffled sound.
Jinpeng was sent flying out like a sandbag.
After landing on the ground, he tumbled several times before managing to stand up.
He covered his chest with a hand, as his insides churned tumultuously; he could no longer hold back and spewed out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
His complexion instantly turned ashen white, as pale as a sheet of paper.
"Xuan Zi, what are you doing? I was kindly helping you, why are you attacking me?" he yelled at Xuan Zi, his eyes full of anger and grievance.
I help you, you hit me—what kind of reasoning is that?
In contrast, Xuan Zi just shook his head with a sigh, "What a pity, what a pity..."
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