Chapter 428: 428, [He is the Reverse Scale of the Back Mountain] (Seeking double monthly tickets!)
Lu Xun propped himself up on his sword sheath, grumbling incessantly for quite some time. Mid-rant, his body slowly hunched over as he half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.
His injuries this time were indeed extremely severe.
To withstand a blow from Yi Xuan with just his mortal body was no joke.
Although Yi Xuan was weak at that time, the power of his purple streak was no less than a full-blown strike from a fifth-level Great Cultivator.
If it had been an ordinary sword cultivator, they would’ve been penetrated and killed on the spot.
With one hand propped on the ground and another gripping the sword sheath, Lu Xun bent his head low and coughed up a considerable amount of fresh blood.
The green pearl constantly nourished his body, recovering his wounds, and making him feel much better.
At that moment, several notifications appeared before Lu Xun’s eyes.
“Ding! You’ve killed the Foreign Race member: Yi Xuan, and earned 5.69 million Experience Points!”
Because Yi Xuan had been injured by the “Sword Qi is Near” at the start, the experience point rewards were affected to an extent.
“Ding! You’ve gained 950 Faction Contribution Points!”
Just as Lu Xun speculated, Yi Xuan held a prestigious rank. The system was generous in terms of Contribution Points, equivalent to nearly a fifth of a small altar’s.
The notification that drew Lu Xun’s attention was the third.
“Ding! Based on your killing of the Foreign Race member: Yi Xuan, you have a chance to trigger the quest: The Wrath of the Supreme Lord.”
Looking at the notification, Lu Xun found it rather amusing.
This was just to see if the Supreme Lord would get angry upon hearing that his adopted son had been killed!
As long as he was furious, he could trigger the quest.
However, if he didn’t care about Yi Xuan, his adopted son, the quest couldn’t be triggered.
“To be honest, having a quest to accept is very tempting. But getting loathed by the Supreme Lord seems tough to cope with,” Lu Xun pondered.
With this thought, he coughed up more blood.
Oh my gosh, my sword bone…
After some consideration, Lu Xun immediately opened his character panel.
He had previously used his 20 million experience points to level up three times and had a prolonged battle with Yi Xuan.
The final result was the Foreign Race’s first handsome guy being drained dry by Heavenly Dust Continent’s first handsome guy and was successfully killed despite the level gap.
Of course, Heavenly Dust Continent’s Number One was a bit weak now.
Fortunately, after killing Yi Xuan, Lu Xun had a total of 7 million experience points in his character panel, just enough to level up again.
Glancing at Blooming City and twisting his head to check the battlefield’s situation, he directly leveled himself up by one.
After reaching the Character Level 46, a large flow of spiritual energy surged into Lu Xun’s body, instantly maxing out his blue bar—which symbolized spiritual energy.
At the same time, his physical state rapidly improved, quickly returning to a healthy state.
Lu Xun wiped the corner of his mouth and glanced at his current state.
“I’m covered in blood, and my black robe is somewhat ragged, so many holes in it.” He felt that he now resembled the cool guy in the ancient internet pictures.
“But at least the one alive is me.” He walked over, picked up Yi Xuan’s body, and silently flew towards the battlefield.
“I’m not worried about the second senior sister, I’m more worried about the little loli,” Lu Xun thought to himself.
Mao Nanbei was fighting the second priest’s avatar alone. Although the avatar was yet to form completely, it was indeed terrifying.
That was why Lu Xun decided to return to the battlefield immediately, even in such an exhausted state.
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During the battle, with the passage of time, the sand sculpture players had gained an absolute advantage.
They had already crushed their opponents in number and had revivals, perfectly suited for combat.
There were no High-Level Foreign Race existences left in the alien army led by Yi Xuan. Thus, their annihilation was only a matter of time.
In fact, some people had started to get carried away after gaining the upper hand.
“Come hit me! Come hit me! Hehe! Can’t hit me~~”
“Yo, Foreign Race white-face, I don’t kill you directly, aren’t you mad?”
“All step back, I want to fight ten! Take my Ying Ying Fist!”
Everyone went silent as a paper crane appeared. The man on the paper crane had a blood-stained black robe, and his sleeve was soaked in blood, dropping bit by bit.
His face showed traces of fatigue, but his body was as straight as a drawn longsword.
It was obvious that the man in the black robe had just gone through a fierce battle.
Yet, his face was striving to maintain a mild and calm smile, instantly returning to the battlefield without taking any break.
The most shocking thing for the players was the corpse he had in his hand—it was the corpse of the Foreign Race Boss!
“Damn! Did Purple Palace really kill the Boss alone?”
“How high is the level of this foreign race? I saw quite a few High-Level Foreign Races under him; this Boss should be at least sixty or more, right?”
Although the players didn’t have the authority to view Yi Xuan’s specific level, they knew in their hearts that his level was definitely much higher than Lu Xun’s!
Among the crowd, Xiao Long Bao and many female players gasped in shock. As a player, she was actually worried about the NPC.
“Ahhh! Little Fishy! He seems to be seriously injured!”
She couldn’t help it. Good-looking people seemed even more heart-stopping when they bled.
Lu Xiaoyu didn’t speak, but her gaze remained fixed on Lu Xun as she bit her lower lip.
Soon, they heard Lu Xun’s slightly tired but still carefree voice:
“Second Priest, I let you down.”
Immediately after, they witnessed Lu Xun casually tossing Yi Xuan’s corpse towards the distant Fire Man.
This unfinished incarnation of the Second Priest gestured with his hand and Yi Xuan’s corpse instantly burst into flames, subsequently turning to ashes.
“Worthless!” The Fire Man let out a hoarse growl.
Undoubtedly, the Second Priest was struggling to contain his rage at this moment.
A sixth-level foreign entity had died by the hands of a fourth-stage cultivator!
Were the news to get out, it would be nothing but a joke, an insult to the foreign race!
Naturally, he would never have guessed that someone was prepared to use their 20 million Experience Points in a battle of attrition.
All he could see now was the end result.
Mao Nanbei swung her knife towards the Fire Man before leveraging the momentum to fly backwards, landing beside Lu Xun.
She glanced at Lu Xun, her cat ears twitched notably upon seeing his blood-stained robes.
“Little junior brother…” Mao Nanbei’s voice quavered ever so slightly, almost on the brink of tears.
“Fourth sister, I’m alright. Didn’t you forget? I have a green pearl,” Lu Xun replied with a smile.
Surprisingly, Mao Nanbei didn’t back down, instead asking, “Little junior brother, are you in pain?”
Much like the echoes of worry when a loved one undergoes surgery; knowing they’ll recover and the surgery will be a success, yet the heart can’t help but fret, “The cut must hurt, right?”
Even Lu Xun, who was generally unfazed by pain, seemed to soften a bit at that moment, and he smiled and said, “I’m okay.”
Mao Nanbei’s grip tightened on her two knives, her beautiful eyes growing round. Facing the Second Priest’s incarnation she shouted, “Old hag, I will cut you down now!”
She immediately sprung into the air. Her Bodhisattva’s Hoar glistened with a dazzling sparkle. The Knife Gang constantly generated, using a series of three blows as a cycle, to constantly stack power.
“She seems to have really gotten angry?” Lu Xun thought to himself as he observed the overpowering Knife Gang.
He wasn’t here to idly watch the show. With a slap on his sword sheath with his left hand, a massive amount of Sword Qi began to surge out from within.
Every wave of Sword Qi carried a trace of Divine Fire.
The Divine Fire could suppress the Second Priest’s flame. It was undoubtedly the ultimate weapon against him.
“Go!” At Lu Xun’ command, thousands of blazing Sword Qi flew over.
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On the other side of the battlefield, there was an area which others couldn’t approach.
Within this space, only the Second Sister and the Second Priest remained.
The Second Sister, dressed in a Daoist robe, held her Wooden Sword while her hair danced gently in the breeze.
She maintained a placid expression and a frigid demeanor. Each of her sword strikes was neither fast nor slow, but left the Second Priest with no room to dodge.
These days, after facing off with The Sword Qi is Near and Gu Xiaoman, the Second Priest felt a completely different experience.
The most notable characteristic of The Sword Qi is Near was its mighty speed!
In an instant, the Sword Qi was near!
However, the thin Taoist woman in front of him was different. Her sword wasn’t particularly fast, nor was it too slow.
You could watch the sword move, sense its trajectory, but for some unknown reason, you could never dodge it.
Most horrifying was the calm of the woman in front of him.
She was like a deep pool; utterly inscrutable.
Facing her head-on, she maintained a serene state. Regardless of how frequent his tactics would change, she perpetually kept that serene state.
As a Priest, the Second Priest had almost an unrivaled mastery of fire, controlling it at will. He had a plethora of methods, truly an expert in manipulating flames!
Yet the woman in front of him never panicked, always appearing to have an uncanny control over the situation.
Up until this point, having sufficiently understood Gu Xiaoman’s strength, the Second Priest was able to estimate her realm.
She was at the half-step ninth stage!
This frigid Daoist nun, clad in a Daoist robe, wielding a wooden sword, was a Great Cultivator at the peak of the eighth stage, and possibly on the brink of breaking through to the ninth stage!
The farther one progresses in their cultivation, even the slightest bit of advancement would create a massive gap.
Gu Xiaoman was in the eighth stage, Shen Yan was also in the eighth stage. But even if Shen Yan and the other Peak Masters combined their forces, they wouldn’t stand a chance against Gu Xiaoman.
Compared to facing The Sword Qi is Near, the Second Priest found Gu Xiaoman much trickier to handle.
The reason was, The Sword Qi is Near was just a sword, whereas Gu Xiaoman was one of the strongest Sword Cultivators on the Heavenly Dust Continent!
Although the Second Priest was approximately the same realm as her, he had lost his Soul Devouring Flame and Scepter, and even his incarnation was gone.
Meanwhile, she still held a Wooden Sword.
A Wooden Sword that had been nurtured by the great perfection of the Sword Cultivating Technique!
Ever since Lu Xun returned to the battlefield, Gu Xiaoman took a glance at him from afar.
She saw Lu Xun amidst the crowd, and saw the blood all over him.
Observing this, the Second Priest noticed that a hint of concern had crept onto the usually serene and cool face of the Taoist Nun.
This deep, enigmatic pool finally stirred slightly.
All because of her little junior brother.
The next moment, she waved her Wooden Sword upwards, creating a wave of indomitable Sword Qi.
“Shh——”
The mighty Second Priest of the foreign race instantly lost an arm.
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