"Swoosh!"
That rusty sword was invincible.
But in the time it took for a spark to fly, Fang Jiu managed to dodge the fatal blow.
The terrifying aura caused Bian Jiu's neck to be in extreme pain. A sharp cold light brushed past his neck as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade, causing all the hairs on his body to stand on end.
It was at this moment that a figure strangely appeared.
As his figure stepped forward, the faint sound of rumbling thunder could be heard. It was as if his fist had already landed on Fang Jiu's lower abdomen.
"I've capsized, my life is over!"
At this moment, Bian Jiu's gaze was completely replaced by terror. He felt something, but it was too late for him to react.
"Bang!"
A low and deep sound rang out from Fang Jiu's chest. His body was also sent flying ten meters away before he crashed into a huge rock.
"Puchi …"
Cracks appeared on the giant rock after it was struck, and Fang Jiu spat out a mouthful of blood.
Not caring about vomiting blood, Bian Jiu wanted to get up and run.
It was also at this moment that Fang Jiu realized, with great horror, that a medical needle had appeared in his dantian's Qi Sea. This needle had pierced straight through his dantian's Qi Sea.
A young man slowly walked over, the rusty sword in his hand flashed.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? How could you possibly escape my attack …"
Bian Jiu's eyes were filled with even more shock. He cried out in shock before spitting out another mouthful of blood.
He couldn't figure out how Du Shaotian was able to escape a full powered strike from him.
Moreover, this Du Shaotian was clearly only at the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm, yet he was able to cripple his third level of the Martial General Realm. Was this really true …
"You followed me from the Northern Cloud City to the Dreamy Cloud City. I thought you wanted to make a move, but who knew that you would be so patient. With your little abilities, you're still too weak."
Du Shaotian glanced at Bian Jiu, who was on the ground, and knew that someone was following them from the start.
"Puff …"
Bian Jiu vomited another mouthful of blood. His gaze was dejected, completely lifeless. He had a feeling that this matter was certain. Who knew that the other party would know of his existence from the very beginning?
"Third level of the Martial General Realm. You should be well-trained. The Su Clan probably does not have this ability. It should be the crown prince who sent you, right?"
Staring at the ordinary-looking Bian Jiu on the floor, a cold glint flashed across Du Shaotian's eyes.
Bian Jiu tried his best to lift his head, but his lifeless eyes were filled with shock!
Was this really the rumored servant girl's son, the good-for-nothing husband? With just one look, he was able to tell who sent him; this must be a monstrous intelligence.
What caused Fang Jiu to be even more shocked was the strength of Du Shaotian. He was already in the Martial Spirit Realm at the age of fifteen, and most importantly, his three levels of martial general had failed miserably. How could such a youngster be the rumored trash?
"You lied to everyone, but you won't live long. You'll die a miserable death."
Then, Fang Jiu malevolently smiled. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were sinister.
He had already been crippled, and the information he had obtained was wrong. He had already failed completely.
However, no matter how perverted this brat was, he was someone who the crown prince wanted to kill. He was destined to die, and he might even die miserably, so it was equivalent to taking revenge for him.
"How many people did you send? Are there any other arrangements?" asked Young Master Du, looking coldly at Fang Jiu.
"Brat, you're dead for sure. If you cripple me, there will be someone who will take revenge for me."
Bian Jiu sneered, growing increasingly sinister. Even if he were to die, he wouldn't utter a single word. As soon as his words left his mouth, he wanted to swallow the poison in his tongue and commit suicide.
"If you don't want to say it, then I will look for it myself."
Du Shaotian stood in front of the nine bodies, stretched out his hand, and with a slight flick of his fingers, a huge suction force fell on top of Fang Jiu's head, pulling his body up. Like an eagle catching a chick, his paw prints landed on his head.
"Ah …"
All of a sudden, the pupils of Bian Jiu, who had gone through countless training, dilated. His eyes were filled with horror as he screamed, his heart tearing and his lungs splitting. It was as if he had encountered the most terrifying torment.
This sort of torment came from the depths of his soul.
"Ah …"
Bian Jiu's body continued to twitch as he screamed in pain, his screams resonating throughout the entire mountain path.
As Bian Jiu's screams became smaller and smaller, the convulsing and deformed body gradually stopped struggling.
The paw print loosened and Fang Jiu's corpse fell to the ground. It was completely dead, without any signs of life.
"Nether Dragon Spring!"
Du Shaotian's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed through them.
What Du Shaotian had just used was a soul-searching technique. It was able to search the soul of a place directly, causing the other party to be in so much pain that he wished he were dead.
Of course, not to mention the origins of the Art of Soulsearch, it was much more difficult to master it than becoming a pill master for an ordinary martial artist.
Furthermore, the Soul Searching Technique could only be used on people who had weaker souls. If one encountered someone whose soul was stronger than theirs, they would be easily devoured.
The cultivation of a martial general at the ninth level of the Bian Clan was much stronger than Du Shaowu's. However, this was only in the realm of cultivation.
Although Du Shaotian was only at the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm, his true strength had already been revealed. The one who died was Fang Jiu.
Furthermore, in terms of soul, Du Shaotian had traveled through two lifetimes and was the soul of the Pill God in his previous life. Even though he was far from reaching the level of his previous life, he wasn't someone this group of nine could compare with.
From the souls of the other nine, Du Shao Mu knew that the person sent to assassinate him was the prince of You Country, You Long Quan. In order to not reveal anything, he only sent nine people over.
"The crown prince of Youguo, You Longquan!"
A cold light flashed within his eyes as Du Shaotian memorized this man. Since this man wanted to kill him, he naturally wouldn't be polite if he had a chance in the future.
A hunchbacked old man quietly appeared a few meters behind Du Shaowu. It was as if he had suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The messy white hair on the old man's forehead covered his eyes, revealing a somewhat turbid gaze.
"I've followed them from the Dreamy Cloud City all the way to now, am I finally willing to part with them?"
Without turning around, Du Shaotian patted the dust off his hands.
The old man's eyes were full of surprise but calmed down soon after. His voice was a bit hoarse as he said: "A very good disguise technique. I was wrong about it."
"He's not here to kill me. There must be something wrong if he follows me from so far away, right?"
Du Shaotian turned around and looked at the hunchbacked old man, his eyes secretly flickering.
"So you're just a young man with remarkable medical skills, Mister Mo. You're quite talented. First level of the Spirit realm, dual cultivation in alchemy. How about you become my disciple and inherit my legacy?"
The hunchbacked old man looked at Du Shaotian with a moved expression in his cloudy eyes. As he spoke, he bared his yellow teeth. In the middle, there was an empty front tooth. Coupled with his messy appearance, it seemed slightly comical.
"You can't even protect yourself now. Besides, I don't even plan to accept you as my disciple, and you still want to accept me as your disciple. I'm afraid that you're thinking too much."
Du Shaotian said to the elder in a light tone.
Hearing Du Shaotian's words, the old man was taken aback. His mouth was wide open, and his yellowish front teeth were leaking air. His eyes were wide open as he looked at Du Shaotian in shock.
Then, the old man let out a breath and smiled: "Young man, you have some extraordinary medical skills, you are already so young and yet you are already so extraordinary. Then, the old man let out a breath and smiled:" Young man, you are already quite good, you are already so young and you are already so young and yet you are also a master teacher.
However, when paired with his current appearance, it seemed very strange. He continued: "However, compared to being crazy, I'm afraid that you don't have the ability to be arrogant in front of me and become my disciple. I guarantee that you will at least step into the Martial Marquis Realm in less than ten years, no, five years, and with five years, you will be able to reach the level of a Martial King. You might even be able to inherit the legacy of a Martial King.
In five years, he'd gone from the Martial Spirit Realm to the Martial King realm, or even the Martial King realm.
The hunchbacked old man stared at Du Shaotian. This kind of temptation was enough to make all the young people in the world go crazy.
And he truly did have the ability to do so. Such a talented youth truly moved his heart to take him in as a disciple.