CHAPTER 191: CHAPTER 179: NOT FIT TO STAY LONG_2

With this step completed, the Profound Thunder Sword became truly ownerless. Shen Wang infused some spiritual sense into it, leaving an imprint. The Profound Thunder Sword reacted slightly, releasing its thunder power, though it was still far from being wielded as if by an arm.

Shen Wang was unworried; being able to use it now was sufficient. The power of the Profound Thunder Sword was ultimately better than the mere toughness of the Black Death Blade.

With a sharper weapon, he then looked outside.

Having refined the array’s core, his senses could merge with the entire Dao Array, easily scouting the situation inside and nearby.

The Foundation Establishment Cultivators who had been ambushed earlier were outside, encircling the Ninth Peak, obviously not wanting him to escape.

Seeing this, Shen Wang’s gaze turned cold, "Can’t make a move against the three Golden Cores, but dealing with you... hmph!"

He rose and flew out with the initially refined Profound Thunder Sword.

Collecting spoils and initially refining the Profound Thunder Sword didn’t take much time; Shen Wang continued his actions without pause.

Half a quarter of an hour later, on a cliff outside, a cultivator protected by a defense shield stood vigilantly on a rock outcrop, holding a magical artifact.

He was watching for the thief who might escape.

"With three Golden Core-level making a move, the thief can’t escape; it’s impossible for him to flee."

He muttered, glancing at his defense shield, "This is the third talisman; coming here I haven’t gained any benefits, just kept consuming."

Just as he considered whether to remove the defense and rest for a while, a white dot appeared in his view and blinked to before him.

This white dot was a streak of sword light, carrying thunder power, accompanied by a gust and rumble, piercing directly through his shield and his brow.

By the time he reacted, there was already a bloody hole in his forehead. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn’t utter a word.

Shen Wang appeared nearby, grasping the Profound Thunder Sword, controlling the corpse about to fall off the cliff, and deftly pocketing any valuable items, then set it ablaze.

After the thunderous solution, Shen Wang returned to the array’s range, heading for the next enemy to kill.

With the array’s concealment, he acted swiftly without being detected.

However, he reckoned that the spiritual sense of the last Golden Core would occasionally sweep over, and even if he attacked one by one, he probably wouldn’t be able to kill many.

Sure enough, as soon as Shen Wang switched positions, he sensed a strong spiritual sense sweeping over.

He hastened his speed, needing to kill more before being discovered.

A mile away, another cultivator leisurely sat on a white spiritual crane.

This spiritual crane was divine and beautiful, very large, with wings spanning over a yard. Merely fluttering its wings could keep it airborne, stably carrying a person.

This cultivator was very young, disdainfully looking at the mountain peak, "If the three Golden Core seniors let the thief escape, that’d be strange."

While he was indifferent, the spiritual crane suddenly let out a distressed cry, seemingly sensing something.

"Xiaobai, did you find something?"

The young cultivator stroked the crane; just as he asked, the latter shrieked, flapped its wings, kicking up a gust, and sidled to avoid something.

Simultaneously, a streak of sword light appeared faster than lightning.

The forewarned spiritual crane was thoroughly startled, attempted to dodge but still was pierced by the sword light, shattering the young cultivator’s shield.

Blood sprinkled through the air, crane toppled, man overturned.

"Not good!"

The young cultivator’s expression changed, grabbing onto the crane to avoid being thrown off, while pulling out a new talisman for protection.

But a figure was already approaching amid the gale, a gloomy knife light slicing down, in his scream, cleaving him and the immortal crane into halves.

"Didn’t expect this beast’s senses to be sharp enough to detect my killing intent ahead of time."

Shen Wang landed nearby, slightly surprised.

If he hadn’t acted quickly, this fellow might have escaped.

Spiritual essence turned into a rope to wrap around the corpse for examination; Shen Wang found the man had two storage pouches.

Ordinary ones were black, the other was gray. Shen Wang’s thoughts penetrated it, finding it contained some food and water.

Glancing at the slain white crane, he mused, "This should be a Beast Taming Bag, its space can hold living creatures."

Judging by the clothes, this person was from the Hundred Refining Sect; these sect members certainly had various skills, their own expertise might not be strong, but other abilities were numerous.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, what’s happening on your side?"

A mile away, an uncertain voice shouted; the crane’s cry was so penetrating that others could hear it.

Shen Wang sneered, not caring.

These people blocked the Ninth Peak every mile; to ordinary people, this distance was far, but to cultivators, it’s nothing.

Even if sight is obstructed, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s spiritual sense can probe across.

Shen Wang pocketed the crane’s corpse as food, burned the cultivator’s body, when another cultivator who hadn’t received a response had already probed with spiritual sense.

Discovering Shen Wang’s destruction, this person was immediately startled, shouting anxiously, "Fairy Ling Shu, the thief escaped and is killing!"

"Hmph, my ears aren’t deaf!"

A gale whistled past, Yun Lingshu had already rushed over from afar, her speed so fast that even Shen Wang frowned and withdrew.

A streak of sword light fell right on Shen Wang’s retreat path, almost striking him.

The ground bore a slash mark, but Shen Wang was not there; his voice echoed, "Bitch, come in if you’ve got the guts!"

Although Yun Lingshu didn’t have many conflicts with him, everything started because of her.

She was still wielding the Array-Breaking Shuttle, the key figure that drove him away from Fengming Mountain, Shen Wang naturally wished to lure her into the Dao Array to slay.

Yun Lingshu’s pretty face turned somber; her expression changed, but she didn’t pursue.

She took out a Communication Jade Pendant, attempting to contact Profound Thunder Zhenren but got no reply.

"How is it possible? The three went in together; even encountering a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator wouldn’t cause such fast loss of contact."

Yun Lingshu was astounded, looking at the concealed Ninth Peak, an involuntary chill ran down her spine.

Previously only heard this place related to a mysteriously vanished sect, never imagined it could sever contact with three Golden Core cultivators entering.

Nearby several Foundation Establishment cultivators arrived, bowing respectfully.

"Miss Ling Shu," said a Yun family cultivator, "this thief is too ruthless, not only killing Fellow Daoist Wang from the Hundred Refining Sect, but also our people."

Yun Lingshu said solemnly, "I know, notify everyone to gather immediately!"

"Yes."

A few contacted others, simultaneously discussing.

"Strange, with three seniors inside, the thief should be running away badly, yet he’s daring enough to return."

"Critically, he’s intentionally killing our people; normally, he’d kill one and run, wouldn’t he?"

Even Foundation Establishment cultivators present weren’t fools, vaguely sensing something amiss.

"They might have encountered some mishaps; we can’t afford being picked off one by one."

Yun Ling coldly stated, the situation unclear now, she harbored rather negative speculation.

Whether trapped or killed, for them, neither option was good news.

A powerful spiritual sense spread widely, closely monitoring nearby situations, resulting in finding a few miles away a cultivator gathering to join was struck down by the thief.

Yun Lingshu’s face darkened, and she realized this individual’s power was truly formidable, unable to withstand even someone of equal level.

She pondered if she could effortlessly achieve this in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Probably difficult, right?

Yun Lingshu was stunned to find out that this person’s foundation might be more solid than hers!

How is this possible, a mere loose cultivator, a thief hidden in the shadows, why possess such substantial foundation?

Just what is the background of these people?

The more Yun Lingshu thought, the more it seemed off; this place was dangerous, not suitable for lingering!

After a moment of thought, she concluded resolutely, "Follow me!"

She led them to gather with others, but couldn’t prevent the thief’s ambush; the enemy’s action speed outstripped her own.

She had to circle around the mountain, extending the route much longer, while the foe could directly take shortcuts; by the time she gathered everyone, seven had been slain by the foe!

Each one killed by thunder, the ruthless methods chilled Yun Lingshu’s heart somewhat.

Only twenty remaining alive, all wore somber expressions, anxious and uneasy.

Still unable to reach the three Golden Cores, Yun Lingshu made a decisive call: "There’s a problem here, let’s retreat ten miles!"

She hurriedly led the retreat, reaching ten miles away.

As Yun Lingshu began contacting her family, explaining the situation, seeking support, suddenly amidst the forest they paused in, gleaming cold light emerged!

"Still daring to chase after?"

Yun Lingshu’s fury surged, then was startled to discover not just a single entity exuding murderous intent; her heart jolted.