Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 152: Palace Spy 996

Tengchong stopped, his face solemn as he took in the horrific scene before him. Dozens of bodies lay scattered across the ground, each one with a distorted face and a gruesome death. Their eyes were hollow, as if they had experienced extreme pain and terror in their lives.

Tengchong squatted down and carefully examined one of the bodies. His fingers gently touched the skin, feeling its cold, lifeless touch. He discovered that the aura of these people's cultivation had completely dissipated, as if instantly sucked dry by a powerful and evil force.

"This method is so cruel that it is definitely not something an ordinary person would do." Tengchong frowned and thought to himself.

He stood up and walked towards the other corpse. Just as he crouched down, a dark shadow suddenly shot out from under the corpse like lightning. A strange spear shot towards Tengchong's chest like a ghost.

The tip of the gun was a dark black, as if it could devour all light, emitting a chilling chill. The handle was a dark blue, with bright red lines flowing like blood, eerie and terrifying.

Tengchong's pupils contracted sharply at the sudden attack, and he was horrified. He instinctively wanted to retreat quickly to avoid it, but he felt a powerful force tightly restraining his body, making his movements extremely slow.

"Not good!" Tengchong cried in his heart, veins bulging on his forehead, and he tried desperately to break free from this invisible restraint.

However, the gun followed him like a shadow, getting closer and closer. As the distance shortened, Tengchong's movements became slower and slower, as if time had frozen at this moment.

"Puff!" Finally, the gun ruthlessly pierced Tengchong's chest, and the powerful impact nailed him to a thick tree behind him.

A stream of blood spurted out of Tengchong's mouth, staining his clothes red. His face turned pale as paper in an instant, and his eyes were filled with pain and despair.

At this moment, the corpse suddenly exploded violently, blood and flesh flying everywhere. A black figure suddenly jumped out from the ground and landed steadily on the ground.

The man was dressed in a black robe, wrapping himself tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light. He slowly took off his hat, revealing a hideous and distorted face.

Tengchong's eyes widened, filled with surprise and anger: "You are not Lin Feng, you are the real remnant of the Demon Cult!"

The black-robed man laughed heartily, his voice piercing and sharp, like the cry of a night owl. "Tenth Elder Tengchong of the Nine Emperors Pavilion, today is the day you die. Your cultivation will become mine!"

Man Jiawen looked at the black-robed man in front of him, his eyes burning with anger, and shouted loudly: "Wang Taiming, I want to avenge my fellow apprentice!"

After saying that, he rushed forward regardless of everything, the long sword in his hand flashing with cold light.

However, Man Jiawen's strength was far inferior to that of the black-robed Wang Taiming. Wang Taiming simply raised his foot lightly, a seemingly casual kick that contained immense power.

"Bang!" Man Jiawen was instantly kicked out, his body arcing through the air before falling heavily to the ground. Blood spurted from his mouth, and his face instantly turned pale, clearly severely injured.

Tengchong was extremely anxious when he saw Man Jiawen being kicked away. He wanted to help, but he was nailed to the tree by the Soul Locking Spear, and even moving a finger was extremely difficult.

"Man Jiawen, you idiot!" Tengchong shouted angrily.

At this point, Tengchong finally understood the truth. He glared at Man Jiawen angrily and shouted, "So you were the one who tricked me, you fool!"

Man Jiawen lay on the ground, breathing weakly, his eyes filled with regret and fear.

Tengchong endured the severe pain and tried to break free from the Soul Locking Spear. Sweat fell from his forehead like rain, and his face turned red from the excessive force.

"What kind of evil thing is this?" Tengchong frowned and asked Wang Taiming angrily.

Wang Taiming's lips curled up in a smug smile as he replied playfully, "This is the Soul-Locking Spear, ranked seventh on the weapon rankings. Even if you're a Grandmaster, you can't escape it."

After saying that, Wang Taiming ignored Tengchong and slowly walked towards him. With each step, the aura on his body became more powerful, as if he was a demon from hell, ready to reap Tengchong's life.

Tengchong's heart was filled with despair and unwillingness. He tried desperately to struggle, but his body seemed to be pressed down by a mountain and he could not move at all.

The surrounding woods were dead silent, with only the heavy echo of Wang Taiming's footsteps. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows, but it couldn't illuminate the darkness.

Wang Taiming walked up to Tengchong, stretched out his hands, and prepared to absorb Tengchong's cultivation.

At this critical moment, a sharp sword energy came whistling from afar. The sharp sword energy carried endless power, like a bright meteor across the sky, instantly enveloping Wang Taiming.

Wang Taiming was startled and quickly dodged to the side. The sword energy brushed past the edge of his clothes, slicing off a corner of his black robe.

"Who is it? How dare you ruin my good thing!" Wang Taiming shouted angrily, his eyes full of vigilance.

I saw a figure slowly walking out of the woods. The man was dressed in green, with an upright posture, a handsome but stern face, and determination and fearlessness in his eyes.

This man, dressed in azure, stood tall and majestic, each step steady and powerful. His face was remarkably handsome, yet stern, like millennia-old ice, a formidable presence. His deep eyes shone with determination and fearlessness, as if no hardship or obstacle in the world could deter him.

Wang Taiming's originally arrogant gaze paused slightly when he saw this figure, and then his brows furrowed, and a hint of vigilance and doubt flashed in his eyes.

"It turned out to be the palace spy No. 996." Wang Taiming was the first to break the silence. His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of surprise.

Jiujiuliu's expression was as calm as water as he approached Wang Taiming, step by step, each step carrying an invisible pressure. His eyes were like torches, staring straight at Wang Taiming, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again." Jiujiuliu's voice sounded slowly, like a clear spring in the mountains, cold and firm.

Wang Taiming snorted coldly, his facial muscles twitching slightly, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes: "Humph, I really didn't expect to meet you in this desolate wilderness."

His eyes swept back and forth over Jiujiuliu, trying to find his weakness.

"Why are you the only one here?" Wang Taiming tightly gripped the Soul-Locking Gun in his hand, his tone carrying a hint of provocation and suspicion.

Jiujiuliu smiled slightly, but that smile lacked any warmth. Instead, it revealed a chilling confidence: "Isn't it enough for me to be alone?"

Wang Taiming's heart tightened, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly, but he still pretended to be calm: "Enough? Humph, that may not be the case!"