Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint-Chapter 117 - 94: Slaughter

Harnessing the force of the rebound, Chen Qing spun like a top. The Red Tassel Long Spear in his hand swept in a semi-circle, its tip shrieking as it tore through the air, cleaving straight down toward the fourth-in-command’s top of the skull!

"This is bad!"

Terrified, the fourth-in-command hastily raised the saber in his right hand to block.

"CRACK!"

Although the Red Tassel Long Spear was no Divine Weapon, it was infused with the immense strength of Chen Qing, who had reached Great Success in the Transmutation Force Realm. The Power it contained was enough to shatter Gold Stone!

The long saber snapped on impact. The Red Tassel Long Spear, its momentum unbroken, smashed down hard on the fourth-in-command’s head!

"SPLAT!"

It was like smashing a ripe watermelon.

The fourth-in-command, Lang Wei, didn’t even have time to scream before his skull caved in. A spray of red and white matter splattered everywhere. His burly frame crashed to the ground, twitched twice, and fell silent.

"Lao Si!"

"Brother Si!"

Two furious, grief-stricken roars erupted at almost the same time!

As the bonfire flared violently, three formidable figures rushed over.

It was none other than the chieftain, Jiang Baoqing, and his second- and third-in-command, drawn by the commotion!

They had witnessed firsthand the grisly scene of Chen Qing smashing Lang Wei’s skull with a single blow from his spear. The red and white matter splashing near the bonfire was a horrifying sight!

Chen Qing’s clean, ruthless, and precise Spear Technique sent an indescribable chill through their hearts.

"This one’s tough! All of you, together! Chop him to pieces for me!"

The scar on Jiang Baoqing’s face twisted like a living centipede. He roared, his heavy Water-Splitting Crocodile-Mouth Scissors whipping up an Evil Wind as he lunged at Chen Qing’s midsection.

He could see that Chen Qing’s Spear Technique was ferocious and powerful, so he intended to use his heavy Weapon and his own Horizontal Training to meet him head-on.

"Surround him! Don’t let him get a hand free!"

The second-in-command, Sun Biao, shrieked. The two Thick-Backed Ghost Head Sabers in his hands spun like wheels, casting a net of cold, sharp light that sealed off Chen Qing’s escape routes to the left and right. His Saber Technique was swift, aimed exclusively at Chen Qing’s lower body to coordinate with Jiang Baoqing’s frontal assault.

Meanwhile, the third-in-command moved like a ghost, silently circling to Chen Qing’s flank. His hands, sheathed in Fine Iron Finger Guards, formed into claws. His fingernails, glinting with a faint blue light, aimed for Chen Qing’s Shen Shu Acupoint on his lower back and the Dazhui on the back of his neck. His attack was insidious and ruthless, his claws clearly tipped with deadly poison!

His Body Technique was the strangest of them all; he was the most venomous and treacherous of the Five River-Flipping Flood Dragons.

Facing the coordinated attack of three Transmutation Force masters, Chen Qing’s eyes were as still as an ancient well in a Cold Pool, without a single ripple of emotion.

He stomped hard on the deck. With a CRACK, the thick planks splintered and cracked beneath his foot!

Harnessing the violent rebound, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. The blood-soaked Red Tassel Long Spear in his hand let out a piercing shriek!

The afterimage of his spear was no longer a Flood Dragon emerging from the sea, but a venomous python seeking to devour its prey!

The tip of the spear vibrated at high speed, emitting a low HUM. In an instant, it flickered into seven or eight points of cold light, making it impossible to tell which were real and which were feints, all striking toward Jiang Baoqing’s vital points—his throat, heart, and abdomen!

The Power contained in the spear shaft was layered upon itself, like a surging tide, each wave fiercer than the last!

Jiang Baoqing’s pupils contracted! ’I didn’t expect his Spear Technique to be so devious and fast, far beyond my estimations!’

His heavy Crocodile-Mouth Scissors were a fraction too slow to wield. With a furious roar, he could only hold them horizontally across his chest to block the viper-like flurry of thrusts.

"CLING! CLANG! CLANG!"

A dense flurry of metallic clashes rang out like a downpour, sending sparks flying in all directions!

Chen Qing’s spear tip, like a viper’s tongue, struck the same spot on the Crocodile-Mouth Scissors with unerring precision again and again.

Every thrust contained a burst of ferocious Power!

After all, Chen Qing hadn’t just reached Great Success in the Transmutation Force Realm. He had also cultivated his Inner Strength Secret Technique, the Fishing Toad Force, to the Third Realm, undergoing a Purification and Marrow Cleansing. Furthermore, his Eight Extremes Vajra Body had been cultivated to the stage of Steel Bone.

He was virtually unrivaled in the Transmutation Force Realm!

Jiang Baoqing felt waves of unstoppable Power surge through his Weapon and into his arms, shaking him so violently that the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open. His blood roiled in his chest. He stumbled back three steps before managing to steady himself, his eyes wide with horror.

’How can this kid’s Power be so overbearing?!’

Just as Chen Qing pressed his attack on Jiang Baoqing, the second-in-command, Sun Biao, struck with his Ghost Head Dual Sabers! The gleam of the blades flashed like a bolt of white silk, sweeping toward Chen Qing’s legs and ribs. The wind from the blades was sharp enough to feel, carrying the force to sever tendons and shatter bone.

Chen Qing’s waist twisted sharply. His body, as though boneless as a willow catkin, contorted in an unbelievable way in that razor-thin moment.

The two Ghost Head Sabers grazed past his clothes. The sharp wind from the blades tore his trouser cuffs but failed to break the skin.

As he dodged the blades, Chen Qing’s left hand flashed to his waist. Several points of cold light shot out without a sound!

Floating Light and Shadow Hand! Scattered Stars!

The Money Darts became streaks of light, nearly invisible to the naked eye. They weren’t aimed at Sun Biao, but at the minions behind him who were about to pounce.

"ARGH!"

Screams erupted instantly.

Of the three minions charging at the front, one was struck in the throat. He collapsed, clutching his neck with a GURGLING sound. Another took a Money Dart deep in the eye socket; his eyeball burst, and he let out a bloodcurdling shriek. A third had his wrist pierced, and his Ghost Head Saber fell to the ground with a CLANG!

This precise and ruthless Hidden Weapon Technique instantly shattered the minions’ coordinated attack, sowing chaos and panic in their ranks!

In that same split second, the third-in-command, Qian San, brought his poison claws, trailing a foul stench, right up to the back of Chen Qing’s waist, touching his clothes!

A flicker of cruel joy flashed in Qian San’s eyes. ’My Five Poison Heart-Piercing Claw is fatal upon drawing blood. As long as I break the skin, this terrifying enemy is as good as dead!’

However—

"CLANG!!!"

A sharp sound, like metal striking metal, rang out abruptly!

The look of triumph on Qian San’s face froze instantly. He felt as if he hadn’t struck flesh and blood at all, but a piece of Fine Steel, forged and hammered a thousand times over.

The force of the impact jarred his fingertips, feeling as if his finger bones would shatter. His poisoned nails hadn’t even managed to break the man’s skin!