Daoist Competition

Chapter 1455: Chapter 114

Zhang Boyant swayed his body, and thousands of Devils surged out of the Gang Cloud above his head, rushing towards the sword’s edge. At the same time, he said, "Fellow Daoist Zeng, what are you standing there for? If you don’t help me take action, and end this person, do you still expect him to spare you?"

Zeng Guozhi saw that many sword lights were coming towards him and knew that Shang Qingjun had already misunderstood.

If someone else from Fengxiang Sword Sect came, he might have tried to explain a bit, but this person was always stubborn and proud, and wouldn’t admit mistakes even if he knew he was wrong. Since they had already taken action, he gave up the idea completely, raised the golden bell to protect himself, but could only fend off for a moment before find it hard to withstand.

Shang Qingjun, furious and frenzied, had always been arrogant, thinking he had subdued Zeng Guozhi before, but now realized he was played, making him hate deeply, and more than half of the hundred sword lights were aimed at him.

At the same time, he glanced aside and saw those Devils clashing with the sword lights, all being torn apart, but then his expression changed as those Devils’ remains came together again and pursued in another direction.

He calculated quickly, deciding to give up the idea of immediately killing Zeng Guozhi, summoned dozens of sword shadows back to protect himself, but the sword lights aimed at Zhang Boyant remained unchanged.

Zhang Boyant sneered coldly, standing without dodging, as a Jiu Mian Iron Plate flew out from the Gang Cloud, stretching to a size of one zhang, suspended above his head. The sword light hit, making a dense collision sound but couldn’t penetrate.

After thousands of Devils went up, they surrounded Shang Qingjun, rotating and swooping down to bite, but each time getting torn by sword lights, they reformed. He couldn’t find means to break it, just repelled with Sword Qi.

Zeng Guozhi felt less pressure and managed to free a hand to raise the bamboo staff, repeatedly striking elsewhere.

Shang Qingjun, who prided himself as third among the six Mystic Swords of Fengxiang Sword Sect, expected to swiftly defeat these two. But unexpectedly, the situation reversed, and he was the one being forced into a corner. He roared furiously, merged with his sword into a beam of light, smashed through hundreds of Devils, and broke out from the encirclement.

In high air, he gestured, gathered all sword shadows into one Mystic Sword, about four feet long, entirely pitch-black, then pointed downwards, directing sword light at Zhang Boyant. The latter, protected by the Jiu Mian Card, stood unmoving, casually casting spells onto the plate, instantly black clouds surged up, surrounding all sides, blocking out wind and rain. The sword light entered the clouds as if into an ocean, without disturbance.

At that moment, a sharp sound of breaking gold was heard, Zeng Guozhi groaned in pain, collapsed to the ground, his back pierced with a large hole, blood flowed profusely as a broken golden bell dropped beside his body.

Shang Qingjun laughed wildly, "Oppose me, and this is the fate!"

The Hundred Shadow Sword could deceive and manipulate perceptions between real and false, often catching opponents off guard. The sword aimed at Zhang Boyant was merely a sword shadow, while the real one targeted Zeng Guozhi, striking him precisely.

Zhang Boyant coldly glanced, didn’t look further, as Zeng Guozhi’s incompetence was none of his concern.

Then two tunneling lights descended from the mountain peak, it was Wu Suquan and Shen Chuyu. Seeing Zeng Guozhi slain, they stood stunned, unsure what to do.

Zhang Boyant, fighting till now without making a decisive strike, was precisely waiting for these two. He shouted loudly, "You two, come and join in slaying this person, if you let him escape, how can Gantang Temple have any future?"

Upon hearing, Shang Qingjun snorted coldly, and immediately began ruthlessly controlling his sword.

Wu and Shen hesitated, but when pressed, they didn’t want to die passively, each took out their handy Dharma Treasures to counter.

Seeing them act, Zhang Boyant internally felt satisfied, exerting Mana then exhaled two waves of cold air, instantly forming ice into a dazzling sword.

This was his Cold Crystal White Bone Sword, sacrificed for hundreds of years. He stretched his hand to take it, and from his Sleeve Bag, drew out a Paper Talisman.

The talisman depicted a small figure struggling, surprisingly resembling Shang Qingjun to nine parts. He laughed slyly, crushing it with force, the figure emitted a miserable cry.

Shang Qingjun’s expression changed suddenly, feeling the impact as if experiencing it himself, clutching his chest with a pained look, gasping heavily, sweating coldly atop his head, realizing something was amiss, he roared, "Who’s casting spells to harm me?"

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