Chapter 114: Night Battle in the Ancient Temple

Two of the seven people fought Qi Xuansu, while the other five targeted Zhang Yuelu.

Due to the limited space, only three people attacked Zhang Yuelu at the same time, while the other two waited for opportunities.

Zhang Yuelu’s gaze quickly swept over the three people.

One of them was an unarmed Martial Arts Practitioner, and another was a Bhikkhu wielding a sword. The biggest difference between a Bhikkhu and a Martial Arts Practitioner was that a Bhikkhu could accumulate qi. Bhikkhus had a mix of Qi Refiners’ and Martial Arts Practitioners’ powers. Therefore, Bhikkhus often used weapons and armors.

The third person’s face was covered, but his exposed hands were as white as a corpse’s. He also had a sinister aura, indicating the excessive Yin energy in his body. He was the only Diviner in the group.

The three of them were all in the Yuxu stage. In normal circumstances, three cultivators in the Yuxu stage could defeat an opponent in the Guizhen stage.

The Martial Arts Practitioner gritted his teeth and charged at Zhang Yuelu first.

Of course, he was aware that Zhang Yuelu was a Banished Immortal in the Guizhen stage.

However, it was too early to tell who would be the victor.

The Bhikkhu followed closely behind. At the same time, he injected his qi into the sword in his hand, making the sword glow with a faint golden aura.

In the meantime, the Diviner pressed his snow-white palms on the ground beneath his feet. Suddenly, countless wisps of black smoke spread along the ground.

Zhang Yuelu stood on the spot, letting the three of them use their own methods because three Yuxu-stage opponents could not defeat her.

The Martial Arts Practitioner could already see the Five Elements Qi Shield surrounding Zhang Yuelu. The five-color light swirled around her mysteriously. It was obvious that this Five Elements Qi Shield was much better than an ordinary one.

This made the Martial Arts Practitioner feel resentful. He had spent most of his life wallowing in the dirt, while some people were born in the clouds.

The big man roared angrily and exhaled a turbid breath, using his momentum to deliver a strong punch that created a faint explosion.

Faced with this punch, Zhang Yuelu had no intention of avoiding it. Her fearlessness made it seem like she was looking down on her opponent.

The Martial Arts Practitioner shouted, “Go to hell, you little bitch!”

The punch landed hard on Zhang Yuelu’s qi shield. To his surprise, it felt like he had punched cotton.

Was this the magical power of Banished Immortals?

How could he not be jealous?

This girl was so young, yet she was already at the Guizhen stage. On the contrary, he was still in the Yuxu stage after so many years.

The Martial Arts Practitioner was determined to break through Zhang Yuelu’s protective shield and used almost all his strength. However, within a short distance, he could only deliver one punch in a breath, which was far less than the usual speed.

His face was flushed as he shouted, “Die!”

Zhang Yuelu’s Five Elements Qi Shield finally cracked. She frowned slightly and used her palm to push the man away.

The Bhikkhu was in a daze for a moment. Then he flew in front of Zhang Yuelu and slashed at her with his sword.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yuelu was no easy opponent. She grabbed his wrist and used his sword to slash at the Diviner, who was casting a spell.

The Diviner was too focused on casting his spell and barely avoided the cold gust that came his way by rolling to the side. He broke out in a cold sweat. If he had not reacted quickly enough just now, he might not have been able to keep his head.

The Bhikkhu took this opportunity to break away from Zhang Yuelu’s grasp and drifted back to the Diviner’s side. When he looked down, he saw five more deep fingerprints on his wrist. His bones were already damaged.

The Martial Arts Practitioner was even more miserable. He staggered back more than three meters before he could stop, leaving two deep footprints on the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the sound of surging blood in his body gradually faded.

The two people who were watching on the sidelines had no intention of intervening, but they had glum expressions.

The rule of thumb was that three low-level cultivators could work together to defeat an opponent who was one level above them. How could three Yuxu

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stage cultivators be so vulnerable against Zhang Yuelu?

If they were to switch places with Zhang Yuelu, they would definitely not be able to deal with three

Yuxu

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stage cultivators so easily on their own.

At this moment, Zhang Yuelu, who had been standing still, finally moved. She appeared in front of the Martial Arts Practitioner and punched him firmly in the chest. The force of her punch penetrated his heart and lungs. In an instant, the Martial Arts Practitioner bled from all his orifices.

The Bhikkhu who witnessed this scene turned pale, and his right hand that was holding the sword trembled slightly.

It did not make sense to him that Zhang Yuelu could severely injure a Martial Arts Practitioner, known for their physical strength, with just one punch.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and the one-meter sword in his hand seemed extra heavy.

However, there was no room for retreat. Seeing Zhang Yuelu kicking the incapacitated Martial Arts Practitioner, the Bhikkhu attacked her. He touched the blade with two fingers, creating a glaring light which flew out toward her.

The sword light was extremely sharp, and this sword was a spiritual object, so the Bhikkhu was confident that he could break through Zhang Yuelu’s qi shield.

At the same time, the Diviner finally cast his spell, making the ground under Zhang Yuelu’s feet sticky, like muddy ground after the rain or squirming internal organs.

Then a black mist emerged, rising continuously and gradually covering her feet, resembling a stagnant pool of black water.

However, this mist had countless lifelike faces protruding from the squirming ground. These faces had their eyes closed tightly, with painful and miserable expressions. They stuck out their pale palms from the ground and grabbed Zhang Yuelu’s ankle.

At the same time, Zhang Yuelu could hear countless murmurs, telling her about their suffering and making her uncomfortable.

Zhang Yuelu knew very well that after death, one’s soul and spirit returned to heaven and earth. Only the Three Corpses turned into ghosts. Thus, these bodies were just like zombies who had no memory. These whispers of suffering were just a way to confuse one’s mind.

Since Zhang Yuelu was not yet a Heavenly Being, she could not break this spell with just a stamp of her feet, so she was temporarily trapped here.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Bhikkhu finally used all his strength to slash Zhang Yuelu with his sword. Although Zhang Yuelu twisted her body to avoid the strike, her Five Elements Qi Shield was still broken.

Zhang Yuelu then held the Bhikkhu’s sword with two fingers, preventing him from moving. The Bhikkhu was quick to react and immediately let go of his sword, which to him, was just as important as his life.

She held the sword upside down and threw it out, similar to the Rogue Cultivator’s Sword Controlling Technique.

The sword arched and pierced through the Bhikkhu’s abdomen, then it flew straight to the Diviner behind the Bhikkhu.

The Diviner’s sight was blocked by the Bhikkhu’s body, so he did not see what Zhang Yuelu was doing. By the time he noticed the sword, it was already too late. The sword pierced his chest and came out through his back. Although it failed to hit his heart, the Diviner was still seriously injured.

However, his spell did not fade. It still trapped Zhang Yuelu in place.

The Bhikkhu was stabbed in the abdomen, so he covered his wound, knelt on one knee, and vomited blood, looking miserable.

In the blink of an eye, the three Yuxu-stage cultivators had all been injured by Zhang Yuelu.

The leader of the group, who had been watching on the sidelines, narrowed his eyes. His expression turned gloomy.

He had overestimated Zhang Yuelu, so he brought six people with him. However, it was still not enough.

At this moment, another person joined in the fight. This person was a Rogue Cultivator in the Guizhen stage.

Zhang Yuelu turned the Amorphous Paper into a horizontal sword and slashed at the man.

The impact created a ravine in the ground. This was just the aftereffect of the sword qi. The sword qi approached the Rogue Cultivator and tore his clothes when it was just three meters away from him, indicating just how strong the force was.

The Rogue Cultivator drifted back and waved his sleeves to capture the sword qi, making the sleeves of his robe swell endlessly.

Zhang Yuelu stepped forward and kept slashing at him. When she was about ten steps away from him, dozens of crisscrossing ravines appeared in the ground from her sword qi, each more than 30 centimeters deep. The gravel shot out, creating countless potholes in the ground upon landing.

It would be a gory sight if the gravel were to land on human flesh.

Zhang Yuelu struck again, the intense sword qi falling right in front of the Rogue Cultivator. The Rogue Cultivator tapped his foot on the ground and leaped back. In just a fraction of a second, Zhang Yuelu swept across with her sword, cutting a Buddha statue in half with her sword qi. The cut was smooth, indicating how sharp the sword qi was.

After Rogue Cultivator dodged the attack, he used a mystical ability that allowed his fingernails to grow to about 30 centimeters long in just a second. His nails shone with a metallic sheen, as if they were no longer a part of the human body but a weapon.

The Rogue Cultivator put his five fingers together and slashed down hard, as if his hand was a sword. When it clashed with Zhang Yuelu’s paper sword, it sounded like metal and stone colliding.

The sword light around Zhang Yuelu’s paper sword expanded until it completely covered the sword. She lifted her sword and cut off the Rogue Cultivator’s fingernails into pieces. Facing such lethal swordsmanship with sword qi that was like a strong raging wind, the Rogue Cultivator was unnerved.

The Rogue Cultivator dared not catch her sword, so he had no choice but to retreat repeatedly, trying his best to avoid the attacks.