Chapter 143 - Middle-Grade Spirit Mine
Poof!
With a crisp sound, a bloody flash appeared.
Lu Yangrong had just turned around when his head was pierced by a flying sword and he died on the spot!
The flying sword continued its momentum and continued to stab at the people behind. Su Zimo was the first to be targeted.
Su Zimo’s spirit perception had long alerted him to it as he instantly drew his Cold Moon Saber and slashed against the incoming flying sword, knocking it away.
The speed of that attack was way too fast to be from a Qi Refinement Warrior!
If Su Zimo wanted to defend using flying swords, he would have to use his sword formation. However, it would take too long to set up and he wouldn’t be able to deal with the situation on hand.
Lu Yangrong’s blood splattered all over Su Zimo and Guan Jin.
“Late-stage Foundation Establishment!”
Little fatty’s pupils constricted as he exclaimed.
The grey robed cultivator who spoke was at late-stage Foundation Establishment!
Among them, Lu Yangrong who was at mid-stage Foundation Establishment had already died within the spirit mine.
Not only that, a steady stream of cultivators continued out of the mine. At a glance, there were more than thirty people!
However, what was terrifying was that all thirty odd of them were Foundation Establishment Cultivators!
Other than the grey robed late-stage Foundation Establishment, there were nine others at mid-stage and the rest were all at early-stage. There wasn’t a single Qi Refinement Warrior!
“It’s over!”
Guan Jin looked at the thirty odd Foundation Establishment Cultivators that surrounded them and despair gushed into his heart, draining all color from his face.Read more chapter on vipnovel.com
Little fatty wielded his gigantic axe in one hand and a flying sword in the other, looking nervous.
Leng Rou’s sword hovered in front of her. Even though she looked cold as usual, her palms were covered in sweat.
Of the four people present, Su Zimo was the only composed one as he surveyed his surroundings.
“We’re cultivators of Ethereal Peak! Who are you guys?” Guan Jin took a deep breath before questioning sternly.
“Fufu.”
The grey robed leader chuckled softly. His eyes were filled with mockery as he raised his brows. “Ethereal Peak? Big f*ck! Yesterday, I just slaughtered an Ethereal Peak disciple who doesn’t know what’s good for him!”
Indeed, the messenger disciple had already perished.
Back when Lu Yangrong died in the mine, Su Zimo had already sensed that today’s events would not be easy to resolve.
Still bearing a sliver of hope, Guan Jin tried to first show weakness. “Fellow daoist, what you want is the spirit mine before us. Alright, Ethereal Peak will give up on it then. There’s no need for you guys to kill us.”
“Furthermore, isn’t it just an inferior-grade spirit mine? It’s useless for us anyways, fufu,” Guan Jin forced a laugh.
“Inferior-grade spirit mine?”
The grey robed cultivator scoffed coldly, “Let me correct you. This is a middle-grade spirit mine!”
“Ah?”
Instantly, Guan Jin’s expression changed – he finally understood why there were so many Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
If it was a middle-grade spirit mine, it would definitely be attractive to Foundation Establishment Cultivators!
If they knew beforehand that this was a middle-grade spirit mine, Ethereal Peak would have sent out the strongest of inner sect disciples or even have legacy disciples lead the team!
Su Zimo remained silent and watched coldly.
Carefully, he noticed that the thirty odd Foundation Establishment Cultivators before him were all dressed differently and did not have any identification badges – they were clearly all itinerant cultivators.
What was it that gathered all these itinerant cultivators here to snatch this spirit mine?
This grey robed cultivator before them was not enough of a reason for this.
Even though a late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator is strong, he’s not compelling enough a reason for others to join him at the risk of offending Ethereal Peak.
Guan Jin forced himself to be calm and said grimly, “Fellow daoists, to be honest, we’ve already relayed a message back to the sect. Before long, reinforcements will come…”
“Fufu, by then, you’ll all be dead.”
Before Guan Jin could complete his sentence, the grey robed cultivator interrupted him.
Scoffing coldly, he continued, “Besides, we would have left long ago by the time your reinforcements arrive.”
“Hahaha!”
The surrounding Foundation Establishment Cultivators roared with laughter.
Watching Guan Jin’s expression carefully, a strange glint appeared in the grey robed cultivator’s eyes as he smiled. “Fellow daoist, haven’t you noticed anything wrong in your body?”