Eternal Sacred King

Having lived in Cang Lang Mountain Range for one year, Su Zimo gained a deeper understanding on fighting.

There were many factors affecting a fight. One’s ability was the most basic factor but not the only one.

Weather, mindset, environment, preparation and various details could also change the circumstance and even affect the trend of the eventual victory.

On this occasion, advanced preparation and the weather were Su Zimo’s advantages.

One party was totally unprepared while the other party had long been waiting.

Coupled with the heavy snow flying and blocking one’s views, there was low visual acuity. When the cultivators from Joyful Clan came to their senses, five sharp arrows had already appeared before their eyes!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The attacks were raining on Su Zimo like raging storms and a devastating downpour. He would be instantly killed on the spot if he were to pause momentarily, let alone shoot an arrow.

Oo! Oo!

Terrifying sounds that stirred the souls could be heard.

Su Zimo’s heart suddenly leaped. He had to force himself to stop charging forward. He then flipped his hand, unsheathed the Cold Moon Saber, turned back and blocked off the dozens of flying swords piercing towards him.

Riding on the forces from the flying sword, he tilted his body, fell on one side and rolled on the ground.

Bang!

There was a deafening sound.

Out of the corner of his eye, Su Zimo saw a ring-shaped spirit weapon smashing on the ground, creating a huge pit about three inches from the earlier spot where he paused his steps!

If he had moved just half a step forward earlier, his entire body would have exploded upon the impact of this spirit weapon!

Su Zimo took a closer look and saw two spirit patterns shining on this ring-shaped spirit weapon.

It was a middle-grade spirit weapon!

Seeing that Su Zimo had dodged the sure-kill move that he had been waiting for, Elder Qian sneered coldly. He redirected the ring-shaped spirit weapon towards Su Zimo to kill the latter again.

Su Zimo crawled with both his arms and legs, moving close to the ground. His body was as flexible and agile as a python as he slithered across the snow, leaving behind a curvaceous trail.

The flying sword was about to pierce Su Zimo. Yet, Su Zimo twisted his body in an eerie manner and dodged the attack just in time, never decreasing his speed at any point in time.

The fury in many cultivators’ hearts intensified and they attacked even more viciously.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The spirit weapons came to nothing and smashed onto the ground countless times after brushing shoulders with Su Zimo.

Su Zimo felt slight pangs of pain on his body as raging sandstones hit him.

Su Zimo pursed his lips tightly. He looked calm as he gritted his teeth and hung on.

The cultivators from Joyful Clan had never seen such movement techniques.

He was alternating and interchanging between movements of a galloping horse, a swinging ape and a swathing python with extreme ease.

Su Zimo’s physique was completely beyond the comprehension of the numerous cultivators.

Even spirit beasts who were known for their strong and powerful bodies definitely could not achieve this!

“Lad, you have to die today. I’ll see where you can escape to!” Elder Chen hollered furiously, waving the long cloth in his hands. The fearsome ghost on it opened its mouth and released a cloud of black mist.

Who would have expected that due to strong winds and heavy snow, just as the black mist was surging out, it was dissipated by the wind and snow and then reversed towards the direction of the Qi Refinement Warriors from Joyful Clan instead.

Many Qi Refinement Warriors were caught off guard and stained by the black mist. All of a sudden, their complexions turned purplish-blue and foreheads blackened. They lost their balance in the air and were about to fall.

Everyone hurriedly searched out an elixir from his storage bag and swallowed it before the poison gradually eased.

Although Elder Chen’s spirit cloth was only an inferior-grade spirit weapon, it could influence the opponent’s mind and heart. The black mist that it released earlier was its trump card.

If mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators were slightly distracted, they would also suffer big time.

Never did Elder Chen expect that his trump card would not injure Su Zimo but instead caused chaos on his own side.

At the sight of this, Elder Qian hollered angrily, “What a fool! Put away that lousy cloth of yours and chase this lad properly. He can’t hang on for too long!”

Elder Chen had an ugly look on his old face. He blamed it all on Su Zimo, and the murderous intent in his heart intensified.