Swordsman the Wanderer
Ch 131's. A Show
The evil spirits and demons retreated hurriedly out of the path Zhang En was on.
The other sect disciples and everyone who was looking fell to the ground watched that. They managed to recover their senses when Zhang En's silhouette disappeared from sight behind the city gate.
“This, who is that child? How could he have such pure Buddhist energy?! ”
“Is that a secret disciple of the genius of the Buddha Emperor of the Southern Star Kingdom?!”
“The palm strike just now, what kind of battle technique was it? Does the South Star Kingdom have such great battle skills?!”
Related to everyone's shock was a deep regret, if they had known beforehand, they would have followed right behind Zhang En to enter Ghost City.
Zhang En looked back after entering the city. Those evil spirits and demons were being held outside the city gates, three hundred meters away from them, not even they could get close to half an inch. There must have been some unique arrangement around the city gate that prevented those creatures from escaping the city
Zhang En continued to enter the Ghost City, as he stood at one corner of the street, a biting cold wind blew. The howling sound released was enough to frighten most people. Zhang En looked around him and all he could see was absolute solitude and silence.
On his left and right were collapsed buildings, rubble, and headless bodies scattered everywhere. Pieces of incomplete body parts and blood stains adorn the scene.
Inside Ghost City, an extremely thick scent of blood was left in the air. Signs of death and slaughter appeared at all times.
Ghostly aura and evil rumbled outside the perimeter of Ghost City, while within the city itself, not a single bit of both of them could be detected. But Zhang En knew that this did not mean that there were no evil spirits or demons here, more like they were being held, sealed in a certain place.
Zhang En's Battle Qi flowed gently in his veins as he walked on the streets of Ghost City, he was cautious and prepared to anticipate the danger that could come his way at any moment.
Zhang En continued walking for more than half an hour, the streets still looked empty and deserted. Other than the aura of death in the air, the only thing that struck Zhang En was the wind roaring towards him.
Severed limbs, headless corpse, and, and the mutilated body he encountered on every street of Ghost City was most likely the result of a battle among the disciples from different sects who entered Ghost City seven to eight days ago, the source said, their bodies to date have still not decomposed completely.
Zhang En spread his spiritual awareness around him and continued to move forward cautiously. It was at this moment that a faint shout sounded from the front, although the voice sounded small, Zhang En could still hear it.
'It's a human voice!"
Zhang En made a split-second decision and flew towards the direction of the voice. He had not seen a single person alive since he stepped into the city, either, this was an excellent opportunity to ask someone where the sect disciples had entered Ghost City a few days earlier.
Following the direction of the voice, Zhang En reached one of the ruins that had a courtyard that looked deserted. In the middle of the courtyard, he saw a young woman who was arguably beautiful was begging for fear at the two burly men who were holding sharp knives in their hands.
"I beg you, let me go, as long as you let me go, I promise to do anything." The woman was endlessly begging.
His partner laughed out loud at his perverted speech.
The woman stubbornly shook her head, trying to hold her sobs to a minimum.
The green-robed man walked towards the woman, his hands brutally grabbed the clothes on his chest and tore them apart, revealing his huge jade-white breasts. Shivering when blown by the wind, it was a sight that would arouse desire and lust.
Watching the scene before him, the burly green-robed man gulped loudly with lust. He took one big step forward, wanting to grab the woman's thigh, but a sharp light shone before his eyes. His two hands stopped in midair, his eyes widening in shock even as he fell to the ground a second later.
Zhang En appeared in the courtyard of the already destroyed building right in front of the three people. Another man gasped at the corpse of his partner, his terrified eyes looking towards Zhang En's face.
The woman woke up, quickly tidying up her clothes before approaching Zhang En with an embarrassed expression "Thank you very much for the Young Master's helping hand."
However, as his sentence ended, a sharp blade appeared in his hand piercing Zhang En's back. If Zhang En's spine was severed, no matter how strong Zhang En was he would be severely injured, even paralyzed on the spot.
The weak and pitiful appearance completely vanished from the woman's face, replaced with a face of cruelty and bloodlust. His sadistic laughter rang out in Zhang En's ears, "Son, you're just blaming yourself, but don't worry, I'll leave your corpse in one piece."
The sharp blade struck right into Zhang En's spine.
At this moment, the other man laughed out loud as he stabbed his sword into Zhang En's chest, vicious words coming out of his mouth, “Lock, he said, it didn't cross your mind that we were actually a group! Seventeen disciples from different sects died at our hands before this, and you are the eighteenth!"
These three people were actually a group. The three of them had conspired to do a show, all to lure sect disciples like Zhang En, killing them when they were off guard and stealing their treasures.
Zhang En glanced at the two faces, a grin appearing on his face, "Rightly?"
The two noticed that Zhang En was still looking calm instead of wailing in pain and feeling worried. The two pairs of eyes separately looked towards Zhang En's spinal and chest wounds only to realize that the so-called sharp blade and sword stopped right at the surface of the young man's skin, not even cutting Zhang En's skin.
"It!" The man and woman were shocked at the same time.
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