As soon as the teacup was put down, the street outside the Camp Lord's mansion was filled with blood and corpses!
Xu Qing moved like a ferocious tiger. Wherever he passed, blood would splatter everywhere. Bloodstains spread across the ground. It was a ghastly sight. As he walked, he killed!
In front of him were numerous guards from the Camp Lord's mansion. There were also dozens of black-robed strangers among them. They were cultivators from the convoy.
Both sides had the same target: Xu Qing.
As they got closer, a wind blew, causing Xu Qing's hair to flutter. He slung his longsword, which he wasn't used to, over his shoulder. Dagger in hand, he seemed to merge with the wind as he charged toward a cultivator in the sixth level of Qi Condensation.
In the blink of an eye, a head flew off!
Blood splattered everywhere as more black-robed men and guards charged forward.
Xu Qing looked at the cultivators from the convoy in a daze. Suddenly, he remembered that the Thunder Captain had indeed gone out to buy ingredients on the day the convoy arrived. However, he had returned quickly.
Obviously, he had seen an enemy that day and had decided to leave early.
Xu Qing was silent. His killing intent grew stronger, and he exploded with speed. Instead of dodging, he charged forward.
Off in the distance, two people stood on the eaves.
One of them was an old man, and the other was a middle-aged man. The old man wore a blue Daoist robe, and the middle-aged man was dressed in martial arts attire. The old man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking coldly at the scene on the street.
The middle-aged man sat there, biting down on a tendon-like rope. If you looked closely, you would see that it was actually a cross-shaped bowstring.
A cross-shaped bowstring was extraordinary. Ordinary iron weapons would find it difficult to cut it. However, the man was biting down on it.
"Interesting," said the middle-aged man. "He's a Body Tempering cultivator like me, but he's only at the sixth or seventh level. He should be more interesting than the guy with the cross-shaped scar on his face."
"Do you want to do it, or should I?" asked the old man calmly.
"This is the territory of the Vajra Sect, and the Camp Lord is an elder of the Vajra Sect. Of course a newly promoted elder like you should do it." The middle-aged man spat out some tendon-like spittle and smiled viciously.
As the two of them spoke, a boom rang out from the street. Miserable shrieks echoed out as the seven or eight guards and black-robed men who had surrounded Xu Qing fell back.
One by one, they staggered backward, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Every single one of them had fatal wounds on their bodies, and as they fell to the ground, Xu Qing walked out from the circle of corpses!
He wore a fur coat that had been soaked in blood, a pair of sandals that had turned black, long hair that swayed in the wind, and a pair of … eyes that were as cold as a lone wolf's.
His right hand was hanging by his side, and blood was dripping from the dagger in his hand, dripping onto the ground.
The seven or eight corpses around him were all in a miserable state. They were not killed by Xu Qing, but by the wounds on their vital parts.
Xu Qing's attack was focused on killing, and there were no superfluous movements. Thus, the scavengers who saw this scene were all astonished once again.
Xu Qing didn't even look at the corpses. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were bloodshot as he sped through the dirt.
His target was the Camp Master's Mansion, which was over a thousand feet away from him.
As he approached, the remaining dozen or so carriages in front of the Camp Master's residence, the black-clothed men and several of the Camp Master's bodyguards trembled in shock and instinctively retreated.
Xu Qing sped up a few steps, then raised his head and looked at the two figures on the roof off in the distance.
These two people's auras were the strongest he had sensed on his way here. They were also the two most powerful enemies he had faced so far.
Xu Qing was well aware that if he chose to attack, then … he would have to kill until the end. Furthermore, they were on the path to the Camp Master's Mansion.
Therefore, after taking a few steps forward, he lifted his left hand and beckoned to the two people on the roof.
"How arrogant!"
Said the blue-robed old man, his eyes narrowing. His body flickered, and wind sprang up beneath his feet as he stepped through the air toward Xu Qing!
The bodyguards and black-clothed men, as well as the scavengers in the back, were all shaken to the core. As far as they knew, only powerful Foundation Establishment experts could step through the air.
To them, Foundation Establishment cultivators were like Immortals from the heavens.
Many people had never even seen one in their entire lives. It could even be said that a powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator could become the Patriarch of a small Sect or Clan like the Vajra Sect.
This blue-robed old man was clearly not a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He had only just reached eighty percent of the Qi Condensation stage.
His ability to step through the air was just a trick, and had something to do with the wind magic he cultivated. It had no practical value, and couldn't be maintained for very long. It was just a gimmick.
However, to the onlookers, the sight was enough to shake their hearts and minds.
Xu Qing didn't pay it any mind, though. Almost as soon as the old man stepped through the air toward him, he secretly scattered the poison powder and shot forward.
He moved so quickly that he left behind a blur on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the blue-robed old man's face fell. Xu Qing had already appeared in front of him.
He punched out, and the image of a giant fist appeared, emitting a soundless roar. The old man was in no hurry to dodge, and could only hastily perform an incantation gesture to form a defensive barrier.
With a bang, his defense shattered inch by inch. Even the old man's body was forced back by Xu Qing's punch. The sharp light from the black metal skewer shone brightly as it chased after the old man.
A bang rang out.
The black metal skewer was blocked by a shield.
As the shield shattered, the power of the metal skewer dissipated, revealing the blue-robed old man behind the shield, coughing up blood and cutting a sorry figure.
The old man's face was unsightly, and he was about to say something when the expressionless Xu Qing stamped his right foot on the ground.
The old man's pupils constricted, and rage filled him. He raised both hands, causing a wild wind to sweep out in all directions.
He sucked in a deep breath, and the wind rushed into his mouth. His face flushed red, and his eyes shone with a cruel killing intent. He was just about to spit it out.
However, in the next moment, his face fell. His eyes bulged, and his skin turned pitch black, showing signs of being poisoned. His body began to tremble violently.
"You …."
Before he could even finish speaking, Xu Qing, who hadn't paused for even a moment, closed in.
The dagger in his hand was so fast that it seemed to burn red. Like a brand, it slashed viciously across the old man's neck.
Blood spurted out, and he screamed miserably. Xu Qing's left hand grabbed the old man's head, which was separated from his body.
Everything happened too quickly!
In the next moment, Xu Qing threw the purple poison head in his hand at the middle-aged man, who was standing on the eaves. His face was extremely unsightly, and his eyes were filled with intense fear.
Then, he raised his left hand and, just like before, beckoned the old man.
Time seemed to stop at this moment.
Whether it was the scavengers, the guards, or the people in the carriages, all of them felt waves of shock surge through their hearts. They were all dumbfounded, and indescribable tremors ran through their bodies.
"Too … too strong …."
"Is it poison …. What a strong poison!" someone among the scavengers muttered in a trembling voice.
The middle-aged man on the eaves was breathing rapidly.
"Are the people of the Vajra Sect trash? They still have to show off when they attack!"
He knew very well that the blue-robed old man couldn't be so weak. The old man's wind technique was astonishing, but his mistake was to show off in the air and lose the initiative. He also underestimated the old man, and didn't notice the presence of the poison. He actually took the initiative to inhale it.
In the end, it was the peace of the sect cultivators that made them far less vicious and quick-witted than the scavengers, who had to struggle to survive.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man immediately took out seven or eight antidote pills and swallowed them in one go.
Then, he gritted his teeth, and cracking sounds came from all over his body.
His originally tall and sturdy body became even stronger at this moment. With large strides, he directly leaped from the eaves and rushed towards Xu Qing like a goshawk.
Xu Qing lowered his head, his black hair covering his eyes. His body also sped forward, getting closer and closer to his enemy.
In the next instant, their figures exploded with speed at the same time, colliding directly with each other.
With a boom, the middle-aged man's body shook, and his expression became even more aghast. The hair in front of Xu Qing's face was lifted by the wind, revealing the sharp look in his blood-red eyes.
He felt the astonishing power from his opponent, but it was still inferior to his own. Moreover, his recovery was faster. At this moment, killing intent exploded in his eyes, and the power in his body burst forth, and he threw another punch!
The battle between body refiners was simple and brutal.
They kept colliding on the long street.
While the rumbling sound spread in all directions, the resulting impact caused the houses to collapse one after another.
Gradually, the middle-aged cultivator's breathing became ragged, and his face turned pale. His body trembled, and veins popped out all over his body. His eyes were bloodshot, and he could not hide the fear and despair in his heart.
His strength and speed were inferior to Xu Qing's, and there was no need to even mention his recovery ability.
Therefore, the entire process only took thirty breaths of time before his fist collapsed into a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
The man's arm couldn't withstand the force of Xu Qing's attack, and was torn to shreds. Blood and bone flew out in all directions, and a miserable shriek rang out. Xu Qing leaped forward, slamming his knee into the man's forehead.
With a bang, the sound of flesh and bone being crushed replaced the scream. The middle-aged man's voice came to an abrupt end, and he died.
Xu Qing didn't even look at him. The killing intent in his eyes was still strong. Stepping on the middle-aged man's fallen body, he leaped into the air and headed straight for … the Camp Master's residence!
The guards outside the Camp Master's residence, as well as the people in the carriages, had long since been intimidated and scared out of their wits.
When they saw Xu Qing, who was drenched in blood and looking incredibly ferocious like a Demon God, their will to live overcame everything else. No one knew who was the first to scatter and flee, but in the blink of an eye, they all scattered.
And so, under the extremely shocked gazes of the scavengers who had gathered in the camp, Xu Qing's figure stirred up the howling wind as he charged … straight for the main door of the Camp Master's residence.
And the moment he got close, the main door collapsed with a bang. As it fell apart from the inside, a fist stretched out and collided with Xu Qing's incoming fist.
With a loud bang, Xu Qing was forced back for the first time.
After taking three steps back, he raised his head, and his hawk-like eyes stared coldly at the Camp Master who was walking out of the shattered main door. He was dressed in a long golden robe and had an extremely unpleasant expression on his face.
And behind him was a sinister old man dressed in a brocade robe and with a mean look on his face!
In the old man's hand was a figure that Xu Qing was familiar with!
The instant he saw that figure, Xu Qing's body trembled violently, and an indescribable emotion surged violently in his heart.
That was … Team Lei.
He was on the verge of death.