"I'm not sure about that. With Elder Han leading the team, it's likely that the Flying Spirit Gate is in trouble, doomed to be annihilated. It's their own fault for offending the Rakshasa Gate."
Along the way, many people stopped to watch and discuss quietly among themselves, with some nosy individuals boldly following behind the members of the Rakshasa Gate from a distance.
"Hurry up, don't be lazy. Whoever slacks off will lose next month's elixir." In the Flying Spirit Gate, the previously collapsed hall has now been completely dismantled, and hundreds of disciples are busy rebuilding the hall, with Zhou Yuhou constantly shouting orders.
"All disciples of the Flying Spirit Gate, gather!" A voice pierced through the air, not loud, but reaching everyone's ears.
As the voice fell, a figure also landed in front, a chill spreading around, it was the Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming.
"What happened, Great Elder?" Zheng Ying, Zhou Yuhou, Hu Nansheng, and five others immediately came to the side of Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming to ask.
"It must be the people from the Rakshasa Gate. Let's go outside and have a look," said the Soul Summoning Poison Commander indifferently, his eyes sweeping a terrifying chill that made Zhou Yuhou and the others shiver.
"Come on, all disciples follow me outside." Hu Nansheng shouted loudly, unafraid of the Rakshasa Gate with the Great Elder present.
"The Rakshasa Gate dares to come, this time they'll see." The disciples put down their work, drew their weapons, and marched mightily towards the gate.
Outside the gate, Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming signaled everyone to stop and watched ahead calmly.
At that moment, the surroundings were quiet, just as someone was about to ask where the people from the Rakshasa Gate were, a rumbling sound approached from afar.
"Clang clang..."
A sound of iron cavalry approached, and moments later, over a hundred figures appeared in front of the Flying Spirit Gate disciples, raising dust.
"Stop..."
Moments later, the hundred figures were only five hundred meters away from the Flying Spirit Gate, a white-haired elder gestured to stop, and the horses stopped abruptly, a huge gust of wind rushing towards the Flying Spirit Gate disciples.
"Hmph!" Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming snorted coldly, his robe fluttering, and a massive wave of spatial energy burst out, colliding with the gust, dissipating it instantly.
Seeing this move from Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming, the elders of the Rakshasa Gate were surprised.
"Flying Spirit Gate, you're bold to kill an elder of the Rakshasa Gate. Today, I will annihilate your Flying Spirit Gate," the white-haired elder snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the Flying Spirit Gate disciples and finally landing on Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming. He frowned slightly, unable to see through the aura of this black-robed elder, sensing a hint of danger.
"It's Han Changsheng, he actually came." Zhou Yuhou's face changed slightly. The elders of the Flying Spirit Gate naturally recognized Han Changsheng, who was rumored to be close to breaking through to the martial general level.
Seeing Han Changsheng and four other Rakshasa Gate elders coming, Zhou Yuhou and the others were surprised. The hundred disciples also had extraordinary strength; these were indeed the elite of the Rakshasa Gate, lamenting that the Rakshasa Gate was indeed willing to invest.
"A mere Martial Soul, I haven't annihilated your Rakshasa Gate, yet you dare to come to my Flying Spirit Gate." Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming looked indifferently at the hundred people from the Rakshasa Gate. With his strength, how could he take them seriously? His injuries had already healed by half after taking a sixth-grade elixir last time, enough to deal with these Martial Soul cultivators.
"You're not from the Flying Spirit Gate, are you? Who are you? If you have no relation to the Flying Spirit Gate, why not leave on your own?" Han Changsheng, the white-haired elder from the Rakshasa Gate, looked at Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming with a frown, also showing some concern.
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"Who I am, you are not qualified to know. Since you've come, just die." A faint chill spread from Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming, then he turned to Zhou Yuhou and the others: "Leave these five Martial Souls to me, and let no one else leave alive."
As he finished speaking, a black light burst out from around Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming, the temperature within the space suddenly dropping as if it had fallen into an ice cave.
"Don't worry, Great Elder, none will escape." Hu Nansheng responded. With the Great Elder taking on the five Martial Soul cultivators, the remaining ninety-some people, only thirty of whom were Martial Masters with the highest being a fifth-level Martial Master, they, along with the rest of the Flying Spirit Gate disciples, would ensure none escaped.
"It's a Lingzhe." Feeling the aura from Soul Summoning Poison Commander, Han Changsheng's face changed instantly.
"If you've come to seek death, then die you all shall." Before his words could even fall, the cold aura of Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming expanded, his body shooting forward explosively. The space in front of him twisted, and amidst the swirling cold, a dark gleam pierced through space, arriving beside Han Changsheng as he spoke.
"Such formidable strength, a Spirit King, no, a Spirit Marshal powerhouse. Everyone, run!" At this moment, the aura around Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming fully expanded, and Han Changsheng could finally discern his opponent's strength. His face turned pale with terror, a vast oppressive force enveloping him, leaving him without the courage to even strike back, his complexion turning deathly pale, far beyond his expectations.
"Run, it's too late." The Soul Summoning Poison Commander coldly shouted, pushing with his hand seals, causing space to tremble violently. A dark gleam, carrying a pungent and unpleasant scent, burst forth, covering a thousand meters in an instant.
As the dark gleam tore through space, the people from Rakshasa Gate felt their internal energy stagnate. Disciples with only Martial Disciple strength fell from their horses, poisoned, spewing black foam from their mouths.
"Find a way to escape." Han Changsheng shouted, his face already deathly pale. He had not anticipated his opponent to be a super-strong Spirit Marshal. Had he known, he would not have dared to provoke him, not even the Ghost Martial Sect would dare to casually provoke such a being.
Han Changsheng's hand seals moved rapidly, a violent earth attribute Qi bursting forth, instantly condensing into a hundred-meter-large fist imprint that surged towards Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming, tearing through spatial ripples, the sound of its impact echoing like thunder.
"The light of a firefly dares not compete with the bright moon. A mere Martial Soul, even at nine layers, is but an ant in my eyes," the Soul Summoning Poison Commander coldly snorted. Standing in mid-air, his killing intent enveloped the field, his hand's dark gleam converging into a fifty-meter-large black fist imprint, which burst forth with a piercing wind noise.
"Bang bang!"
The two fist imprints collided, with Han Changsheng's being instantly shattered into yellowish-brown fragments, then corroded by the pervasive dark gleam into smoke. Simultaneously, the fist imprint condensed by Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming suddenly shrank to the size of a normal fist, filled with a dazzling and palpitation-inducing dark gleam.
The fist imprint pierced through space, causing it to collapse, then heavily struck Han Changsheng's chest.
"Bang!"
Han Changsheng had no chance to dodge; the opponent's speed was ghostly fast, overwhelming him with a massive force that sent him flying, the immense power smashing directly into his organs and a terrifying energy targeting his soul.
Most horrifyingly, the attack carried a potent poison, corroding everything inside him.
"Pfft..."
In an instant, Han Changsheng spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with shattered organs, his organs turning black, his eyes whitening, pupils dilating, lifeless. Just one encounter, and he was annihilated by Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming.
"Kill them all, leave none behind."
Following Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming's action, Hu Nansheng shouted loudly, his Qi flashing under his feet, rushing forward like lightning.
Behind Hu Nansheng, Zhou Yuhou, Chen Xinjie, and other disciples also charged forward. Now, the disciples of Flying Spirit Gate were not as before, fearing nothing, each fighting desperately.
"Boom boom boom..."
Instantly, the battlefield became a chaotic melee, with the sound of energy explosions incessant.
"Run, quick, escape, Flying Spirit Gate has a Spirit Marshal powerhouse." The remaining four elders of the Rakshasa Gate, pale with fear, had no power to resist in front of a Spirit Marshal. Elder Han Changsheng was killed in one move; they couldn't withstand even half a move.
"Want to escape, too late." Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming coldly stated, standing in the air, his killing intent widespread, his hands forming strange seals, filling the sky with a pervasive, pungent scent as dark gleam rampaged.
Within the dark gleam, four black tendrils of energy burst through space, shooting rapidly towards the four Rakshasa Gate Martial Soul elders.
The four, one at five layers, one at four, and two at three layers of Martial Soul, strong in their own right, attempted to flee rapidly but found themselves completely restrained within the dark gleam, unable to escape.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
The four tendrils of black energy tore through space, carrying a chilling coldness, thundering towards the backs of the four.