Decaying World

Chapter 94 094 Response 2

The headquarters of Flying Stone Gate is located in Shiyu Town, which is two towns away from Fu'an Town.

Shiyu Town differs from other towns in that it is extremely large and has a highly developed commercial sector. Caravans and even clans from other cities frequently come here to conduct temporary trade.

In particular, many people who are not qualified to enter the inner city or cannot pass the inner city's review, but who have good items they want to sell, will come here to sell them.

As a cultivator at the Zhou Tian level, Li Chi requires a great deal of cultivation resources. Even if a typical town were occupied, it would be far from enough for his cultivation. Therefore, choosing Shiyu Town was almost an inevitable choice for him to settle down in the outer city.

Feishimen was built on the edge of Shiyu Town. The surrounding terrain was treacherous and densely wooded. From a distance, it looked like white tiles on a white and green hillside.

At this moment, snow was falling heavily, and the rooftops of dozens of houses in Feishimen were covered with a thick layer of white.

One of the three-story wooden buildings.

Li Chi sat cross-legged on a futon, facing the railing, watching the transparent curtain swaying in the wind, his expression serene.

He is already ninety-two years old, with a full head of white hair, long beard and eyebrows. Wearing a white robe and with a black jade pendant hanging from his waist, he gives off an air of otherworldly elegance and the demeanor of a virtuous and noble person.

Martial arts practiced at the internal energy level all have side effects, and when one reaches the circulatory system, these side effects become even more extreme, reaching a qualitative change.

This is a drawback of extreme martial arts.

But this drawback, in exchange for, brings immense power.

"Has Bai Feihan not replied from Fu'an Town yet?"

After sitting cross-legged for a long time, he asked in a clear and cold voice.

“Yes, Master.” A girl with pigtails replied respectfully from behind.

"It seems something has changed. It must be the Golden Hong Sect of the New Martial Alliance who has made their move," Li Chi sighed. "It seems I have no choice but to take this knife."

The reason Xiaoyao Pavilion invited him over was simply to have him probe the secrets of Jin Hongmen.

After the Martial Alliance's crushing defeat, although the Golden Hong Sect managed to turn the tide, how much strength did they still possess? In particular, the condition of their inner sect's Zhou Tian martial artists remained to be determined through actual combat.

Testing them could be fatal.

Li Chi, a newcomer from Xingdao, became their weapon for testing.

Since it was a test, he had to get enough benefits, which was the fundamental reason for his frantic expansion.

Therefore, the New Martial Alliance turned a blind eye and tacitly indulged him.

Without the constraints of the New Martial Alliance, the surrounding original resistance forces would be powerless to fight against him.

As Li Chi's thoughts flashed through his mind and he felt slightly helpless, he suddenly seemed to realize something, slowly raised his chin, and looked down at the distant mountain through the fence and curtain.

The entrance to the Feishimen Archway at the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly, a man dressed in white and carrying a sword appeared.

The man's face was obscured by the wind and snow, making it somewhat blurry, but judging from the straight grip on his sword, he was very confident.

"Is this Jin Hongmen's answer?" Li Chi said softly.

"Report!" Suddenly, a disciple's voice came from behind.

"Bai Feihan, Li Zheng, Zen Master Yan Mu, and Yao Huan of Fu'an Town have been killed in battle, and the rest have been routed. Qingfeng Temple's counterattack has reached Shiyu Town!"

"Everyone's here, why do we need you to announce it?" Li Chi said softly.

Died in battle? Is Jin Hongmen about to completely turn against him?

"It's a pity that Bai Feihan is such a useful person."

He slowly rose to his feet, his gaze falling upon the man holding the sword.

Lin Hui stood at the entrance of the gate, looking up through the wind and snow at the old man on the balcony of the white wooden building halfway up the mountain.

"Flying Stone Gate".

He then looked at the three large characters carved on the archway.

"Who is coming!?"

Inside the archway, several warriors in yellow robes rushed out, each wielding a weapon, including knives, swords, hooks, chains, and other miscellaneous items.

Aside from the uniform cross-shaped scars on their bodies, these people were practically a hodgepodge.

“Your eyes are filled with fear. What use would it be to take in people like that?” Lin Hui sighed.

He drew his sword and stepped forward, when suddenly he heard Wang Hongshi ask him a question from behind.

"Master, are you really planning to just charge in like this?!"

His voice carried a hint of incomprehension, a hint of worry, and a hint of fear of the possible terrible outcome.

"Have you forgotten what I said before I came out? If you don't nip the problem in the bud, it will only lead to more serious consequences," Lin Hui replied.

"What have I been doing, practicing and swinging my sword countless times?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

In an instant, his figure left a series of afterimages as he flashed past the tense group of martial artists in front of him.

Blood splattered, falling onto the snow and staining the plum blossoms with red.

Whoosh!
Lin Hui didn't stop and charged straight ahead.

Every person he passed along the way was split in two the instant he passed by.

The lightning-fast sword and the lightning-fast movement result in an extremely fast impact and cutting force.

This is absolutely fatal for martial artists below the level of internal strength.

In a single encounter, no matter what martial arts you practice, in the face of extreme speed, life and death can be decided in an instant.

A magpie flew by, skimming over the Flying Stone Gate. Looking down from above, one could clearly see a line of blood, stretching rapidly from the archway towards the wooden headquarters building of the Flying Stone Gate halfway up the mountain.

At the end of the bloodline, Li Chi in the wooden building also lightly leaped forward, landing on the third floor and standing on the pure white snow, waiting for what was to come.

Li Chi remained calm, as if the person killed was not one of his own, but merely an unknown outsider.

More than ten seconds later.

Swish.

A figure abruptly stopped in the snowstorm, landing about seven or eight meters away from him.

It was Lin Hui who had been walking up the mountain.

He flicked away the increasing bloodstains from the sword, glanced at the increasingly worn and chipped blade, and frowned slightly. The blood had seeped into the cracks and was no longer easy to wipe away.

"This sword was a gift from my master, and I quite like it. It's a pity that things have come to this point; it's time to put it down and rest." He looked up at Li Chi.

"The same applies to swords and people. You're already so old, why are you still out here fighting to the death?" "Only at the Inner Strength Realm?" Li Chi didn't reply, but instead looked around strangely, as if searching for someone who might be hiding.

"Sorry, it's just me. There's no one else here." Lin Hui understood what he meant.

"You're quite courageous, knowing my cultivation level, yet you still dare to come courting death." Li Chi asked doubtfully, "Is it a side effect of the cultivation technique?"

"No, it's just that I'm a little confident in myself." Lin Hui looked around. He had fought his way up and had now gathered quite a few martial artists, who were holding weapons and surrounding him in the distance.

Their faces showed fear and terror, but they dared not run away. Clearly, they chose to fear Li Chi over Li Chi himself.

"Fine, seeing as you have commendable courage, put down your sword and join my Flying Stone Sect. I can forgive and forget what happened before," Li Chi said calmly.

"Huh?" Lin Hui was taken aback. "Sect Leader Li, are you joking? I've killed so many of your people."

“We can recruit as many of those kinds of trash as we want.” Li Chi remained extremely calm, as if he had little emotional fluctuation.

"How can Flying Stone Sect still gather so many people? It's truly unbelievable." Lin Hui couldn't understand it.

"How is it?" Li Chi was still waiting for his answer.

“But if joining you could mean being abandoned at any time, why should I join?” Lin Hui countered.

“Because if you don’t join, I will kill you.” Li Chi’s answer was simple and straightforward.

"How can you prove you can kill me? If you really kill me, you won't gain any more subordinates. So, if you can prove you have the strength to kill me without actually killing me, then I'll believe you," Lin Hui said with a smile.

“You’re right.” Li Chi paused for a moment, then actually nodded.

"Okay, I will stop just before I kill you, but I will only give you one chance."

He raised his right hand, and a hazy white light suddenly shone around him.

The white light completely enveloped his entire body, as if he were wearing a full suit of armor.

Moreover, the white light was also dancing and burning in his palm, like a flame, incredibly agile.

Wow!

The next moment, he slightly bent his finger.

The white light in his hand suddenly turned into a white line, shooting out at an alarming speed towards Lin Hui.

With a soft "plop," the white line missed its target, leaving a hole of unknown depth in the snow.

But that wasn't all; in an instant, a deluge of white lines burst forth from Li Chi's hand.

Dense white lines, some straight, some curved, rushed at high speed from all directions toward Lin Hui, who was constantly dodging.

They seemed to be able to pinpoint the location of people, and their speed had reached a level similar to Xue Meng's burst of speed.

For Lin Hui, this was equivalent to the speed of his internal energy burst before activating the special effects of ascension.

If it were just one dish, it would be fine, but with so many, it became a bit of a burden for him.

Puff puff puff!

At this time, the snow was covered with numerous large holes.

Li Chi stood there, his hand shooting out large white lines of light.

His expression remained calm, as if the depletion of the white line was insignificant to him.

"Such high-speed dodging must consume a tremendous amount of energy, right? How long can you last?" he transmitted his voice.

“For me, this is not a burden either.” Lin Hui’s voice came through the wind and snow, calm and peaceful.

"But if Zhou Tian is only like this, you are not qualified to ask me to join the Flying Stone Sect."

"..." Li Chi's eyes widened in surprise. He had seen many high-speed opponents, but this was the first one whose speed was so fast that even his Thousand Stone Palm could not catch up with it.

Even within a week, the dispersed palm force threads of the Thousand Stone Palm are not slow.

Yet, one couldn't even touch the hem of this person's clothes.

He immediately extended his left hand again.

Bang!
A large expanse of identical white silk threads suddenly burst forth from his palm.

This time, the number of internal force threads doubled, completely covering a radius of thirty meters around the area.

Countless threads flew like raindrops, piercing the ground and making strange hissing sounds.

Lin Hui could no longer get close enough to dodge, so he could only retreat quickly, create distance, and land in an empty space.

Looking into the distance, one sees a dense array of white threads forming a hemisphere.

"It seems that using only normal methods will not allow us to get close enough to make a move."

He pointed his sword downwards and frantically poured his inner energy into his limbs.

Special effect: Ascension.

He was silent.

Suddenly, his body felt light, and the sword in his hand seemed to have disappeared, floating away without any sense of reality.

He raised the sword and gave it a slight shake.

"wind!"

He whispered a low murmur.

An invisible current began to surge rapidly around him.

The airflow grew faster and faster, howling and spreading, gradually covering a radius of more than twenty meters.

An invisible airflow blew in all directions, blowing away debris and snowflakes on the ground, and even blowing a huge hemispherical cavity out of the snowflakes falling from the sky.

When Wang Hongshi and Wu Shinan rushed up, they witnessed this astonishing scene.

In the wind and snow, one person is shrouded in white silk threads, while another is shrouded in an invisible current.

The aura emanating from both of them surged and accumulated rapidly.

Eyes facing each other.

next moment.

Li Chi clasped his hands together, and a violent surge of internal energy suddenly erupted from his palms. The surge flew forward like an invisible steel needle, piercing the white sphere and pouring out all the white lines like a torrent from the opening.

Lin Hui also brandished his longsword, his figure vanished, and his sword disappeared as well, completely transforming into an invisible wind. With unprecedented terrifying speed, he unleashed a sword strike head-on.

The piercing whistling of the sword made everyone's eardrums ache.

(End of this chapter)