Chapter 675 -672: Master Takes You to Slaughter the 3 Bandit Kings
On a vast and boundless plain, cultivators of all sorts had gathered from all directions, encircling the brutal battle in the center.
Zuo Feng was single-handedly fighting six Fierce Bandits!
Four of them were at the Saint Second Realm, and two were at the Saint Third Realm.
The Skyfury Bandit King, the Skyrebellion Bandit King, and the Skyreach Bandit King—the Three Great Bandit Kings of the Land of Chaotic Bandits—hovered in mid-air.
Behind them were dozens more Fierce Bandits, their cultivation ranging from the Saint First Realm to the Fifth Realm of Saint.
In everyone’s eyes, the Purple Saint, Zuo Feng, was doomed to die today.
Never mind the Three Great Bandit Kings who had yet to act; the hundred or so Saints present could have killed him a thousand times over.
However, the Three Great Bandit Kings had only dispatched six men, wanting to slowly wear Zuo Feng down to his death.
They wanted to make a public spectacle of him, humiliating him to their hearts’ content to vent their rage.
Zuo Feng’s Purple Sword flashed through the air as he fought off the attacks from the Saint-level Fierce Bandits surrounding him.
He was in constant peril, his body covered in wounds.
“Kid, you actually killed so many of our bandits, and you still dare to boast about slaughtering every bandit in the world? You truly have a death wish!”
“Now, I’m going to carve the flesh from your body, piece by piece,” a Saint-level Fierce Bandit said coldly.
Zuo Feng’s expression was impassive. Without a word, he unleashed wave after wave of the Dao of Attack, his body wreathed in purple light.
SHLICK!
A chunk of flesh was sliced from Zuo Feng’s shoulder, but in the next instant, his Purple Sword lopped off the head of a Fierce Bandit at the Saint Second Realm.
Only his Spirit Infant managed to flee in terror, but it was immediately obliterated by a sweep of purple Sword Light.
The wounds on Zuo Feng’s shoulders multiplied, and chunks of his flesh were sliced away, but he remained standing.
Even drenched in his own blood, his expression remained completely impassive, unchanging.
In the process, he had already slain four Fierce Bandits at the Saint Second Realm.
The two remaining Fierce Bandits, both at the Saint Third Realm, had grim expressions, unable to hide the terror in their eyes.
‘His Life Force and willpower… they’re just too monstrous, aren’t they?’
‘He’s taken such heavy injuries and still isn’t dead. His attacks are still stable, precise, and vicious—utterly ferocious.’
In truth, the Profound Sect Technique that Zuo Feng cultivated was anything but ordinary.
As his Realm advanced, the power it exhibited became even more terrifying.
In terms of life endurance alone, it was monstrously powerful.
Otherwise, any other cultivator at the Holy Dao First Realm, even one possessing a Purple Vein, who suffered such injuries…
…if they hadn’t died, would have lost their ability to fight long ago.
“I refuse to believe you can last much longer! Zuo Feng, die!”
The two remaining Fierce Bandits of the Saint Third Realm no longer dared to delay, condensing their strongest attacks to annihilate Zuo Feng.
High up in the Void, the expressions of the Three Great Bandit Kings had turned utterly foul.
They never expected that the kid at the Saint First Realm would have such astonishing combat power. He still wasn’t dead, even after slaying four of their subordinates from the Saint Second Realm.
At that moment, the two Fierce Bandits of the Saint Third Realm charged in, attacking from both sides.
SHUNK!
SHUNK!
Zuo Feng’s shoulders were pierced through by two large sabers, sending blood flying.
But the faces of the two Saint Third Realm Fierce Bandits changed dramatically.
“Not good!”
They cried out in alarm, for in that instant, they discovered their sabers were stuck, locked in place by a terrifying force.
In that moment, they realized that Zuo Feng had intentionally allowed their Treasure Sabers to pierce his shoulders.
Now, trapped by the Secret Skill in his shoulders, they sensed the immense danger and tried to retreat.
SLICE!
SLICE!
But how could Zuo Feng possibly give them that chance?
His Purple Sword, already poised to strike, swept out in his strongest Sword Technique.
Both men were simultaneously sliced in two at their Qi Seas and died instantly.
“This…”
Seeing this, the crowd could hardly believe their eyes.
The Purple Saint, Zuo Feng, wasn’t dead. Instead, the six Saint Realm Fierce Bandits had all been killed.
It was too unexpected, too shocking!
But the crowd still let out sighs of pity.
For the Purple Saint, Zuo Feng, was still doomed. A genius was destined to fall today.
If Zuo Feng’s master, Ancestor Xuanqing, hadn’t been injured by the Celestial Corpse Ancestor and forced into seclusion to heal, he might have been able to protect him.
But now, the Purple Saint, Zuo Feng, was unprotected. Facing the Three Great Bandit Kings, death was his only way out.
“I must admit, you’ve exceeded my expectations, managing to take six of my Saint Realm subordinates with you to the grave!”
“But today, with that old ghost Xuanqing gone, I’d like to see who can protect you. Now die!” the Skyfury Bandit King declared coldly.
Meanwhile, Zuo Feng’s legs were trembling so hard he could barely stand, forced to use his Purple Sword as a crutch to keep from collapsing.
The two large sabers were still embedded in his shoulders, blood gushing from the wounds.
His face was as pale as paper, but his voice was incredibly firm. “Only six? That’s far from enough. My only regret is being born ten years too late. Otherwise, destroying scum like you would take but a flick of my finger!”
“Haha… Ten years? In your dreams! You’ll never get the chance!” the Skyreach Bandit King roared with laughter.
Then, he raised his palm and struck out at Zuo Feng from across the void.
HUMMM!
In the Void above, wind and clouds churned as a colossal black palm, radiating an aura of Destruction, descended toward Zuo Feng.
‘It’s all going to end with this one palm strike, isn’t it?’
This thought arose in everyone’s mind.
But just then, a soft voice echoed between heaven and earth: “Who says he won’t get the chance?”
As the voice fell, the colossal black palm in the sky dissipated like smoke, fading into the Void.
“Who was that?”
The Skyreach Bandit King’s expression changed drastically as his attack was negated by an invisible force.
At the same time, his heart seethed with fury.
“This…”
The crowd also couldn’t believe this dramatic turn of events.
All eyes turned to focus on the source of the voice.
They saw a young man walk step-by-step into the field, only stopping when he reached Zuo Feng’s side.
The Three Great Bandit Kings and all their Saint-level Fierce Bandits stared intently at Jiang Jichen.
“Another piece of trash at the Saint First Realm?”
“Haha… I’m going to die laughing!”
“This dumbass is just here to get himself killed. Verdict’s in!”
…
The group of Fierce Bandits pointed at Jiang Jichen and erupted in laughter.
But the three Bandit Kings were not laughing. They watched Jiang Jichen with grave expressions.
Zuo Feng stared at the young man who had suddenly appeared before him.
He almost couldn’t believe it, thinking his injuries were so severe that he was hallucinating.
“Master, is that you?” Zuo Feng murmured.
Jiang Jichen slapped a palm onto Zuo Feng’s back, and the two large sabers embedded in his shoulders were sent flying.
At the same time, a surge of Undying Power flowed into Zuo Feng, slowing the worsening of his injuries.
“Of course, it’s me. What do you say? Today, let your master lead you in a slaughter of the Three Bandit Kings.”
Jiang Jichen’s voice was completely unconcealed, echoing between heaven and earth.
The crowd was in disbelief, their hearts reeling in shock.
In truth, Jiang Jichen had been away for so long that they didn’t recognize him.
Yet Jiang Jichen, with a Cultivation merely at the Saint First Realm, was boasting that he would slaughter the Three Great Bandit Kings!
‘All of this… it feels too much like a dream, doesn’t it?’
“How arrogant! I alone could kill you a thousand times over, yet you dare claim you’ll kill my leaders!”
Enraged by Jiang Jichen’s words, a Fierce Bandit at the Fifth Realm of Saint charged forward to attack.