The old priest Mu Gu looked at the scene before him, seething with rage.
The cries of battle had just begun, and so many people were already dead outside.
“How dare you! I, Mu Gu, am here. Who are you?”
His figure flickered and appeared in front of Fang Ling.
With a single sword strike, Fang Ling cleaved his body in two.
Although the old priest was at the late stage of the Alioth Realm, only two levels higher than Fang Ling, the battle in Boundless City against the Witch Daoist had taught him that when facing witchcraft practitioners, he must strike swiftly and decisively.
Otherwise, who knew what torturous and bizarre witchcraft spells might be used against him.
The people of the Mu Clan tribe were horrified to see Mu Gu slain by Fang Ling with a single sword strike.
The old priest was the tribe’s strongest witchcraft practitioner, and even he was killed with one blow. What hope did they have…
In an instant, the two hundred thousand people of the tribe scattered like birds and beasts.
But at this moment, the Mu Clan tribe was already enveloped by the Saramita Realm.
After fleeing to the edge of the tribe, they quickly fell into despair.
The impenetrable barrier was unbreakable, and they could only watch as Fang Ling slaughtered his way towards them.
In no time, the original two hundred thousand people of the Mu Clan tribe were reduced by half.
At this moment, from the direction of the tribe’s altar, a powerful and eerie aura surged into the sky. Fang Ling turned to look and saw a gigantic soul entity.
Its height alone reached dozens of meters, towering like a mountain.
This manifestation resembled the witch god worshipped by the Mu Clan tribe, with bulging muscles and a bare upper body.
Symmetrical stripes covered its body, and it held a staff in its right hand.
“You demon, how dare you massacre my Mu Clan tribe. Today, you shall die without a grave!”
The witch god manifestation roared, but its voice was identical to that of the old priest Mu Gu, whom Fang Ling had just slain with a single sword strike.
“You’re still alive…” Fang Ling was somewhat surprised.
He hadn’t expected this old fellow’s physical body to be cleaved in two, yet his soul had not dissipated.
“The witchcraft spells of my Mu Clan tribe are beyond your comprehension,” the witch god manifestation sneered and immediately began chanting a spell.
Mu Gu had been slain in a single encounter, so he dared not waste any more words, only wanting to end the battle swiftly.
The reason he hadn’t appeared earlier to stop Fang Ling was that he needed Fang Ling to slaughter his own clansmen.
Only by sacrificing enough souls could his witchcraft spell take effect, transforming his soul into the witch god manifestation.
Now, over a hundred thousand people of the Mu Clan tribe were dead, gravely weakening the tribe and shaking its very foundation, which made Mu Gu extremely furious.
Fang Ling did not dare to underestimate him and immediately swung his most powerful sword.
“Repress Hell!”
A sword light as cold as ice obliterated everything around it.
Even the altar of the Mu Clan tribe was shattered into countless pieces.
But the witch god manifestation, transformed by Mu Gu, remained unscathed, seemingly unaffected.
“Boy, I am now a product of witchcraft. Your attacks cannot harm me!” Mu Gu sneered.
“Let me show you the killing curse of my Mu Clan tribe—Dark Thunder!”
Mu Gu waved his staff and pointed it at Fang Ling from afar.
In an instant, a dark thunderbolt struck towards Fang Ling.
The speed of the dark thunder was incredibly fast, and before Fang Ling could react, he was already struck by it.
However, his body showed no signs of injury, not because his physical body was too strong for the dark thunder to harm, but because the curse’s target was solely his soul.
“No matter how powerful you are, your soul is still your weak point.”
“My Dark Thunder Curse is enough to annihilate your soul!”
Mu Gu said arrogantly, turning his head to look at his clansmen still trying to break through the Saramita Realm.
He wasn’t worried about them but was looking for the most suitable body for himself.
He hadn’t lived enough and didn’t want to die now.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and turned sharply to where Fang Ling had been.
Fang Ling was gone, neither alive nor dead.
“What’s going on?” he murmured.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of heat.
Turning his head, he saw Fang Ling already behind him.
Fang Ling had the Golden Soul Spell from the white-browed old monk protecting him, making him immune to ordinary spells.
At this moment, behind him stood a lush golden tree.
This towering divine tree was surrounded by flames.
Golden flames burned fiercely, even corroding the stable space around them.
From a distance, it appeared black and gold, flickering with a mystical aura.
The Fusang Divine Tree now showed its ancient might, with a momentum that could burn the heavens and destroy the earth.
Under the close proximity of the Fusang Divine Fire, even the witch god manifestation formed by Mu Gu’s soul was instantly annihilated.
After completely dealing with the old priest, Fang Ling once again raised his sword and charged at the remaining members of the Mu Clan tribe.
Before long, the entire Mu Clan tribe, over two hundred thousand people, had all become souls under his sword.
The Blood Sword greedily devoured the blood fiendish energy and life essence as Fang Ling sat cross-legged in the air, silently cultivating.
…
After a while, the entire Mu Clan tribe was reduced to a field of white bones.
Fang Ling stepped on the bones and walked to a wooden hut, pushing the door open and entering.
Dou Qin heard the commotion and felt a pang of anxiety.
Seeing the appearance of the person who entered, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Fang Ling? How could it be you!”
Fang Ling said calmly, “Doctor Dou, long time no see.”
Dou Qin replied, “It’s been over three years. You’ve changed a lot.”
Back then, Fang Ling was only eighteen, looking very young.
Now, Fang Ling had matured significantly, not just in appearance but in his entire aura.
Fang Ling said, “Doctor Dou, I saved your life. Do you have anything to offer in return?”
“Although I didn’t listen carefully, you must have something valuable on you.”
“That old priest said something like… ‘Even just a whiff can extend one’s life,’ right?”
“What exactly is this miraculous item that can extend life just by smelling it?”
Dou Qin’s face turned red as she instinctively pulled her feet back.
“It’s nothing… that old man was talking nonsense,” she murmured.
“I don’t have any treasures that would interest you, but I will remember your kindness in saving me.”
“If there’s a chance in the future, I will repay you.”
Fang Ling stared at Dou Qin’s boots in silence for a moment.
He vaguely remembered that the old man seemed to want to take off her boots, thinking that the life-extending treasure was most likely hidden in them.
In the beginning, he and Dou Qin had a good relationship.
But later, after he blood-refined the thirty thousand cultivators of the Liuhe Sect, she saw him as a heretic and wanted to distance herself from him.
Fang Ling didn’t mind, but he also regarded her as a stranger from then on.
Today, she had a treasure, and he had saved her, so he felt entitled to some benefits.
“Doctor Dou, forgive me!”
“I am very interested in this life-extending treasure and want to claim it for myself.”
“Once I take this treasure, we will be even!”
He stepped forward, ignoring her struggles, and removed her boots and socks.
Seeing him holding her jade-like foot, examining and playing with it, Dou Qin felt both ashamed and angry.
She snapped, “I don’t have any treasure.”
“That old man had a foot fetish!”
Fang Ling glanced at her and let go of her foot, “You should have said so earlier…”
Dou Qin turned her head away, murmuring, “It’s an embarrassing matter, hard to speak of. I didn’t expect you to…”
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