My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences - Chapter 484

484 Demon of Qingzhou’s Ambush
Could the leader of the Sacred Heart Sect be in Qingzhou right now? If he was as powerful as they said, no one in Qingzhou could stop him.

“Even if there’s no hope, I have to try.”
Qin Huai thought of Lingjiang. If Qingzhou City plunged into chaos, the madmen there would undoubtedly become Sacred Heart Sect’s most loyal followers. Eventually, they would spread throughout the Qingzhou counties, raising their powers through senseless violence.

In Qingzhou City, there were also descendants of the ancient demon Kun Peng clan. Their strength was not to be taken lightly. Who knew what ancient resources this family, which had ruled Qingzhou for thousands of years, still had? These two powers stood like unmovable giants. Qin Huai was at a loss for where to start.

Qin Huai left the vicinity of the bloody pillar, sprinting towards the Ghost Ox Sect. Now, he could only take one step at a time.

…

In the Thunderbolt Gang, the leader, Jing Ye, stood. His long hair, soaked with blood, fell around his shoulders, and he held two iron balls in his hands. More than ten cold-looking killers were around him.

The Thunderbolt Gang, one of the two main gangs in the outer city, was drenched in blood. If Hua Yanli were here, he would have noticed that he had never seen these people before.

Over half of the original core members of the Thunderbolt Gang had been killed. The remaining members were kneeling at Jing Ye’s feet, their eyes full of fear and fanaticism.

“From today, we abandon the divide between prodigies and commoners,” Jing Ye said. “We are all chosen by Heaven! With hard work, you’ll have endless resources and status.”

At the center of the hall, a sacred sovereign totem had appeared, emanating a red glow from the intricate runes.

…

At the Ghost Ox Sect, Le Ji’an looked around at the once familiar faces, now turned into Sacred Heart followers and demons. Beside him, there was only one Ghost Ox Sect elder left, Feng Zhiqun.

“No wonder the great demon calamity outside of Qingzhou has not been resolved for ages. It’s all because of you lot.” Feng Zhiqun looked coldly at the people around him.

“Hehe… Don’t throw around accusations. Our esteemed Kun Peng clan has nothing to do with that guy,” the winged Ghost Ox Sect elder sneered.

Both Le Ji’an and Feng Zhiqun had barely escaped the Ghost Ox Sect, only to be surrounded by enemies. The Ghost Ox Sect’s situation was even more dire than that of Wuji Mountain.

Long ago, the demons of the Ghost Ox Sect and the Sacred Heart disciples had allied, wiping out all the top fighters of the Ghost Ox Sect who were not part of their alliance.

“Little Cattle King, stop struggling,” a sinister voice taunted Le Ji’an. “Even your master is dead. Why keep fighting? So what if you’ve become a future leader after breaking through? In the end, you couldn’t dodge your fate of being killed.”

An elder at the third-level of the visceral prefecture realm strolled towards Le Ji’an, his face twisted into a wicked grin.

“Brat, you can get out of here first… I’ll hold them off for you.” The moment Feng Zhiqun finished speaking, he slapped Le Ji’an, sending him flying. In his hands, two ox-shaped demons appeared.

Suddenly, the demons grew, becoming as large as two mountains. Feng Zhiqun charged the demons forward. The ground shattered, dust flew up, and smoke and debris quickly filled the area.

“Small tricks!”

Amid the smoke, figures charged toward Feng Zhiqun.

“You guys go after Le Ji’an, leave Feng Zhiqun to me!” the elder in the lead roared. The black spear in his hand thrust out instantly, and dozens of meters of dust and smoke were swept away in its wake.

They eyed each other, their gazes seething with murderous intent.

“You wish to cross? Did I give my consent?” Feng Zhiqun stood firm like an immovable mountain.

The next moment, Feng Zhiqun summoned a massive bull’s head from the ground. With a bang, dozens of people were sent flying.

Feng Zhiqun fought fiercely, stopping the Ghost Ox Sect experts trying to break through his line of defense. All the while, he retreated, maintaining his position as a bulwark.

But despite his strength, Feng Zhiqun was just one man against many. The group he was holding back stopped their chase and turned to fight him instead.

Their well-coordinated attacks gave Feng Zhiqun no time to rest. In only twenty moves, Feng Zhiqun was bleeding heavily, his feet buried deep in the ground. The blood seeped into the soil, flowing towards the bloody pillar.

“It’s over, Feng Zhiqun,” one of the elders said, his black spear reflecting in Feng Zhiqun’s eyes.

However, the next moment was filled with a dazzling array of lights – golden, white, pink, and fiery red. To the members of the Ghost Ox Sect, it felt as if the god of death had arrived.

“King’s force!” someone muttered in shock.

As the dust cleared, the source of the light revealed itself.

“It’s Xiang Mingfeng from Wuji Mountain and She Wanshan from White Cloud Sect!”

“Hua Yanli of the Thunderbolt Gang, Gou Jie of the Thousand Divination Tower. And the leader…”

As they recognized each figure, a sense of dread filled the crowd.

“Aren’t these people supposed to be at Wuji Mountain?”

“Has Wuji Mountain fallen?”

“What are Yu Tiancong and Shang Yinzhong doing?”

The elder with the black spear cursed under his breath and started running. He felt instinctively that he couldn’t win this battle.

The group was made up of heaven’s favorites – individuals capable of defeating opponents beyond their realms. Even Le Ji’an alone would require dozens of people to defeat.

Now, there were eight of them. The elder felt as if he was facing a dire situation. As he fled, he came face to face with a pair of bright white eyes.

“You are… the Demon of Qingzhou!” he gasped, seeing the person standing in his way. With a flash of resolve, the elder decided, “Even if I die, I’ll take a prodigy with me!” He then summoned a black spear imbued with a deadly aura.

But before he could attack, his spear broke. Standing in front of him, the Demon of Qingzhou had his fist covered in white bones, exuding overwhelming power.

“How is this possible…” the elder muttered. But before he could finish, the demon’s fist smashed down.

The elder quickly curled into a ball to dodge the attack. Seeing his chance, he sprang up, eyes full of resolve and killing intent. But the demon had disappeared.

“Where are you looking at?” a voice echoed from behind him.

Before he knew it, he was impaled. He turned around, only to see the demon’s figure. “What…”

“Idiot.”

Another blow landed, piercing his heart. The elder watched helplessly as another punch came right between his eyebrows.

As he fell, red and white objects poured down, creating a dazzling arc in the air. At the same time, notifications rang in Qin Huai’s mind.

“Ding! You have collected a [Death Energy Black Spear (Fragment) x1], [Earth Tiger Demon Seed (1/3)]!”

“Ding! You have collected a [Ghost Life Technique Essence (Dark Red)], [Ghost Life Technique] experience points +666,666!”

“Ding! You have collected…”