Soul Attack

"The Xuantian Monastery has come to reinforce us, you Demonic Path scumbags, prepare to die!"

Long Chen let out a loud shout like a thunderclap on a flat land, shaking the sky and making it roar, his voice spreading across a radius of hundreds of miles.

Normally, Long Chen really disliked this kind of method; what he liked the most was cutting off the enemy's head before they even had time to react.

But right now it was a chaotic battle, so he had to let those soldiers know that he and the others were here to rescue them, lest they couldn't tell friend from foe when the time came.

Just as Long Chen rushed close, suddenly a Demonic Path Disciple rushed out and blocked Long Chen's path.

Seeing that Long Chen only had a Blood Condensation peak cultivation base, the person couldn't help being startled, followed by a burst of weird laughter, "Jiejiejie… Pfft."

Halfway through his laughter, Long Chen, who was originally running, suddenly accelerated like an arrow leaving the bow, rushed in front of that Demonic Path Disciple, and slashed off his head with a single saber.

"Jiejie your sister, who has the time to listen to you jiejie?"

Long Chen grabbed the head that still wore an incredulous expression on its face and put it into his Spatial Ring; it seemed idiots could be encountered anywhere.

That Demonic Path Disciple had been blinded by Long Chen's cultivation base, and until his death, he didn't understand what was going on, not even having time to finish his subsequent words.

"Everyone else fall back, leave this place to us!"

Seeing that those soldiers were still fighting desperately to the death, yet were simply no match for the Demonic Path Experts and were being cut down in batches, Long Chen hurriedly shouted loudly and continued to charge forward.

As his voice fell, a ferocious-looking Demonic Path Disciple had already rushed in front of Long Chen, pointing his longsword at Long Chen, "Listen up, you Righteous Path idiots, I am…"

Only halfway through his words, the long saber in Long Chen's hand had already fiercely slashed down at that person, completely unwilling to listen to his nonsense.

That person was greatly alarmed. He hadn't seen the fate of the previous person and was preparing to state his name to scare the wits out of the opponent.

But when Long Chen's saber slashed out, he instantly felt his scalp tingle, and a rich threat of death filled his heart, prompting him to hurriedly turn to block it.

"Clang!"

"Pfft!"

The longsword was directly cut in half, while Long Chen's saber was basically unaffected by anything, slashing straight onto that person's neck, sending his head soaring into the sky.

"Whose grandma you are, I have no interest in knowing."

Long Chen coldly replied, and his person had already charged forward again. After those two delays, Tang Waner and the others had also led everyone rushing up.

However, obeying Long Chen's arrangements, they didn't swarm up all at once, but instead took Long Chen as the core, forming an arrowhead to charge forward.

What surprised everyone was that those Demonic Path Disciples, suddenly seeing the monastery Disciples who were almost twice their number, didn't show any major signs of panic.

Abandoning those soldiers, they came straight to kill them. The tall, thin man leading them, who looked like a bamboo pole with a zombie-like face, had a voice like a broken gong:

"The ones in front of us are all Righteous Path Disciples. Everyone, kill to your heart's content! They are the fat sheep; their blood, their flesh, and their soul are all your treasures. Kill them to your heart's content!"

Following that man's loud shout, those Disciples looked at everyone with glowing eyes, successively emitting weird laughter, and pounced toward everyone like fierce beasts.

Everyone couldn't help flying into a rage, especially those Core Disciples, whose eyes were about to spit fire.

Each and every one of them was a proud son of heaven, and who among them didn't possess exceptional Talent? Aside from Long Chen, who would they ever take seriously?

Now, being treated as fat sheep by a group of Demonic Path Disciples, this was simply a naked insult.

Among the people here, only Long Chen maintained a calm expression the whole time, without joy or sorrow, without anger or wrath. He rushed to the front and pushed his long saber horizontally.

"Separating Wind Slash!"

A huge swath of Saber Qi, resembling a giant dragon flicking its tail, fiercely slashed down at the crowd ahead.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft…"

After entering the thirteenth heaven of Blood Condensation, not only did Long Chen's power skyrocket, but even his Spiritual Qi condensed to the extreme. The might of his single saber was earth-shattering, dozens of times stronger than before.

The Saber Qi slashed out by Long Chen was no longer just Qi, but a substantive energy, almost identical to Tang Waner's wind blades.

After a single saber strike, flesh and blood filled the sky. Instantly, more than ten Demonic Path Disciples were directly chopped into pieces, with fresh blood filling the air.

A strong smell of blood assailed his nostrils. Stimulated by that bloody stench, Long Chen instantly felt his blood flow speed up, and the killing intent on his body grew even richer.

Having slashed past with the first saber, the second saber also flew out following it. Immediately, several more Demonic Path Disciples were slashed flying, and a rain of blood permeated the entire sky.

"Kill!"

Long Chen's attack kicked off the prelude to the battle. Tang Waner, Gu Yang, and a group of Core Disciples also led everyone in a charge, attacking frantically.

Clearly, the opponents hadn't expected that among the Xuantian Monastery Disciples, there would be so many Core Disciples, suffering a huge loss right off the bat.

How were Long Chen and the others anything like the fat sheep they spoke of? They were simply more ferocious than tigers, and now they had instead become the fat sheep.

"Awooo…"

Suddenly, the Demonic Path Disciples opened their big mouths and let out a beast-like howl, piercing into everyone's eardrums like sharp awls.

This caused a sharp pain in everyone's minds, making them lose consciousness in an instant, as if sinking into a dreamlike state.

"Is it a soul attack?"

Long Chen was greatly startled. This kind of attack was extremely bizarre and could not be defended against with external force; it could only be defended against using soul power.

Moreover, the magnitude of soul power varied from person to person; it wasn't that the higher one's cultivation base, the stronger their soul power.

Long Chen, Tang Waner, Ye Zhiqiu, and the others all possessed peerlessly powerful soul power, so they could basically ignore those soul attacks, but others couldn't.

Especially Gu Yang; his soul power was extremely weak, and after being attacked, he instantly became sluggish, almost being slashed to death by a Demonic Path Disciple. Fortunately, Lei Qianshang beside him was quick on the uptake, killing that person with a bolt of Lightning Force.

However, quite a few people still fell into the trap. Fortunately, the ones charging at the front were all Core Disciples, and it didn't matter if the Disciples behind got hit, because this soul attack wasn't particularly powerful and could only be maintained for the span of two blinks.

But in a chaotic battle, the span of a single blink was enough to let a person die ten times over.

If the Demonic Path Disciples hadn't seen that Long Chen and the others' aura was too strong and were somewhat unable to withstand it, they definitely would have launched the soul attack during the full melee.

At that time, it would have been too terrifying. During an all-out engagement, at least hundreds of Disciples would have been caught off guard and hit, which would mean certain death.

Now, having suffered the soul attack, everyone's offensive suddenly slowed down, and the thunderous sharpness from just now was instantly stripped away.

"AMan, go take out the one carrying the dead man's flag!"

Long Chen knew that AMan was basically immune to this kind of soul attack, so he pointed at a tall, thin man holding a soul-reaping banner in the crowd and said.

If Long Chen said soul-reaping banner, AMan definitely wouldn't understand; if he said dead man's flag, he would understand instantly.

"Brother Long, can I use my weapon now?" AMan had been following right behind Long Chen, just waiting for Long Chen's words.

"You can, kill them to death for me!" said Long Chen.

"Alrighty!"

AMan let out a loud shout, swung the huge spiked club in his hand, and strode forward to charge.

"All of you go die!"

AMan, who was like a giant, instantly charged forward, and at this moment, people finally witnessed AMan's terror.

He was simply a humanoid meat grinder. With a huge fifteen-foot spiked club in his hand, regardless of what it hit—whether it was weapons or human flesh—everything was smashed into fine powder, stirring up a sky full of bloody mist.

"Close combat in front, ranged combat in the back, cover each other, stabilize the formation, and push forward!"

Long Chen shouted loudly. Now that he knew the opponent's bizarre methods, they could no longer charge and kill rashly.

They had to fight steadily. Just now, only a dozen or so Disciples were injured, and fortunately it wasn't fatal. Those who were injured had already retreated, with medical Disciples responsible for treating their injuries.

The previous battle couldn't be considered a real battle; this was the initial battle. Long Chen had to fight this battle well and boost the morale.

If there were heavy casualties right in the first battle, it would be a fatal blow to the morale of the entire team.

Everyone steadily pushed forward, while those Demonic Path Disciples clearly didn't have any combat formation, all fighting on their own. They were beaten back step by step by everyone, and Demonic Path Disciples were killed from time to time.

What terrified them the most was that AMan had charged into their ranks all by himself, rampaging wildly and unstoppable by anyone.

His spiked club danced with a howling wind; whoever touched it died. In the blink of an eye, he had charged right in front of the tall, thin man holding the soul-reaping banner.

Long Chen had already noticed earlier. Although the screeching sounds were emitted by quite a few people together, the soul attack emitted by the tall, thin man was the most powerful. If he was killed, everyone would be much safer.

Seeing AMan charge close, the tall, thin man let out a cold snort, a trace of bizarre red light emerging within his eyes as he looked toward AMan.

That was a Secret Technique of their Sect, named the Bewitching Eyes. Anyone targeted by him, as long as their soul power wasn't stronger than his, would instantly fall into an illusion and be at the mercy of others.

Moreover, the soul-reaping banner in his hand was his auxiliary tool, specially used to collect the resentment left behind after people died and condense it within his soul-reaping banner.

The stronger the person who died, the more powerful the remaining resentment; and if the opponent was tortured and killed, the resentment would be even richer.

Therefore, slaughter was a kind of cultivation for them. Thus, when they saw Righteous Path Disciples appear, their hearts were filled with burning eagerness.

Because they had learned from the mouths of Seniors, Senior Brothers, and others that Righteous Path Disciples were extremely cowardly, garbage in combat power, and each and every one of them was a fat sheep.

But encountering them today, they were fat indeed, but they weren't sheep; instead, they were man-eating giant pythons, each fatter than one could imagine, currently opening their bloody mouths wide to devour people.

Now, seeing that AMan was actually so powerful, while startled, it also made the tall, thin man incomparably delighted. If he killed AMan, relying on his powerful resentment, it would definitely make his own cultivation base even stronger.

The stronger his cultivation base, the more terrifying his Secret Technique would become, and by then he would be able to kill even more Experts.

Therefore, within the tall, thin man's eyes this time, a bloody aura permeated, almost running his soul power to the extreme, and an invisible bolt of soul power shot straight toward AMan.

But the tall, thin man shockingly discovered that AMan had already raised his massive spiked club high and smashed it down fiercely at him.

"You still dare to glare? I'll smash you to death!"