Chapter 140: A Devastating and Crushing Kill

Xishan was around fifty years old, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, making him look like an upright and brave mercenary. In reality, he was far more terrifying than any mercenary. He practiced lethal secret arts, regarded human life as worthless grass, and was extremely bellicose. His sharper-than-average spiritual tentacles for perception made his strength far surpass that of warriors at his own level, and his ability to foresee danger was unmatched by others.

This time, Xitianfeng dispatching him to battle was also a helpless move. The previous batches of elite warriors had vanished into thin air without even a ripple, driving Xitianfeng nearly insane. He had no choice but to place all his bets on Xishan.

Like the most sensitive mutant beast, Xishan walked while occasionally stopping to sniff the air, his large eyes scanning in a fan shape like searchlights, appearing extremely cautious. Knowing the fate of the previous groups, he had no desire to follow in their footsteps, which required even greater care.

Since the battle over there was truly astonishing and the roars of beasts echoed from afar, sounding extremely harsh in the silent wilderness, the four of them had no fear of failing to find their target. Seeing that they were getting closer, they became even more vigilant. Magnetic guns were clutched tightly in their hands; the moment any anomaly was discovered, they would fire without the slightest hesitation.

"This fellow's spiritual power is not bad at all, actually capable of probing a range of five hundred meters ahead. He's much stronger than the Gu brothers. But probing like this, his spiritual power will soon be completely exhausted. By that time, it will be our turn to attack." A thousand meters away, Lekai "watched" the group of intruders coldly, calmly analyzing and formulating his tactics.

"According to the intelligence, this Xishan is essentially Xitianfeng's last trump card at present. As long as we deal with him, we won't have to worry about his harassment for a long time. Little brother, don't be deceived by his benign appearance. This person is extremely dangerous, bloodthirsty, bellicose, and profoundly cruel," Xianxian reminded him.

Lekai unhurriedly took out the alloy bow, drew a specially crafted long arrow, hesitated for a moment, put it back, and instead pulled out an ordinary long arrow.

"Little brother, are you not planning to use the long-range heavy-draw sniper shot this time? Launching an attack from this distance will definitely fail to evade Xishan's perception." Xianxian was somewhat puzzled by Lekai's actions. Previously, Lekai had always directly utilized the alloy bow's "heavy-draw" function, whose miraculous attacks left one warrior expert after another dead without ever seeing who attacked them. But this time, he had actually switched to an ordinary attack. Why was that?

Lekai said indifferently, "Although Xishan is cautious, he would never expect my spiritual cultivation to be several times higher than his. Since he is the last batch of harassers, who knows how long we would have to wait if we missed this opportunity? Didn't you say he is extremely bloodthirsty and bellicose? I happen to like such opponents; I really miss the feeling of slaying a star-ranked warrior last time!"

Xianxian asked in surprise, "Are you going to fight them head-on?"

A trace of fighting spirit flashed in Lekai's eyes as he said, "Why not? Recently, I feel that the 'Illusionary God Art' has reached a bottleneck, and I want to use him to make a breakthrough. Once I reach the realms of 'Soul Absorption' and 'Micro-Perception', I will truly be able to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, and even the spiritual power of living creatures. That is the true beginning of the 'Illusionary God Art'."

An alloy arrow was slowly nocked, and the three-thousand-anker alloy bow was gradually drawn. Lekai gathered his mind inward, his eyes calm and without ripples. Although he did not enter the true state of complete unity between person and arrow, hidden behind a withered tree, he did not leak a single shred of murderous intent.

A thousand meters apart, bending the bow and releasing the arrow—what grand heroism!

Swish, swish, swish!

Almost simultaneously, three alloy arrows left the bowstring, resembling three auroras tearing through the void, flashing and vanishing instantly.

Lekai chose the timing to absolute perfection, which happened to be when Xishan's spiritual power was about to be exhausted and he sat cross-legged to recover. At this moment, the three warrior-level experts formed a triangular defense to guard him. Having lost Xishan's spiritualistic probing, faced with this sudden sneak attack that seemed untainted by worldly dust, the three warriors could not help but change color in alarm.

Those three long arrows were perceived by the warriors when they were less than a hundred meters away, but their speed was simply too fast. Although they clearly saw a flash of bright light, there was no time to react. Their bodies were struck by a powerful force and lifted airborne, their hands only having time to tightly clutch their throats, yet unable to prevent the tragedy of the sharp arrows piercing through their windpipes. With a dull thud, when they hit the ground, blood was already gushing like a fountain, leaving them unable to move.

The third arrow targeted Xishan, who was sitting cross-legged.

A trace of coldness flashed through Xishan's large eyes. Without moving his body, a white light flashed, and that inconceivably fierce and rapid arrow was actually cleaved straight down the middle, brushing past his side and burying itself deep into the earth. The fierce gale even blew his long hair fluttering to both sides, but his gaze was as cold as an iceberg; apart from coldness, there was no other change.

Truly deserving of his reputation as a bloodthirsty and bellicose person, he did not even frown in the face of danger. Such an opponent was a genuine formidable foe! Lekai let out a sigh of admiration, walking forward as if taking a stroll in a courtyard. Seeming casual, his speed and distance were disproportionate; in the blink of an eye, he had crossed a hundred meters. At that moment, the alloy arrow in his hand was released once more, that casual and effortless grace making it seem as if he were performing a trivial task, bearing not the slightest connection to an attack.

"Audacious! How dare you still use such inferior tricks to attack? It is simply an insult to the noble status of warriors."

With a disdainful and cold snort from Xishan, the long saber placed beside him automatically leaped up, as if guided by a mysterious hand, and hovered horizontally before him. His hanging hand seemed not to have moved, yet the saber was already in his grasp, slashing out casually. Despite its seemingly slow trajectory, it accurately and flawlessly cleaved the two arrows heading toward him.

The entire movement was smooth like flowing water without the slightest stiffness, as if the two had practiced this coordination thousands of times.

As for the warrior expert behind him, he lacked that kind of confidence. Faced with the suddenly arriving alloy arrow, he hurriedly rolled to the side, while at the same time, the magnetic gun in his hand aimed forward. Yet the forward range of hundreds of meters was completely blank; forget about people, there were not even a few small trees.

The warrior expert was no mediocrity; a strength of five thousand ankers made him considered an expert throughout Central China City. Yet faced with this unfathomable ambush of hidden arrows, his face was also full of terror, as his two colleagues had used their lives to prove to him the terrifying nature of the opponent.

"Wang Meng, stand behind me."

Xishan spoke coldly, his unquestionable tone leaving Wang Meng unable to resist at all. Obediently standing behind him, Wang Meng asked nervously, "Captain, what should we do? Are we retreating?"

"The brave never fear battle! Although this person's methods are bizarre, his strength is mediocre and not worth fearing. I want to see what else he can do to you under my protection."

Xishan's voice was not loud, yet it was as cold as heavy snow falling from the sky, seemingly intending to freeze the entire universe. The sound waves traveled far away, growing increasingly larger and shaking the sand and stones ahead into a flurry of vibrations.

"That may not necessarily be true. The person I want to kill—by what right do you protect them?"

A somewhat youthful voice carrying a hint of frivolity, like a whisper beside the ear, suddenly rang out. As composed as Xishan was, he could not help but turn pale with shock. The next instant, he suddenly covered his ears with both hands and toppled sideways. That gentle voice was initially faint and inaudible, like lovers murmuring, but grew increasingly louder behind, identical to his own projection of sound yet possessing even greater might. Finally, it transformed into an earth-shattering roar, violently exploding inside Xishan's ears.

This tremendous roar was several times louder than a thunderbolt in the sky.

Xishan was frightened out of his wits.

Those capable of breaking through his spiritual defense were extremely rare, but without exception, they were super experts. This person could actually break through his defense without a sound and directly attack his cerebral domain; his strength was simply unfathomable. That instant was even more terrifying than suffering a strike from a two-star expert. The vast spiritual power actually transformed into a sharp awl, fiercely hammering into his cerebral domain.

It was also fortunate that Xishan possessed a talent for spiritual cultivation far surpassing ordinary people. If someone of the exact same realm had been substituted, this fierce and tyrannical attack alone would have very likely caused severe injury or even reduced him to an idiot.

Xishan frantically mobilized his spiritual power, instantly dispersing the ringing in his mind, and stood up with a solemn expression, his complexion turned ashen to the extreme. Beside him, the magnetic gun in the warrior's hand had dropped, and his body was slowly leaning to the side.

At the path ahead, a youth was walking slowly. Like an illusion, the distance of a hundred meters seemed to be covered in just a few steps. Standing ten meters away, Lekai smiled very innocently, showing not a trace of hostility. Xishan's shocked gaze fell upon him, unable to believe his own eyes.

The one who had wiped out several warriors on his side with a flick of his hand and launched a spiritual sneak attack on him was actually this youth before his eyes?

This was simply too bizarre and too incredible!

He obviously recognized Lekai. It was precisely because he recognized him that the shock in his heart was this intense. For a youth at the warrior "Sanctuary" level to effortlessly annihilate so many elite warriors on his own side was already an impossible feat, let alone surpassing himself—a star-ranked warrior—in terms of spiritual power. That was the true shock.

Was this brat a monster?

He sensed no murderous intent whatsoever from Lekai, nor any hostility, yet there was a faint feeling of danger—that was an instinct possessed by warriors, especially spiritual experts.

"You are Xishan? I heard you are very good at fighting. You shouldn't mind having a match with me, right?"

Lekai said with a chuckle, his carefree and relaxed demeanor making it seem not like he was challenging a star-ranked warrior, but rather like children playing a game, casually talking about playing rock-paper-scissors.

Xishan did not smile, because he knew that if he found the opponent ridiculous, he would ultimately become a joke himself. The youth before him was definitely worthy of a fight. In his eyes, a strong fighting spirit slowly rose. The long saber in his hand hung obliquely downward, and a stream of light flowed down from it like a cleansing motion, instantly causing the tip of the blade to brighten a fraction.

His feet staggered slightly, his expression became as ice, and he said coldly, "Dying by my blade is your glory!"