Scum Of The Demonic Sect

Chapter 58 The Terrifying Little Monk

Lin Haoming wouldn't miss such an opportunity. His mother-and-child swords flew over and slashed, severing the heads of the two men. Their storage bags then fell directly into Lin Haoming's hands.

After killing the two, he glanced back at Wang Chen and found him sitting on the ground, retching.

Lin Haoming ignored him, his gaze sweeping over the other people from Tianjian Mountain. He found that most of them were either retching or swaying, and some had even fainted. He couldn't miss such an opportunity, so he immediately attacked again.

Hu Xiangzhen suddenly realized that someone had recovered so quickly from his magical artifact's divine sense attack, and he was quite surprised. While striking the bronze bell, he could only spare some of his energy to unleash a hammer-shaped magical artifact at Lin Haoming.

This hammer was also a high-grade magic weapon; though seemingly short, it was incredibly fast.

Lin Haoming had been watching Hu Xiangzhen's actions closely. Seeing her attack, he immediately slapped a stone armor talisman onto himself and then summoned his silver steel shield.

The hammer struck the silver steel shield with a loud clang.

Although the sound was loud, Lin Haoming sensed that the hammer's power wasn't as great as he had expected.

So he discarded the silver steel shield, patted his storage bag, and summoned the Five Elements Sword, aiming straight for the heads of the Heavenly Sword Mountain disciples.

Then, the Five Elements Flying Swords, originally belonging to the Heavenly Sword Mountain disciples, flashed past them, killing countless disciples instantly. Simultaneously, the hammer struck Lin Haoming twice, shattering his stone armor talisman completely.

However, although the power of the stone armor talisman was exhausted, Lin Haoming had still managed to kill more than ten Heavenly Sword Mountain disciples.

At this moment, he once again summoned his silver steel shield, simultaneously snatching the storage bags from the Heavenly Sword Mountain disciples.

He realized that he had resorted to a mutually destructive tactic to deal with the little monk, but unexpectedly, while his fellow disciples were indeed injured, a newcomer suddenly appeared, capable of withstanding the spiritual attack of his bronze bell and taking advantage of their momentary lapse in consciousness to kill them with such ruthlessness.

Wu Hongfei, watching Lin Haoming effortlessly eliminate so many Heavenly Sword Mountain disciples, also showed some surprise in his eyes.

By this time, he had recovered and drew his sword, fixing his gaze on Hu Xiangzhen.

Hu Xiangzhen's face had turned grim, but having come this far, she was unwilling to give up. The hammer-like magical weapon returned to her hand, ready to strike the bronze bell.

But at that moment, Lin Haoming saw the bronze bell suddenly shake, and then it flew up like a cannonball, crashing directly into the ceiling of the cave and embedding itself there.

Beneath the bronze bell, the little monk was nowhere to be seen; instead, stood a figure over ten feet tall, resembling a demon god.

Hu Xiangzhen, upon seeing this, turned pale with fright and dared not approach, retreating several steps.

This wasn't the first time Lin Haoming had seen the little monk like this; he knew the monk was truly enraged. A violent aura filled the area around him, making everyone in the cave feel extremely oppressed.

"Zhenzhen, this humble monk will now deliver you from suffering!" the little monk roared, then threw a punch directly at Hu Xiangzhen.

Hu Xiangzhen patted her storage bag, and an ancient-looking shield appeared before her.

The little monk's fist slammed into the shield, shattering it instantly. His fist passed through the shield and struck Hu Xiangzhen.

Hu Xiangzhen was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

Just when everyone thought she was finished, she swiftly flipped over, a talisman appearing in her hand. She slapped it onto her forehead, then blurred and vanished.

Lin Haoming was astonished by this. It wasn't that Hu Xiangzhen possessed a top-grade escape talisman, but rather that she hadn't been seriously injured after being struck by the little monk.

Although the little monk had shattered her shield before striking her, the power was still considerable, demonstrating that someone who could become a sect leader was indeed extraordinary.

However, things became more troublesome afterward. As soon as Hu Xiangzhen fled, the little monk immediately focused his attention on Lin Haoming and his two companions.

Without hesitation, the little monk flashed to Wu Hongfei's side.

He had already discerned that he was the strongest of the three.

Wu Hongfei, no longer as arrogant as before, swung his greatsword directly at the little monk.

This time, the young monk didn't even use his prayer beads, directly striking the greatsword with both fists.

The fist and sword clashed. The young monk took a step back, while Wu Hongfei was sent flying more than ten feet, finally crashing into the rock wall. Although the greatsword didn't fall from his hand, his grip was trembling violently.

"Why aren't you attacking together!" Wu Hongfei, disregarding everything else, shouted at Lin Haoming and Wang Chen.

Wang Chen, just recovering from the shock, looked at Lin Haoming with some confusion.

Lin Haoming immediately activated his twin swords, slashing towards the young monk.

Facing Lin Haoming's twin swords, the young monk didn't move away, flashing back to Wu Hongfei's side.

Wu Hongfei dodged, and the young monk slammed his fist into the rock wall, causing a section of the solid rock to collapse.

Lin Haoming's mother-and-child swords struck the little monk, but this mid-grade magic weapon was practically useless, like tickling the monk.

The little monk merely glanced at Lin Haoming, gave him a strange smile, and then lunged at Wu Hongfei again.

Wu Hongfei spat a mouthful of blood essence onto his greatsword, which instantly multiplied into nine swords, thrusting towards the little monk's vital points.

The little monk roared, his body glowing with white light. Ignoring the flying swords, he continued his attack on Wu Hongfei.

Wu Hongfei was clearly surprised that his opponent could ignore his attacks, a flicker of horror crossing his eyes. Taking advantage of the moment when his opponent was about to strike, he quickly produced a talisman. The talisman depicted a small sword. As Wu Hongfei spat another mouthful of blood essence onto the talisman, it flashed with light and transformed into a greatsword in Wu Hongfei's hand.

"A talisman!" Upon seeing it, the little monk's eyes finally showed wariness.

His original form was already in front of Wu Hongfei, but he abruptly moved away, his eyes fixed on the radiant sword, pondering how to deal with it.

Seeing the little monk's reaction, Wu Hongfei immediately drew his sword and charged.

This time, the little monk dared not be careless. The string of prayer beads he had been using earlier was once again wrapped around his hand, and he once again threw a punch directly at the radiant sword formed from the talisman.

Lin Haoming was also startled by this scene. He knew very well the power of talismans. The little monk was far too arrogant, actually trying to meet the sword formed from a talisman head-on. Wasn't he afraid his fist would be cleaved in two?