[1-200] MY SWORD INTENT CAN BE INFINITELY IMPROVED

Chapter 58: Coming Forth with Ten Thousand Swords

Translator: Daoist6fubtiW

In the mountains, cultivators from the martial world explored one by one following the path given by the Formation Master. They successfully discovered five strongholds of the Evil Blood Cultivation Sect.

Currently, they were engaged in intense battles with the Evil Cultivators.

Led by the four sects and the Martial Suppression Division of Lingshan City, each faction attacked one stronghold of the Evil Cultivators.

The masters of each faction had not yet taken action; it was only disciples below the master level fighting for now. However, even so, each battle scene resembled a natural disaster.

Trees snapped, mountains collapsed, and the earth tore apart… Martial artists of the third grade and above could easily manipulate the environment.

Though the battlefield was temporarily at a standstill, slowly the situation began to change.

A faint red gas emerged in the field. With the appearance of the gas, the previously disadvantaged Evil Cultivators suddenly went berserk.

Their strength surged, and a layer of bloody aura enveloped their bodies. Some hidden Evil Cultivators also joined the fight.

In the blink of an eye, martial artists from all sides found themselves at a disadvantage! Just as they were about to make a move, several figures blocked their path.

In the blink of an eye, martial artists from all sides found themselves at a disadvantage! Just as they were about to make a move, several figures blocked their path.

“Namo Amituofo…” Yuanjie spoke up, his own aura already activated, his cloudy eyes fixed on Tu Baisheng.

“You old fool… Are you joking? Perhaps you should learn from the Buddha and feed yourself to the eagles. Shall I refine you?” Tu Baisheng’s extreme madness seeped through his words, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Laughing, Tu Baisheng unsheathed a large knife from his back. The bloody aura on it seemed to come alive, swirling around the blade.

Threads of bloody aura floated in the air, pulsating like a heartbeat.

Tu Baisheng took a step forward and instantly arrived in front of Yuanjie.

Yuanjie raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike.

There was a vajra-like intention on his palm, accompanied by a layer of Buddha light. The clash of their strikes was akin to two natural enemies colliding.

The moment they made contact, a sizzling sound of annihilation echoed.

Powerful shockwaves spread out from the center where the two were located.

The surrounding flora and vines were obliterated, and even the trees couldn’t withstand the force, collapsing like harvested wheat.

“Not bad, not bad….”

“Hahaha, old monk, you’re quite something!”

“Then let me see how ‘not bad’ you truly are!”

Tu Baisheng’s state was frenzied. He swung his sword… and then… he kept swinging!

One strike followed another, a grand display, vowing to shatter everything in front of him!

“Bang! Bang! Bang!…”

The bloody intent was attached to his large knife, and Tu Baisheng’s swings were more like smashes!

Yuanjie remained unfazed, the golden Buddha light on him becoming even stronger.

Faced with each of Tu Baisheng’s strikes, he nullified them with a single palm.