Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 376: Kill

As Qin Sang's voice rang out, a fierce wind howled, and an endless swirl of yellow sand suddenly engulfed the land.

Kong Xin and the black-robed man found their vision completely obscured. When they extended their spiritual consciousness, they were shocked to discover that even it was slightly impeded. Their expressions changed in unison.

However, they quickly realized that the yellow sand served only to confuse and had no offensive power. As long as they remained focused, they could resist its effects.

"Be careful of their artifacts!" Kong Xin shouted.

In the underground cavern, their original plan had failed due to Qin Sang’s ebony sword, but it wasn’t without gains. While fending off the ghostly creatures, everyone’s artifacts had been exposed, allowing them to easily capture the cultivator surnamed Bao.

For most Foundation Building cultivators, possessing two or three top-grade artifacts was already considered a great fortune.

Believing he had grasped Qin Sang and Wandering Man’s capabilities, Kong Xin was not overly alarmed by this sudden ambush. After all, it was still just a two-on-two fight.

Amidst the yellow sand, everything was uncertain.

Just as the black-robed man was about to regroup with Kong Xin, he sensed a fierce gust from his left, triggering an immediate warning in his mind.

Recalling the artifacts Kong Xin had mentioned, his thoughts raced, and a pale bone staff shot out from his robe, striking toward the incoming force.

The staff erupted with light, producing a loud blast as it extended segment by segment. It was crafted from the spine of a monstrous python. The staff seemingly came alive, transforming into a white python.

The triangular-headed python opened its maw, attempting to seize the approaching artifact. Yet, it was neither the Black Dragon Stone nor the Spirit-Binding Rope, but rather a swirling mass of black mist—the toxic miasma formed by the Sky Poison Veil!

The poison was intangible.

The white python lunged into the miasma, but instead of halting its spread, the toxic fog accelerated and surged toward the black-robed man.

He hesitated briefly before his mind grew sluggish. Alarmed, he tried to retrieve another artifact for defense, but it was too late.

Suddenly, the sharp whistle of a sword cut through the air. A stabbing pain spread across his chest, jolting him awake just in time to witness a streak of sword light flashing toward him like a shooting star.

Horrified, he hastily redirected his bone staff.

Unfortunately, having just been deployed, the staff had yet to recover its strength. Moreover, the poison had slowed his reactions just enough to create an irreversible crisis.

Panic surged through him as he spat a mouthful of blood and essence onto the staff.

The infusion of blood and essence drastically increased the staff’s speed, allowing it to narrowly deflect the flying sword.

"Ah!"

The black-robed man let out a pained cry, clutching his right chest as he staggered backward in disarray.

Though wounded, he felt a moment of relief. The bone staff had altered the sword’s trajectory at the last second, preventing it from piercing his heart. Instead, it merely punctured his right chest—a wound that could be healed with a spiritual pill.

Yet, Qin Sang and Wandering Man gave him no opportunity to recover.

Before he could stabilize himself, a massive shadow loomed over him. He looked up in terror to see a mountain-like figure breaking through the yellow sand, plummeting toward him.

The Black Dragon Stone was descending from the sky!

"Help me!"

He shrieked in fear, frantically urging his bone staff to block the stone.

But the staff had already exhausted most of its power against Wandering Man’s flying sword. Now, it could not withstand the Black Dragon Stone’s crushing force.

The white python formed by the staff let out a mournful cry as its body trembled. A sickening crack echoed as the staff shattered segment by segment. The Black Dragon Stone, its momentum unchecked, ruthlessly crashed down upon the black-robed man.

Thud!

Weighing as much as a thousand jun, the stone was unstoppable. Already injured, his frail body stood no chance against such an overwhelming blow. Along with his protective robes, he was nearly reduced to a pulp, his qi dissipating entirely as he perished on the spot.

Kong Xin had just summoned his artifact to shield himself. As he contemplated how to coordinate with the black-robed man against the two Daoists, his mind churned with calculations.

He and the black-robed man were not close allies, merely temporary partners. They remained cautious of each other, maintaining a deliberate distance even as they traveled together.

In fact, Kong Xin harbored another intention.

Upon noticing the black-robed man being ambushed, Kong Xin immediately moved to assist but did not exert his full strength—he intended to use the black-robed man as a test.

The black-robed man had roamed the Endless Valley for years, earning a fearsome reputation in demonic circles. His abilities far surpassed those of cultivators at the same level. Even if he could not defeat the two Daoists, he should at least be able to hold out for a while.

During the ensuing chaos, Kong Xin planned to seize the opportunity to strike, assassinate one of them, and turn the tide in his favor within moments.

However, he had not expected the black-robed man to be so easily dealt with—dispatched within just a few moves. From the moment they were ambushed to the black-robed man’s death, no more than three breaths had passed. freewēbnoveℓ.com

There was another possibility: the two Daoists were far stronger than they had imagined!

Kong Xin was horrified. Without hesitation, he turned to flee.

Clang!

The sharp sound of metal clashing rang out.

Kong Xin gripped the Blue Light Sword tightly, pointing it diagonally ahead, his expression dark and grim.

A flying sword had blocked his escape.

It was Wandering Man’s flying sword. After severely injuring the black-robed man, Wandering Man had immediately shifted his focus, ensuring that Kong Xin had no chance to escape.

The sword hovered in midair, aimed directly at Kong Xin. Behind it, Wandering Man’s figure gradually emerged from the shadows.

Kong Xin’s gaze was cold as he spoke, "I underestimated the two of you, Daoist Masters. How did you discover us?"

Wandering Man shook his head. "If you wish to keep something hidden, don’t do it in the first place."

"Senior, there’s no need to waste words with him. A Tiger-Winged Eagle has already noticed the commotion here. Kill him quickly and leave this place..." Qin Sang’s voice grew closer. By the time the word "leave" was spoken, he was already within striking distance.

Kong Xin’s expression shifted slightly as he grew more alert, scanning his surroundings. Moments later, Qin Sang’s figure materialized nearby, releasing the Spirit-Binding Rope, forming a pincer attack with Wandering Man.

Wandering Man wasted no more words. He controlled his sword and launched his assault.

Kong Xin’s eyes flickered. He wielded the Blue Light Sword to block Wandering Man’s flying sword. Just as the two blades were about to clash, he suddenly unsealed the mark on his forehead. His power surged instantly. Simultaneously, the Blue Light Sword erupted with a dazzling radiance as he attempted to overwhelm Wandering Man in a single strike, breaking free from the encirclement.

"As expected, you were hiding your true strength." Wandering Man chuckled, completely unfazed.

A seasoned cultivator like him would never be deceived by such tricks. With a mere flick of his finger, his flying sword surged forth with a momentum no weaker than the Blue Light Sword as it met the attack head-on.

Though Wandering Man’s cultivation was inferior to Kong Xin’s, he was not so easily defeated.

As the Blue Light Sword became entangled in a fierce clash with Wandering Man’s flying sword, the Spirit-Binding Rope closed in from behind. Despair flashed across Kong Xin’s face before it twisted into a ferocious expression.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of rupturing flesh echoed as Kong Xin’s meridians snapped one by one. Blood and essence spurted from his body, drenching him in crimson. His aura swelled violently—this was the ultimate life-burning technique of his cultivation art.

Yet, before his secret art could fully activate, the void behind his head silently twisted. A transparent sword shadow emerged and pierced through his skull!