C175 No Life Weapons(2)

This was a cultivator not wearing the robes of any sect, so he likely wasn't part of the four major powers.

"Hand over the No Life Sword and choose: die by your own hand or let me grant you a swift end?" The young man saw Woo Zhengyang and dismissed him without a second thought.

Woo Zhengyang didn't bother with words. He swung his sword directly at the young man.

"Courting death!" the young man sneered, raising his sword and charging forward.

Before he could take two steps, his head hit the ground.

He couldn't comprehend how Woo Zhengyang, who showed no signs of energy, could unleash sword energy—a feat only achievable by those at the Martial Master Stage. More puzzling was that this area shouldn't have experts of that caliber.

According to the rules, only cultivators below the Martial Disciple level should be opening portals now. This rule seemed to favor those below the Martial Disciple level, but a closer look revealed it was just the No Life Patriarch's way of keeping the slaughter game entertaining. If all cultivators were unleashed at once, with Shape Gathering Stage experts dominating, there wouldn't be much to watch.

This rule gave Woo Zhengyang some comfort. If Loong Zhiwu was truly injured, at least as a master at the Shape Gathering Stage, she would have more time to heal and wouldn't be defenseless against other Shape Gathering Stage experts.

At this point, the grievances between Loong Zhiwu, Woo Zhengyang, and the sect leaders and elders were irrelevant. They would all likely turn their swords on each other eventually. Even the vice president of the Heavenly Martial Academy, if choosing the same weapon as Loong Zhiwu, would undoubtedly strike.

With a single strike, Woo Zhengyang ended the young man's life, and the weight of the No Life Sword in his hand seemed to grow heavier. The world around him was in chaos, with cries of battle echoing from every direction.

Stepping out of the courtyard and onto the street, Woo Zhengyang saw people locked in combat, some even engaged in a chaotic free-for-all. He had no interest in joining the fray, sensing that the end of this game would undoubtedly mark the beginning of another sinister plot.

To leave No Life City, he needed to find another way. Of course, if anyone dared to attack him, Woo Zhengyang wouldn't hold back. With his current strength, few below the Martial Master Stage could pose a threat to him.

The real No Life City was no different from the illusionary one. Woo Zhengyang was deep within its confines, and before long, he found himself at the small bridge again. It was then he understood the origin of the river of blood in the illusion.

In the span of a mere incense stick's burning, countless severed limbs had been added to the city. These remnants slowly sank into the ground, eventually surfacing in the small river. Unable to bear the sight, Woo Zhengyang pressed on, intending to visit the statue of the No Life Patriarch.

Before he could reach it, a middle-aged man wielding a knife blocked his path. "Brother, I see you wield the No Life Sword, and I have the No Life Knife. I watched you fight, and your strength is impressive. How about we team up and dominate the battlefield?" the man proposed earnestly.

"No, thanks!"

The man's idea wasn't bad; after all, by the rules, there was no conflict between them. Unfortunately, Woo Zhengyang wasn't interested in any killing games, so he declined and kept moving forward.

"Come on, buddy! Look, my sword skills are pretty impressive!" the middle-aged man said, swinging his long sword with a whoosh.

Woo Zhengyang glanced at him. The guy was in his thirties, and his swordsmanship was indeed solid, but Woo still wasn't interested.

Just as Woo Zhengyang was about to refuse again, the middle-aged man suddenly changed his stance and slashed toward Woo Zhengyang. At the same moment, a middle-aged woman wielding a sword charged out from a nearby alley, thrusting her blade at Woo Zhengyang.

This time, Woo Zhengyang understood. It turned out they were actually working together. They saw his exceptional combat skills and didn't dare confront him head-on, so they tried to catch him off guard.

You had to hand it to them; they seemed straightforward but had a decent plan.

Caught off guard, Woo Zhengyang was forced back by the man's long sword. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't have time to block and would have to retreat, right into the path of the woman's attack. This would leave them trapped, facing threats from both sides—a very dangerous situation.

But for Woo Zhengyang, this kind of tactic was completely ineffective.

The No Life Sword came too fast to block, but Woo Zhengyang's reflexes were sharp. With a swift motion, he caught the man's long blade with his hand.

"What... how is this possible?" the middle-aged man exclaimed in shock as he watched Woo Zhengyang grip the blade barehanded.

The power of the five No Life weapons was originally distributed by weight, and fewer people chose the long blade over the long sword. This man's long blade had been refined multiple times, now comparable to a mid-grade treasure, yet Woo Zhengyang caught it effortlessly.

Unfortunately for him, Woo Zhengyang had no intention of explaining. With the No Life Sword in his other hand, he swung it toward the man's neck.

Just then, a middle-aged woman shouted sharply. She was too far from Woo Zhengyang to intervene in time. As Woo Zhengyang hesitated, a dark flash flew in from the other side...