Chapter 145: Flying Sword

Quinlin stood at the clearing by the forest with Alice, Scarface, and Jack. Behind them were over two hundred ghouls, their mouths gaping and drooling, their faces twisted with ferocity and greed as they stared toward the direction from which the army was approaching.

Standing at the very front, Quinlin sneered coldly as he looked toward Abel and the others. Despite the distance, thanks to the ghouls’ innate Night Vision Eyes, he could still see them clearly.

Alice, who was behind him, asked, “Boss, shouldn’t we worry about those two ships?”

“They’re only using cannon fire to cover their frontal assault. We’ll face them right here—their ship cannons can’t reach this spot,” Quinlin replied with a cold laugh. “These humans, just a few hundred of them, dare to cause trouble on my turf. I’ll make them regret ever being born in this world.”

“Hehe,” Scarface beside him wiped drool from the corner of his mouth. “Looks like there are many Martial Artists. Human Martial Artists’ muscles are the most chewy. This time, there are so many.”

Alice on the other side gave a soft giggle, her eyes narrowing. “Someone is charging over alone, and he’s really fast.”

“Brothers and sisters,” Quinlin turned around. “Let these Eastern bumpkins witness our power. Kill them all! Eat them all! Leave none behind!”

All the blonde, blue-eyed ghouls roared wildly. The remaining ghouls, who were originally from the East, didn’t join in the shouting, but green light began to glow in their eyes. The instinct brought by the Corpse Vein made them uncontrollably crave human flesh.

To them, the approaching crowd in the distance was nothing but a grand feast.

Amid this chaotic scene, a streak of light shot out from the forest, heading straight for Quinlin’s head at an astonishing speed. However, Quinlin was, after all, the strongest ghoul present; his Physique Strength was even greater than Zuo Zhicheng’s from before.

He simply reached back with his left hand, clawing toward the oncoming streak of light as if trying to grab it.

Senior Apprentice Brother Jin, who rushed out of the forest right after, saw this and felt a flash of disdain in his eyes. The Flying Sword technique he practiced involved removing his Life Grove, ‘Cloud Soaring,’ from his body at a young age and implanting it into his personal Flying Sword.

He then spent days and nights refining the sword, sensing the Life Grove within, and pouring Spiritual Blood and medicinal herbs daily to nurture its growth. This allowed him to sense the Life Grove remotely, effectively making the Flying Sword an external organ and enabling him to activate its powers, thus wielding the sword for killing.

At its highest level, this Flying Sword skill could be controlled from a hundred paces away. Moreover, since the sword was meticulously nurtured from the practitioner’s birth and infused with various divine metals and alloys, it could slice through iron like mud.

Against ordinary opponents, a single stab or twist from the Flying Sword would kill them instantly. Even highly skilled Martial Artists, with their flesh-and-blood bodies, couldn’t withstand the Flying Sword and often lost their heads in the first encounter.

As a result, everyone in Senior Apprentice Brother Jin’s sect looked down on others. They couldn’t be bothered with common fighters, Martial Artists, or wandering Taoist Priests.

Now, seeing that Western monster arrogantly trying to block his Flying Sword, he already considered the other dead.

First, the sword stabbed into the opponent’s palm, then with a series of wet sounds, the entire blade plunged deep, completely piercing through Quinlin’s arm and shoulder. But when Senior Apprentice Brother Jin tried to twist the sword, intending to grind Quinlin’s arm into mincemeat and then behead him, he felt a slight tremor in the sword—it wouldn’t budge.

It turned out Quinlin’s Physique Strength was incredibly high, and his bones and muscles were far tougher than most. Initially, the Flying Sword managed to pierce through due to its acceleration, kinetic energy, sharp edge, and focused force on a small area.

But now that the sword was stuck inside Quinlin’s arm, he couldn’t break free using just the sword’s strength. Especially since ghouls like Quinlin, with their Super Rapid Regeneration, feared no pain. Quinlin simply channeled strength into his right arm, using his powerful muscles to clamp down tightly on the sword.

Quinlin looked at the hilt protruding from his arm, which kept quivering, and revealed a cruel smile. “Eastern magic? Interesting.”

“Eat them all!”

The next moment, over two hundred ghouls charged out like a pack of hungry wolves. Not just the ghouls—even the shadow hounds they kept around emerged, attacking toward the human crowd.

Senior Apprentice Brother Jin, who had rushed ahead earlier, was the first to be targeted. Alice charged straight at him and subdued him in a few moves. He had practiced Dao Arts since childhood and relied solely on his Flying Sword, never taking Martial Arts seriously. Besides, he lacked the Innate Primordial Breath, so without his Flying Sword, how could he resist a ghoul of Alice’s level?

Within seconds, he was pinned down, and one of his arms was torn off.

“Ah!” A desperate scream escaped Senior Apprentice Brother Jin’s lips, only to be muffled the next second by a rough, large hand. Scarface appeared in front of him, drooling profusely.

Alice snarled, baring her sharp teeth like a lioness. “He’s mine!”

“I’m starving—just one taste,” Scarface said, ignoring Alice’s threat. He opened his mouth wide and lunged at Senior Apprentice Brother Jin. The stench and shark-like teeth looming over him nearly scared him to death.

This showed how heavily he relied on his Flying Sword; in such situations, he was utterly helpless, waiting for death with eyes closed.

But at this critical moment, a sharp sword, two fingers wide and gleaming like autumn water, pierced through the back of Scarface’s head and came out through his forehead.

Roar!

Seeing this, Alice quickly reached out to grab the Flying Sword, but it slipped away like a swimming fish. After striking, it immediately retreated, returning to a man’s side, circling around him like a beast seeking its next chance to attack.

Alice watched the grey-robed man warily, while Senior Apprentice Brother Jin hurried behind the man in panic.

“Senior Apprentice Brother…”

“Stop talking nonsense and stay behind me.”

Jack, Alice, and Quinlin closed in from all sides, their murderous gazes fixed firmly on the two.

‘Good, I took one out by surprise, but these remaining three…’ The grey-robed man smiled grimly, sensing the intense heat emanating from the three ghouls through his Spiritual Energy Vision.

Meanwhile, farther away in the forest, the sounds of battle and shouts echoed—humans and ghouls had begun to fight.