From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

"Squat down!" Zhao Qing Ying shouted as he arrived at the central square.

With his index and middle fingers straightened, forming his hand like a sword, he swiped across.

Sending a slicing wave horizontally.

Whoosh.

The slicing wave swept across the hordes of Skin Puppets.

The next moment, the Skin Puppets were cut into two parts.

Thud.

Sounds of muted thuds echoed in the central square as the upper portions of their bodies fell onto the ground.

"Senior martial uncle!"

"We are saved!"

The disciples cheered as they saw what had happened.

Zhao Qing Ying had easily dealt with those pesky Skin Puppets.

However, it was short-lived as more Skin Puppets came forward from behind.

"We meet again!" A low voice boomed in the air.

The Dark Lord lunged at Zhao Qing Ying.

Every step he took cracked the bricks of the central square.

Zhao Qing Ying frowned when he saw the manifestation of the Dark Lord.

He thrust his fingers at the Dark Lord, sending out a huge Twirling Wind Strike.

The twirling wind sucked up the bricks as it shot toward the Dark Lord.

"Is that all you've got?" The Dark Lord said and punched at the twirling wind.

Boom.

A loud explosion could be heard as the Dark Lord's punch made the twirling wind disappear.

Zhao Qing Ying wasted no time and sent out a Cross Strike.

The slicing wave in the form of an X hit the Dark Lord.

But it just left a faint cut on the Dark Lord's translucent body, making it fade a little.

"Argh!"

"Help me!"

"Take one down with you when you die!"

The disciples weren't doing too well dealing with the Skin Puppets.

To make matters worse, Skin Puppet Diao joined in the fight.

With his needles, he shot at the disciples.

Threading them through several disciples and pulling them toward him.

Like pieces of meat on a skewer made of thread.

"Hehehe, more parts for my Skin Puppets." Skin Puppet Diao smirked as he withdrew the needles, and the dead disciples dropped to the ground.

He turned and proceeded to continue his slaughter of the disciples.

Zhao Qing Ying saw what he did and wanted to stop Skin Puppet Diao.

He tried to stab at the Dark Lord's neck, but the Dark Lord blocked it with both hands.

Thud.

The next moment, Zhao Qing Ying smashed his wine gourd at the Dark Lord's abdomen.

Sending the Dark Lord sliding backward for ten meters.

Zhao Qing Ying took the opportunity and sent a slicing wave toward Skin Puppet Diao.

"Hehehe." Skin Puppet Diao brought his hands together.

And with that, Skin Puppets lined up in front of him.

The slicing wave brought them down instead.

"Your opponent is me!" The Dark Lord shouted as he palm-struck Zhao Qing Ying from behind.

Zhao Qing Ying could feel the force from the Dark Lord's palm pushing on his back.

Making him feel pain even before it hit him.

He quickly turned and used his hand to parry the Dark Lord's palm strike away.

This gave Skin Puppet Diao an opening; he used his needles, injected his Qi, making them glow bright red.

Whoosh.

Four needles shot at Zhao Qing Ying's back.

"Senior martial uncle, watch out!"

The disciples shouted as they saw the needles flying toward Zhao Qing Ying.

Zhao Qing Ying used his Qi and engulfed his body with it.
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Making him glow white with the Qi protecting him.

Cling.

The needles couldn't penetrate through the Qi, and Skin Puppet Diao pulled them back.

However, it wasn't over for Zhao Qing Ying as the Dark Lord took the chance and punched at him.

Zhao Qing Ying blocked with his arms.

Thud.

It was powerful enough to send Zhao Qing Ying flying twenty meters back.

Skin Puppet Diao with his scrawny hands was waiting, as Zhao Qing Ying got closer and closer to him.

He grabbed onto Zhao Qing Ying's neck from behind as Zhao Qing Ying crashed into him.

They tumbled on the ground, finally halting to a stop a few meters away.

"Hehehe, My lord, I got him. Finish him off now!" Skin Puppet Diao shouted as he tried his best to hold onto Zhao Qing Ying.

"Let him go!" The disciples shouted as they tried to help Zhao Qing Ying.

But the Skin Puppets stopped them as they tussled with the disciples.

Everything seemed so dire now.

There was no one else they could count on.

The other peak lords had gone to the late spring hunt with the sect master.

Their hearts sank when they saw the Dark Lord coming in with his punch at Zhao Qing Ying.

The Dark Lord's fist glowed and gave out dark lightning, destroying the surroundings as the lightning crackled.

It was too much for some of the disciples to bear, and some of them turned away.

Not having the heart to stomach what might happen next.

Thud.

A man came in and stood between the Dark Lord and Zhao Qing Ying.

He took the punch, and the Dark Lord's fist went through his chest.

The man smirked and said, "What a welcome you have prepared for me, senior martial uncle."

"Yi Nian, deal with the fellow behind me, let me deal with the Dark Lord."

Zhao Qing Ying said as he exerted his Qi and made Skin Puppet Diao fly away like a kite in the air.

The man was none other than Zhang Yi Nian.

Peak Lord of the Physique Peak.

"Zhang Yi Nian?"

"Physique Peak?"

"Oh no, what shall we do?"

The disciples exclaimed as they had doubts about Zhang Yi Nian.

Zhang Yi Nian had been in secluded cultivation, and not many knew how powerful he was.

The next moment, they saw Zhang Yi Nian leap back and pull the Dark Lord's fist out of his chest.

A huge hole from front to back could be seen.

But soon after, the wound began to close up.

This was the regenerative power that Zhang Yi Nian had, now that he was at Soul Transformation Level.

"Physique Cultivator!" The Dark Lord exclaimed as he saw what happened.

He quickly tried to punch at Zhang Yi Nian again.

Trying to kill him off, as he knew how tricky it was to decimate a physique cultivator when they got to higher cultivation levels.

Thud.

A twirling wind came at the Dark Lord's fist as Zhao Qing Ying helped to buy time for Zhang Yi Nian.

It did the trick as Zhang Yi Nian's wound fully closed as if the gaping hole through his chest hadn't happened.

Zhang Yi Nian turned and lunged at Skin Puppet Diao.