My Martial Arts Level Never Drops

Chapter 478: Chapter 216: Huoxin

When the giant, thirty-foot-tall Flesh Puppet turned into a massive block of solid ice, frozen solid on the battlefield and unable to move, Qin Fang’s knees felt a little weak.

His face was pale, and his breathing was ragged.

’I’ve used up too much True Essence.’

’I can’t recover it all!’

”Senior Brother!”

A voice called out from behind. Qin Fang turned his head and saw a disciple with a blood-spattered face holding out a bottle.

”Senior Brother, True Essence Pills! You need to recover, quickly!” the disciple said urgently.

Qin Fang glanced at the Jade Bottle in the disciple’s hand. It was, indeed, a bottle of True Essence Pills.

He took a deep breath and accepted it without hesitation.

”Thank you.”

He then downed all the True Essence Pills in the bottle in a single gulp.

Once the True Essence Pills settled in his stomach, a vast wave of True Essence surged from his lower abdomen.

Qin Fang circulated his True Essence, beginning to absorb the energy to replenish what he’d spent.

’It’s a good thing I’m already in the Primordial Stream Realm. Otherwise, I’d have to enter Meditation to recover like this.’

But for a Martial Artist in the Primordial Stream Realm, True Essence circulates on its own, making recovery effortless.

In just a few moments, some color returned to his face.

’Of course, a full recovery is impossible.’

’I’d have to enter deep Meditation to absorb it all perfectly.’

’And there’s obviously no time for that right now.’

Having recovered some of his strength, Qin Fang sprang into action again.

He scooped up a handful of pebbles and unleashed a frantic barrage!

Other than the Flesh Puppets, which could withstand his pebbles, ordinary practitioners at the True Essence First or Second Realm were killed instantly—unless they had mastered some form of Body Protection Leaf Skill.

And even those with a Body Protection Leaf Skill would have it shattered in one hit, their bodies instantly freezing over...

’A Fourth Grade Profound Nether Nature, nearing the Fifth Grade, is just too terrifying.’

’Unless one possessed a True Essence Nature of a comparable grade, or a Cultivation that was several Realms higher, there was simply no way to counter it.’

With Yue Shan having ascended to fight the giant Flesh Puppet in the sky, the disciples watched Qin Fang resume his relentless slaughter. He had naturally become the vanguard for their side. His terrifyingly efficient killing inspired both awe and trust, and the disciples began to gather around him, helping to intercept the Cultists’ attacks and fighting by his side.

After he had frozen the giant Flesh Puppet, other Flesh Puppets began to converge on him, somewhat hampering his killing efficiency.

The two sides were now locked in a stalemate.

The area directly in front of Qin Fang had become a meat grinder, chewing through countless Cultists... Of course, the disciples suffered casualties as well.

Blood saturated the air, forming a Blood River on the ground. But as Qin Fang’s Profound Nether True Essence spread, it froze even the warm blood, solidifying it into crimson crystals!

’Qin Fang had wanted a river of blood; one could say he had achieved his goal.’

But the killing intent in Qin Fang’s heart had not diminished in the slightest!

Expressionless, he attacked the Cultists and Flesh Puppets, seemingly tireless.

’He knew... the true masterminds had yet to reveal themselves.’

’The ones controlling the Flesh Puppets were still nowhere to be seen.’

’They were probably controlling the Flesh Puppets from a distance, somewhere deeper within.’

He looked up. A dense, dark horde of enemies was rushing forward in endless waves. So far, nearly twenty thousand Cultists had appeared.

”Just how many Cultists are there on Jiulian Island?”

A disciple beside Qin Fang gritted his teeth as he, too, frantically cut down their enemies.

Qin Fang, however, remained expressionless. He didn’t care how many more there were.

’All he wanted was to kill.’

Rumbling continued to echo from the sky, a sign that Yue Shan and the giant Flesh Puppet were still locked in combat.

From time to time, a Divine Sense would sweep across the battlefield.

The Sect’s elders had yet to make their move.

This was because the enemy’s experts had also yet to act.

Time trickled by, but the sounds of slaughter were incessant.

Qin Fang had lost count of how many times he’d had to replenish his True Essence... each time with pills given to him by the disciples at his side.

He remained expressionless, but he could feel the gazes of the disciples around him becoming increasingly fervent, filled with a growing sense of trust and awe.

’This was a level of devotion that would never surface during ordinary daily life in the Sect.’

Qin Fang’s performance was simply too dazzling... He was clearly only at the True Essence Second Realm, yet he was fighting on the very front lines!

Furthermore, his killing was efficient and calm, unlike Yue Shan’s berserk, devastatingly powerful style.

But amidst such a mountain of corpses and Sea of Blood, his calmness made him seem all the more fearsome, sending an involuntary chill down the spines of all who watched.

It reached the point where if his gaze happened to sweep over any of the disciples, they would feel a subconscious chill grip their hearts...

’The berserk Yue Shan was certainly worthy of awe.’

’But Qin Fang’s cold-blooded slaughter sent a chill straight to the bone!’

The contingent from the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect was also at the rear. They had, of course, witnessed this, and the way they all looked at Qin Fang had changed dramatically.

Zhao Yuanling’s face was pale. He had killed his fair share of Cultists at the start, his Sword Aura cleaving through the air, and he had felt rather pleased with himself.

But once his True Essence began to run low, his killing efficiency dropped significantly. That, combined with the visceral shock of the blood and brutality of a true battlefield, had shaken this member of the Golden Rainbow Seven Sons, despite his distinguished background.

’People were dying, one after another. In this moment, life seemed utterly worthless.’

And their opponents were Cultists, no less.

These Cultists welcomed death and were incredibly cruel.

He had watched with his own eyes as a Golden Rainbow Sword Sect disciple severed a Cultist’s hand. But the enemy had just grinned, revealing a mouth full of bloodstained teeth. Muttering strange words, the Cultist lunged, attacking with his remaining hand and even trying to bite the disciple. Stunned by such ferocity, the disciple screamed as he was dragged into the mob and torn to pieces in an instant...

’The cruelty of it... to drag someone down with you even in death...’

It was enough to chill one to the core!

And yet, on this very same battlefield, Qin Fang—fighting on the absolute front line—showed not a single trace of fear!