Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 479 - 478: Such a Terrifying Sword

Chapter 479: Chapter 478: Such a Terrifying Sword

"He who follows me prospers; he who defies me perishes!"

Unifying Earth’s cultivators?

This was the first time everyone heard Lin Hao bring up such a matter, and clearly, this was not something Lin Hao mentioned on a whim.

"I know you all have many questions, but this world is not limited to just one Earth. In the future, to ascend to the Upper Realm, or even higher planes, we still need strength in numbers."

Lin Hao finished speaking and, with a beckoning gesture, the Giant Cauldron shrank to the size of a palm and flew into his hand.

This Ancient Divine Cauldron was anything but ordinary; it contained Laws, able to change size and weight at will, and was even the Divine Artifact used to stabilize the Three Realms during the primordial chaos of their formation. If all pieces were gathered, it would be an awesome existence even in the Buddhist, Taoist, and Confucian Three Realms.

Having stored the Divine Cauldron, Lin Hao pushed the matter to the back of his mind, and soon, the group disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

With Liu Chuixue leading the way, their progress was swift and fierce.

The dense forest vast and unmarked, even with Liu Chuixue’s incredible speed, after two whole days of travel, not a single soul was seen.

On the third day, when the sun should have been high in the sky, the day remained dark.

Ominous winds blew from ahead, and the sky lightly drizzled with rain.

Half a day further, the sky was still as dark as night; the rain was not heavy, but the ground was increasingly muddy, as if it had rained for several months, making the road difficult to navigate.

"Help, help me! Save me!"

Suddenly, a miserable scream came from the darkness of the jungle ahead, revitalizing everyone’s spirits.

"Let’s check it out!"

After two and half days of marching, Mo Changfeng and the four goofballs were utterly bored, and with a bit of action finally arising, the five of them excitedly leapt from their mounts and disappeared a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, an Eastern cultivator frantically escaped from the woods, looking extremely disheveled and fearful, occasionally glancing back into the forest as he fled.

"Halt! You there, why the rush!" Mo Changfeng abruptly stopped, perching on a small branch swaying in the wind and rain, and shouted at the cultivator.

The cultivator, startled by the sudden shout, nearly tripped, only to turn around and see Lin Hao and the group. He was overjoyed, screaming as if a drowning man had found a lifeline:

"Save me!"

"Join our Heavenly Dragon Sect, and we will save your life!"

"That’s right! Our Heavenly Dragon Sect aims to unify all of Earth’s cultivators. Join us, and we’ll save you!"

The four goofballs behind Mo Changfeng also came to a halt, clamoring and immediately starting their first recruitment drive.

The Heavenly Dragon Sect was actually a name Lin Hao had casually mentioned.

Since he intended to unify Earth’s cultivators and even expand into the Three Realms, a formal organization was naturally required.

And a formal organization needed an impressive title.

Yet naming was something that Lin Hao found bothersome, so he had mentioned a name offhand, and now, the four goofballs had voluntarily taken on the role of recruitment officers for the Heavenly Dragon Sect, not missing any opportunity to expand their following.

"I’ll join, I’ll join, save me quickly, save..."

The cultivator just wanted to survive and didn’t care about what sect it was; he screamed out loud. But, as soon as his voice fell, a streak of black light shot out from the forest, whizzed past the cultivator’s neck in the blink of an eye, then looped back, disappearing into the woods just as quickly.

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"!"

Lin Hao was startled, a terrifying gleam flashed across the corner of his eye, and the giant spider Liu Chuixue had transformed into came to a sudden stop.

"Save me, save me! I’ll join the sect!"

That person was still shouting while running, and didn’t stop until he reached Mo Changfeng’s feet, where he fell to his knees with a thump, mistaking Mo Changfeng for the Sect Hierarch and began to kowtow: "Hierarch save..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, his body, still kneeling, bent forward, intending to kowtow to Mo Changfeng. But as he bent his waist, his head dropped towards the ground.

His head hadn’t even touched the floor when it was flung from his neck and rolled away.

Everything happened so suddenly; the man charging to Mo Changfeng’s feet, kneeling down, begging for his life, to his head rolling away—a series of actions as smooth and continuous as flowing water.

It looked as if, because he kowtowed too forcefully, his head had been flung off his neck as he bowed to the ground.

Even when his head rolled to a stop five or six meters away, his eyes were still widened in shock, and the final syllable "...life..." had just left his mouth!

The headless body remained in the kneeling position, at the foot of the tree branch where Mo Changfeng stood, with blood spurting from the neck like a fountain.

This eerie scene sent chills down the spines of Mo Changfeng and the four goofy disciples, leaving them staring dumbfounded at the dead cultivator, a cold sensation creeping up their backs.

"It wasn’t me!"

Mo Changfeng quickly turned around to explain to the others, innocently patting the Treasure Sword strapped to his back.

"Damn it, who did this!"

"Our Heavenly Dragon Sect has just been established, and our first disciple died like this?"

"This is clearly a sign of disrespect towards our Heavenly Dragon Sect!"

"But did any of you see clearly what happened?"

The four goofy disciples looked at each other, utterly clueless about what had transpired. But now, being cultivators of the Sky-breaking Realm, they didn’t regard danger as anything noteworthy.

Speaking of which, they moved as if they brought the wind with them. Such Sky-breaking cultivators immediately scattered in all directions, combing through a radius of five hundred meters, but found nothing.

"Come back, all of you be cautious." Finally, Lin Hao, riding on Liu Chuixue, approached and took a glance at the headless corpse before calling out to the four goofballs.

No sooner had his voice dropped than the four appeared before Lin Hao, their speed countless times faster than before.

"Hierarch, what happened here?" With the formation of the sect, of course, the titles had to change. Not just the four goofballs, even Mo Changfeng had shifted his way of address.

Lin Hao didn’t care much about the change in titles. He looked down at the body on the ground, and couldn’t help but recall the scene that had just unfolded.

The cultivator had been running for his life, struck by a black beam that emanated from the woods. The black light flashed past and then flew back, only seen clearly by a few present.

That black beam was an Ancient Sword, which had sliced through the cultivator’s neck at an extremely fast speed. The man’s body and head were severed in an instant.

But the Ancient Sword was so swift and sharp, after beheading him, not even the cultivator himself realized what had happened; he ran on like the wind for over a hundred meters, making it to Mo Changfeng’s side to plead for help.

And it was only when he forcefully kowtowed that the wound was agitated and his head was flung off!

Such a fast sword, such a powerful technique!

Not to mention the people on Earth, even in the Eternal Life Realm, very few possess such skill.

"Everyone, be extremely cautious!" Lin Hao’s expression became gravely serious.

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