My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!
Chapter 121: Chasing all the way to the Shadow Faction!

Chapter 121: Chasing all the way to the Shadow Faction!

When Jian Ruxue, who was standing to the side, heard these words, she felt her world spin.

Gang Reyong had killed a First-stage Martial Artist with a single bullet, effortlessly.

But he was still dissatisfied, having missed the other four.

If anyone in the martial world heard this, they would cough up blood from sheer shock.

To kill a First-stage Martial Artist so easily was already a terrifying feat, one that most wouldn’t even dare to dream of.

Even those stronger than them knew that killing a First-stage Martial Artist was no small matter, especially considering the immense vitality they possessed.

With the fusion of their Will and body, their very flesh had become a terrifying weapon of mass destruction.

There were very few weapons that could even harm a First-stage Martial Artist.

And as you can see, even Gang Reyong’s weapon couldn’t kill him, it was the Death Energy that did the trick.

"Child, you are truly extraordinary," she commented as she stepped forward.

"Shall we launch an attack now?"

"No," Gang Reyong shook his head. "We stay in this cave."

"But wouldn’t they escape and bring reinforcements?"

"Then we escape," Gang Reyong replied coldly.

"..." Jian Ruxue paused for a moment, contemplating his words, her ears twitching slightly. "Then wouldn’t it have been better to wait for them to enter the cave, so we could’ve killed them all in one swift blow?"

"Wait for it."

Gang Reyong replied, "There’s a saying, curiosity killed the cat. And the old aren’t always the wisest. If they come for us, consider them dead. If they escape, then let them escape."

Truthfully, Gang Reyong could have waited for them to enter the cave. But that wasn’t his style. Besides, they might not even enter and instead grow more cautious.

The human heart was unpredictable, and he couldn’t begin to guess the mentality of those old men. All he could do was hope for the best, and achieve the best he could.

"Alright, child," Jian Ruxue replied with a chuckle, shaking her head.

’He’s still a child after all... he still doesn’t know how the world works.’

Gang Reyong glanced at her but said nothing.

To Jian Ruxue’s surprise, however, the group of four old men returned to the scene once more.

They stood over the fallen body of the Fourth Elder.

"They’re not willing to leave," Gang Reyong muttered.

The old men whispered among themselves quietly, their eyes glancing toward the cave entrance with wary caution.

"Let’s carry the Fourth Elder back. It would be humiliating if we couldn’t even retrieve his corpse."

"Do you sense the Death Energy?"

"Huh? Death Energy?"

One of the elders crouched down and closed his eyes, carefully sensing the lingering energy. Almost immediately, his body shivered in fright.

"You’re right... there’s a faint trace of it in the scratch left by that black light."

"So that’s what killed him..."

The three others murmured, horror flickering in their eyes.

Although their entire faction’s goal was to tame Death Energy, they had no real way of protecting themselves from it.

They weren’t scientists, and their technology was crude at best. All they could rely on was the cruelty they inflicted in an attempt to control it. But clearly, that hadn’t gone very well.

"Let’s retreat for now."

One of the elders quickly lifted the body of the Fourth Elder and turned to leave.

But just then, footsteps echoed from the cave entrance, sending a wave of alarm through their hearts as they turned warily toward the sound.

Slowly, a woman emerged, shrouded in an eerie darkness.

Her long white hair flowed like drifting snow, and her pale skin was as cold and pure as ice.

"Jian Ruxue!" one of the elders cried out in alarm.

"That’s right," Jian Ruxue replied calmly. "I killed this elder."

"How?"

The elders were visibly shaken. To them, Jian Ruxue was just a junior, a mere Second-stage Martial Artist.

That level meant little in their eyes.

The only reason they even remembered her name was because of this mission... and because she hailed from the Mount Hua Sect.

"Junior, aren’t you being a bit presumptuous toward your elders?" the Seventh Elder said coldly.

"You?" Jian Ruxue let out a calm chuckle. "You demons, who’ve committed sins so vile that even your mothers wouldn’t forgive you, how dare you lecture me?"

"Today, I will kill every last one of you."

A massive sword materialized behind her, and the atmosphere turned frigid, the air thick with killing intent.

"Hmph." The Seventh Elder snickered, his figure vanishing in the blink of an eye—reappearing right in front of her the very next instant.

He threw a punch.

Bang!

His speed was overwhelming. Jian Ruxue’s body exploded on impact, and her Will, the giant sword, clattered to the ground, spreading an icy chill through the earth.

"Eh?"

The Seventh Elder looked at his fist in confusion.

"I thought she’d be stronger, but she’s just—"

Before he could finish, one of the other elders shouted urgently, "Look around you!"

"Huh?"

Only then did the Seventh Elder realize it.

He hadn’t noticed it before, but now, quietly, almost imperceptibly, beings cloaked in eerie darkness had completely surrounded him.

And Jian Ruxue, who should have been dead, was still alive. Breathing. Her body had completely regenerated, returning to its previous state. Even her Will, the massive sword, now hovered once more behind her.

The corners of her lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Die," she whispered.

A black bullet shot from behind her. She leapt at the perfect moment, allowing the bullet to pass in an undaunted path towards the Seventh Elder.

It was only when the bullet was nearly upon him that the Seventh Elder noticed it. He tried to move, even slightly, but the undead surrounding him threw themselves forward, sacrificing their bodies to bind him in place.

Paralyzed, helpless, and gripped by the pure horror of impending death, the Seventh Elder could only watch as the bullet struck his chest, his eyes wide with terror.

His vitality drained away in an instant.

All his strength abandoned him.

He collapsed to the ground with a dull plop, lifeless, his eyes vacant and glassy.

Though it might have seemed to unfold slowly, in reality, it all happened in the blink of an eye, far too fast for the other elders, who had been rushing to support him.

"Three more left," Gang Reyong muttered quietly, raising his weapon to aim.

But the remaining elders had already vanished.

Their speed was so great that even catching a glimpse of their silhouettes would be difficult for a mortal’s eyes.

"Hmm." He touched his chin, contemplating for a moment before moving forward quietly, firing bullet after bullet in their direction. But, no matter how long he tried, not a single shot even grazed their figures.

All his bullets missed.

Still, Gang Reyong pressed the chase as he didn’t use Jin Hyuk.

The thunderous footsteps of his undead army made the ground tremble beneath them.

"We’re chasing them all the way to the Shadow Faction."

"Are you sure?" Jian Ruxue’s voice was uncertain.

The Shadow Faction wasn’t some weak group, being one of the three strongest forces in the Murim world, how could they be weak?

"They have countless First-stage Martial Artists, and their faction head is a Transcendent-level Martial Artist. Not to mention the countless hidden masters lurking in the shadows."