As Zhu Dingxiang's confident voice resounding in the small alley, he charges toward the blue-robed elder.
In one step, he performed the Mid-Tier Mortal Rank Cloud-Step movement technique to perfection. Almost in an instant, he covered the distance of 40 meters.
'What speed!' The blue-robed elder's pupil tightened; seeing Zhu Dingxiang suddenly appeared before him, he was ready to take a defensive stance.
'Although this brat is fast, if his strength is insufficient, then it's meaningless. I only need to restrain him down for a moment.' While the blue-robed elder was thinking, the silhouette of Zhu Dingxiang suddenly disappeared from his sight.
After experiencing hundreds of life and death battles as a demonic cultivator, he felt that something was aiming at his back, and it was coming fast.
Without hesitation, the blue-robed elder turned around and summoned his martial spirit, a towering two-meter-tall bronze shield appeared.
"[First spirit ability: Endurance.]!"
"There is no way you will be able to break through my defense; you are still too young for that, brat!" The bronze shield, fueled by the demonic Qi, stood stoic like a giant mountain.
Zhu Dingxiang, with the massive double-handed Axe in hand, moves like an assassin. After swiftly appeared behind the blue-robed elder, he wanted to take out the old man in one strike.
His movement is excellent, but he is still inexperienced with handling the Axe. Since he only practices for two days, his attack is still full of flaws, and the way he is exerting his strength is crude.
The space in the alley was narrow, but he could still manage.
There was no martial skill involved, only brute strength! Like a barbarian, Zhu Dingxiang savagely swings the Crimson Blood Axe into the bronze shield.
CLANG!* Sparks blazed upon the sound of the collision.
The smug look of the blue-robed elder suddenly frozen on his aged face.
"You... Impossible!" The old man was stunned; he was forced backward more than ten feet.
"How can the power of your attack be so strong?" His face flushed red with veins protruding out violently. Zhu Dingxiang's attack has left him with internal injuries as he could still felt his blood raging chaotically from the inside.
"His strength is very abnormal; assist me to engage him together!" The internal injury wasn't serious, but it wasn't minor either. Regretting his decision of stepping out too early, the old man tried to back off.
However, it was too late!
Bang!*
Inevitably, while still suffering from internal damage, the blue-robed elder couldn't react in time; Zhu Dingxiang kicked his lower chin.
'Shit!'
"It's too late for you to retreat now, as I said before. Since you are already here, then stay forever!" Exclaimed Zhu Dingxiang as he launched his body into the air.
With a quick movement, he swings the Crimson Blood Axe in a circular motion. After one rotation, his momentum increased many folds, then once again collided with the giant bronze shield.
BOOM!
Following the heavy impact, the bronze shield couldn't sustain such power and exploded into pieces. However, that wasn't the end. In the eyes of everyone present, the figure of Zhu Dingxiang seems to magnify exaggeratedly multiple times, especially his Axe.
He was like a God Of War!
The giant double-handed Axe moves so fast that it looks like a blood-red shadow in the hand of Zhu Dingxiang. Facing extreme danger, the blue-robed elder could still felt the familiar feeling.
The feeling of walking on the thread between life and death, something that he had experienced throughout his life, except this time, he is not going to make it.
He was falling in mid-air, his martial spirit destroyed, along with the severe backlash. There is nothing he can do against the Axe that is coming for him.
At this moment, the old man suddenly felt highly calm, and he wasn't bothered by the pain anymore. The memories of his entire life flashed before his eyes. Slowly, the blue-robed elder became accepting.
"May death...bring you peace." Spotting the change from the old man's expressions, Zhu Dingxiang spoke with tranquillity.
Splash!*
The Crimson Blood Axe split the blue-robed elder into two parts, from top to bottom, with a vertical line. Organs, intestines, brains, and blood scatters like raindrops all over the place.
Just like that, a demonic cultivator whose strength could rival that of a lord of a medium-size city fall in this remote place.
'F*ck! What kind of strength was that?' Everyone thought, feeling intimidated by the display of force. Given their enchanted senses as Qi Condensation realm cultivators, they could clearly witness what happened a moment ago.
One exchange and one strike!
The fight only lasts for a few seconds, and the strongest one among them was decimated by this monster overwhelmingly.
No, perhaps a heaven-defying beauty might be more accurate. Due to the high-speed movement, Zhu Dingxiang's bamboo hat was dropped onto the floor, exposing his otherworldly appearance.
However, there was no time for the enemy to appreciate what they saw; all they could feel were terror and trepidation.
With his charming smile, Zhu Dingxiang muttering "Blood Devour." Instantly, the docile Crimson Blood Axe vibrates in excitement as if a kid receives their favorite foods; it shines with red glows.
All the blood splattered on the wall, and the blue-robed man was sucked dry. They continued to gathers, forming into a spiral ball of blood before being devoured.
Feeling the Axe strengthened slightly, Zhu Dingxiang lifted his gaze at the remaining enemy and said. "It's your turns."
Staring at each other in the eyes, the enemy couldn't help but shiver.
"Calm down, everyone, we are robbers right now. At least be more professional!"
"Yes, that's right. He is alone; the technique before must have consumed most of his spiritual Qi. Don't let him rest; attack quickly!" A pale topless man dressed in tight black trousers shouted with a cunning smile.
All of them summoned their martial spirit, a lizard, a blade, a cauldron, etc...
However, no matter what they try; it's all useless. Zhu Dingxiang has already killed hundreds of bandits; adding a few more to the counts wouldn't matter anymore.
Perhaps the thick bloodlust of the Crimson Blood Axe influences him or due to something else, but the battle makes him feels excited.
Just like the grim reaper's scythe, his Axe harvests their lives every time it strikes. None of the assailants could take more than one strike from him unscathed.
Total domination with no resistance!
Clouds of dust and parks surged and spread through the alley.
What remains of the battle site were scattered broken weapons, broken debris, and mutilated body.