Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 117: Disciple! Stab the Bastard!

Zhao Qianshan's body leaned back, the gust from his sleeve sweeping the filth and foam against the mountain walls to either side.

He dodged that disgusting clump, but he could not dodge the wave of stench that hit him.

He, a Foundation Grand Perfection cultivator who looked down on others like an immortal, had actually been smeared all over the face by a mortal ant with a handful of rotten mud mixed with corpse blood.

"Merely a mortal, how dare—"

But Su Ming was faster than him!

The broken sword in Su Ming's hand was driven, with every ounce of his strength, straight into Zhao Qianshan's heart!

The broken sword was plain and unadorned; Lin Yu had wrapped the original baleful aura with soul force, and the blade itself was covered in dark red rust.

"Overestimating yourself."

Zhao Qianshan snorted coldly in his mind. The spiritual shield thickened by several layers again, becoming as solid as blue-green glaze.

He could already foresee that in the next moment this scrap of metal would shatter against his shield, and the youth holding the sword would turn into a spray of blood mist.But at that instant!

Every hair on Zhao Qianshan's body stood on end without warning!

Danger!

Lethal danger!

His spiritual senses screamed wildly, like facing an unparalleled ferocious beast awoken from the prehistoric wilds!

That pang of dread—he had only felt a trace of it once in his youth, when facing the Foundation-stage elder in his sect!

How could this be?!

This broken sword!

Zhao Qianshan had no time to think; the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

The blue-green shield before him instantly layered over a dozen more times, heavy and nearly substantial!

"Disciple! Now! Stab him, damn it!"

Su Ming's figure and that dark broken sword had already struck his shield.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

explosion

"Pfshhh..."

like a hot knife slicing into butter cut through the

spiritual shield—capable of withstanding a full-force artifact strike—was fragile as tissue paper before

pierced easily, without

times

clearly see the sword tip of the broken blade drawing

feel the annihilating aura on the tip that

tried desperately to turn and

his body felt pressed by a colossal weight, moving

"No—!"

a

a cold sensation transferred from his

broken sword sank

rust-stained broken blade, in an instant,

writhed like something alive, forming countless

"An evil weapon!"

Qianshan screamed in horror, his voice changing

the origin of that

a taboo created

"Uaaaah!"

accompanied by an icy, violent black-red baleful energy, surged from the wound into Zhao Qianshan's body. Like a breached dam, it rampaged

power met that baleful energy, it

roiled like

Qianshan felt his body being torn and devoured from

"Get away!"

his last reserves, caring nothing for dignity, lifting his only movable left palm and slamming

"Bang!"

crack of

a broken sack. Midair, he

"Disciple!"

Yu used soul force to form

Ming was hurled more than a dozen zhang away, collapsing heavily onto the ground.

side, Zhao Qianshan's

threw it to

hole gaped in his chest, the edges scorched black, and wave after wave of black-red baleful energy crawled

The transcendent, immortal

"Pf!"

spat a mouthful of black blood, and his breath

crashed down

Foundation... mid Foundation...