Vicious Evil Cultivators, Purple Mansion Trump Card

"Jiang Sheng! Die!"

Seven iron chains covered in barbed hooks sealed off every avenue of movement around Jiang Sheng, while a spray of faint green light followed soundlessly behind them!

Clearly, the Eight Wolves of Dongjun intended to bury Jiang Sheng and Tian Ming'an here together.

Even facing such peril, Jiang Sheng remained calm, without the slightest hint of haste or tension in his every movement.

As the seven chain artifacts closed in before him, Jiang Sheng raised his right hand. "Come!"

The candle flames atop the incense table were drawn into Jiang Sheng's palm by his spiritual power. As his right hand shifted, those tiny flames grew increasingly bright, transforming into sparks.

"Rise!"

With a soft shout from Jiang Sheng, the sparks swelled in an instant, becoming dozens of fire sparrows that circled around him, illuminating Qingxuan Temple's front hall brilliantly.

"Cheap tricks. Break for me!" the lead wolf sneered, urging his chain artifact forward first.

"Go!" Jiang Sheng pointed with two fingers, and the dozens of fire sparrows circling him immediately scattered, each darting toward a different direction before exploding with a thunderous blast.

In an instant, explosions roared one after another!

Smoke and dust billowed, firelight scattered everywhere, and nearly half of Qingxuan Temple's front hall was blown apart by the exploding fire sparrows. Blue bricks and shattered tiles rained down continuously, leaving the entire hall in ruins!

The lead wolf of the Eight Wolves of Dongjun recalled his artifact with a grim expression. The fire sparrow explosions had disrupted his senses, preventing his artifact from succeeding.

The poison needles he had scattered—needles that fouled a cultivator's body—had also been utterly destroyed in the explosions!

It was not only the lead wolf. The others had achieved nothing as well.

Looking at the front hall, filled with rolling smoke and rising dust, the Eight Wolves of Dongjun wore extremely ugly expressions. Jiang Sheng's strength had clearly exceeded their expectations.

A few tiny candle flames could actually wield such power in his hands. This boy truly was extraordinary!

Snowflakes fluttered chaotically through the sky.

Tian Ming'an stood frozen in place, eyes wide as he watched the sinister, venomous iron chain before him suddenly fall as though its spine had been broken.

When he looked up again, Tian Ming'an found that Jiang Sheng was already standing before him, with his foot planted atop that vicious iron chain.

"Dao... Daoist Master..." Tian Ming'an was at a complete loss. In twelve years of life, this was the first time he had witnessed such a grand scene. He felt as though his heart were about to leap out of his throat.

Jiang Sheng smiled. "It is good that you are unharmed. Speaking of which, it was this poor Daoist who dragged you into this. I should have sent you down the mountain earlier today."

Tian Ming'an hurriedly said, "Daoist Master, this boy is not afraid! This boy believes you can deal with those evil cultivators!"

"You do have faith in this poor Daoist." Jiang Sheng smiled, loosely curling his right hand as a three-foot azure blade appeared in his palm.

"This poor Daoist does not wish to meddle in the mortal world, yet there are always blind fools seeking death. You are lucky, boy. Stand here and wait; this poor Daoist will return shortly."

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng's longsword slashed down, severing the iron chain beneath his feet before he leaped into the air.

"You came calling in the dead of night, and the moment we met, you offered such enthusiasm. It seems this poor Daoist has been a poor host!"

Jiang Sheng's voice rang clearly in the ears of the Eight Wolves of Dongjun. They stared intently at the azure figure streaking toward them through the flurrying snow.

Then an azure gleam split the snowfall and arrived before them in the blink of an eye!

"Brothers, be careful!"

The lead wolf shouted, yet his movements were not slow in the slightest. He raised his palm and struck out a blood-red palm imprint.

The bloody palm collided with the azure sword qi. The seemingly solid bloody palm was shredded by the sword qi in an instant, while the azure sword qi lost none of its momentum. In no more than a breath, it had already reached the lead wolf.

That sharp, chilling intent made the lead wolf feel a stabbing pain between his brows, and every hair on his body stood on end!

"Big Brother!"

The other seven of the Eight Wolves of Dongjun struck together. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight layers of spiritual power barriers appeared before the lead wolf.

Yet the azure sword qi broke through six layers of spiritual power barriers in succession before finally losing its edge. After barely shattering one more barrier, it dispersed before the lead wolf.

By then, the lead wolf was drenched in sweat!

A single sword strike had forced all eight brothers into such a sorry state!

"You do have some skill, to block this poor Daoist's sword strike. It seems you are no ordinary evil cultivators."

Jiang Sheng's clear voice came again. The Eight Wolves of Dongjun all looked over and saw Jiang Sheng standing atop the ridge of the front hall, half of which had been destroyed.

He wore a robe of azure, a jade crown upon his head, his left hand tucked behind his back. In his right, he held a pitch-black longsword covered in azure lotus patterns, its tip angled toward the ground.

Snow drifted above him, while flames soared below. Standing atop the roof ridge amid the mingling of ice and fire, Jiang Sheng appeared all the more extraordinary.

"Disturbing another's peace in the dead of night, striking with vicious killing moves from the outset, and even destroying this poor Daoist's temple. This poor Daoist is rather curious—just who are you people, to dare come to Qingping Mountain and seek trouble with this poor Daoist?" Jiang Sheng remained calm, with even a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

Yet the more he acted this way, the more wary the Eight Wolves of Dongjun became.

Jiang Sheng's first move alone had brought them crushing pressure. He was completely unlike those so-called heavenly geniuses, those orthodox sect disciples at the Foundation Establishment Realm said to be certain to reach the Purple Mansion Realm and hopeful for the Golden Core Realm!

"We have long forgotten our names, but throughout Qing Province, people call the eight of us brothers the Eight Wolves of Dongjun!"

The lead wolf's voice was grim. A blood-red chain coiled around his right arm, slithering like a venomous snake.

"Eight Wolves of Dongjun? This poor Daoist has never heard of you. But I suppose it does not matter. After tonight, the Eight Wolves of Dongjun will be struck from the rolls."

As Jiang Sheng spoke, he rose into the air like a soaring eagle. His longsword trembled, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen streaks of azure sword qi whistled forth.

"Brothers, block them!"

Seeing the dozen or so crisscrossing sword qi streaks forming a net cast across heaven and earth, the lead wolf's scalp went numb!

He was already beginning to regret things in secret. Everyone knew there was a Daoist from Penglai on Qingping Mountain. Everyone knew that this Daoist must be worth a fortune. Yet why had he still been able to cultivate peacefully on Qingping Mountain?

Thinking of it now, the lead wolf only felt that greed had blinded his eyes. What the Eight Wolves had encountered this time was not a fierce tiger, but a true dragon crossing the river!

"Attack!" The other seven members of the Eight Wolves of Dongjun knew that the situation was dire as well. Every one of them hardened their hearts and unleashed their full strength.

The snow that blanketed Qingxuan Temple's courtyard was swept back into the air by the surging spiritual power. The Eight Wolves of Dongjun attacked together, unleashing all manner of techniques to meet Jiang Sheng's net of sword qi.

For a time, an azure net formed of sword qi collided above Qingxuan Temple with fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades, golden spears, and all sorts of other spells.

Explosions rang out without pause. Dense spells continually intercepted the azure net like moths flying into a flame, finally devouring it completely.

Yet by then, the Eight Wolves of Dongjun had already consumed nearly half their spiritual power!

The eight looked at one another, retreat already showing in their eyes.

"Big Brother, this target is truly tough. If we keep fighting like this, his spiritual power may not be exhausted before we are drained dry!"

Hearing the retreat in his brothers' voices, the lead wolf's face twisted fiercely. "I want to leave too, but can we? Do not forget, he is a sword cultivator."

"His sword qi wounds if it so much as grazes you, and kills if it touches you. If he hunts us down, where can we run?"

"If we want to live, we can only stake our lives on this! This target is hard, but no matter how hard he is, we have to chew him down! Once we kill him and obtain his cultivation technique and inheritance, where in this vast world could we not go?!"

Hearing their big brother's words, greed surged once more within the other seven of the Eight Wolves of Dongjun.

They were not truly foolish. A wolf pack had always been rational.

But in their current situation, there was no way back. Jiang Sheng clearly would not spare them.

Since that was the case, they could only gamble with their lives and hope that the wolf pack could bring down this fierce dragon crossing the river!

"Brothers, join forces!" the lead wolf roared. The blood-red iron chain coiled around his right arm slithered and circled without stop, as though searching for something.

The other seven of the Eight Wolves of Dongjun nodded, and the blood-red iron chains around their arms began to tremble in turn.

They had been brothers from the start, cultivating the same technique and forging the same kind of artifact.

Thus, the eight could be considered one body. Not only did they possess combined attack spells, their artifacts could also be joined together!

The iron chains around the Eight Wolves' arms seemed to come fully alive. As they absorbed the brothers' spiritual power and vital blood, they continuously expanded and stretched. The eight chains soon came into contact with one another, beginning to coil and twist like a real nest of serpents.

In the end, the eight chains had entwined into a blood-red venomous serpent several dozen zhang long. Its hooked barbs were the serpent's scales, and its sharp spearheads were its venomous fangs.

The several-dozen-zhang blood-red serpent guarded the Eight Wolves of Dongjun within its coils, circling and slithering as it repeatedly flicked its tongue at Jiang Sheng.

At this point, the lead wolf had had most of his spiritual power and vital blood absorbed by the blood-red serpent. His aura was clearly unsteady, but his face was full of savage delight. "Daoist Jiang, not many people have seen this move of us brothers!"

"The last person to die beneath this move was a true disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect at the late Foundation Establishment Realm!"

"This move of us brothers can stand against the Purple Mansion Realm head-on. No matter how great a genius you are, Daoist Jiang, could you possibly kill a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator?!"

Looking at the enormous, ferocious artifact serpent and sensing the genuine spiritual power fluctuations of the early Purple Mansion Realm emanating from it, Jiang Sheng merely smiled. "Purple Mansion Realm? Why can this poor Daoist not slay one?"

"Fire, come!"

Brothers! Lin Yuan has signed a contract! Hahahaha, finally signed one—so happy~

Today, I am serving everyone a grand feast: killing eight evil cultivators to celebrate!