"Jiang Sheng! Die!"
Seven iron chains bristling with barbed hooks sealed off every avenue of escape around Jiang Sheng, while a faint green shimmer silently scattered toward him in their wake!
Clearly, the Eight Wolves of Dongjun intended to bury Jiang Sheng and Tian Ming'an here together.
Even faced with such peril, Jiang Sheng remained calm, without the slightest haste or urgency in his movements.
As the seven iron-chain artifacts closed in on him, Jiang Sheng beckoned with his right hand. "Gather!"
Drawn by his magical power, the candle flames on the altar flew into Jiang Sheng's palm. As he turned his right hand, those tiny flames brightened, becoming flecks of fire.
"Rise!"
At Jiang Sheng's soft command, the flecks of fire swelled instantly, transforming into dozens of fire sparrows that circled him and lit the temple's front hall brilliantly.
"A paltry trick! Break!" The lead wolf sneered, driving his iron-chain artifact forward to meet them first.
"Go!" Jiang Sheng pointed with two fingers, and the dozens of fire sparrows circling him immediately scattered, darting nimbly in different directions before exploding with thunderous booms.
In an instant, explosions roared one after another!
Smoke billowed and flames scattered everywhere. The exploding fire sparrows blasted away nearly half of Qingxuan Temple's front hall. Blue bricks and shattered tiles kept tumbling down, leaving the entire hall in ruins!
The lead wolf of the Eight Wolves of Dongjun withdrew his artifact with a dark expression. The exploding fire sparrows had disrupted his perception, thwarting his attack.
And the volley of poisoned needles meant to befoul a cultivator's body had been utterly destroyed in the explosions!
It was not just the lead wolf. None of the others had achieved anything either.
Staring at the front hall amid the billowing smoke and rising dust, the Eight Wolves of Dongjun wore grim expressions. Jiang Sheng's strength had clearly exceeded their expectations.
A few mere candle flames could unleash such power in his hands. This young man was extraordinary indeed!
Snowflakes continued to swirl across the sky.
Tian Ming'an stood frozen, his eyes wide as he watched the vicious iron chain before him—sinister as a venomous snake—suddenly fall as though its spine had been snapped.
Looking up again, Tian Ming'an discovered that Jiang Sheng was already standing in front of him, with that vicious iron chain pinned beneath his foot.
"D-Daoist..." Tian Ming'an was at a loss. In all his twelve years, he had never witnessed anything like this. He felt as though his heart would leap out of his throat.
Jiang Sheng smiled. "As long as you're unharmed. Really, I dragged you into this. I should have sent you down the mountain early today."
Tian Ming'an hurriedly said, "Daoist, I'm not afraid! I believe you can deal with those evil cultivators!"
"You certainly have faith in me, lad." Jiang Sheng smiled and loosely curled his right hand. A three-foot sword appeared in his palm.
"I have no wish to meddle in the affairs of the mortal world, yet blind fools insist on coming here to seek their deaths. You're fortunate, lad. Stand here. I'll be right back."
As he spoke, Jiang Sheng slashed down with his sword, severing the iron chain beneath his foot before leaping into the air.
"You visit so late at night and greet me with such enthusiasm. Clearly, I have been remiss in my hospitality!"
Jiang Sheng's voice reached the Eight Wolves of Dongjun with perfect clarity. They fixed their eyes on the azure figure flying toward them through the swirling snow.
A streak of azure light cleaved through the falling snow and reached them in an instant!
"Careful, brothers!"
The lead wolf shouted, his hands moving without the slightest delay as he raised his palm and unleashed a blood-red palm imprint.
The bloody palm collided with the azure sword qi. Yet that seemingly solid palm was shredded in an instant, and the azure sword qi continued forward without losing any momentum. Within a single breath, it was right before the lead wolf.
Its keen chill made the lead wolf's brow sting and every hair on his body stand 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 magical barriers appeared before the lead wolf.
The azure sword qi pierced six layers of magical barriers in succession before finally losing its edge. It barely broke through one more layer, then dissipated before the lead wolf.
By then, however, the lead wolf was drenched in sweat!
A single sword strike had forced all eight brothers into such a desperate predicament!
"You have some ability after all. To withstand that strike of mine, you must be more than ordinary evil cultivators."
Jiang Sheng's clear voice rang out again. The Eight Wolves of Dongjun looked over together and saw him standing on the roof ridge of the nearly half-demolished front hall.
Dressed in azure robes and wearing a jade crown, he held his left hand behind his back. In his right hand, a pitch-black sword patterned with azure lotuses pointed diagonally downward.
Snow swirled above him while flames soared below. Standing on the roof ridge amid that mingling of ice and fire, Jiang Sheng looked all the more extraordinary.
"You disturb my peace in the dead of night, open with vicious killing moves, and destroy my temple. I'm rather curious—just who might you be, daring to come to Qingping Mountain to trouble me?" Jiang Sheng's expression remained calm, and there was even a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Yet the calmer he appeared, the more wary the Eight Wolves of Dongjun became.
Jiang Sheng's first attack had already placed them under crushing pressure. He was nothing like those so-called prodigies, those sect cultivators who had achieved earthly foundation establishment and were said to be certain to reach the purple mansion realm, with even the golden core realm within their sights!
"We've long since forgotten our names, but the people of Qing Province call us eight brothers the Eight Wolves of Dongjun!"
The lead wolf's voice was dark. The blood-colored chain coiled around his right arm slithered like a venomous snake.
"The Eight Wolves of Dongjun? I've never heard of you. Though I suppose it doesn't matter. After tonight, the Eight Wolves of Dongjun will be struck from the rolls anyway."
As Jiang Sheng spoke, he rose into the air like an eagle. His sword trembled, and more than a dozen streams of azure sword qi whistled forth in the blink of an eye.
"Brothers, stop them!"
At the sight of those dozen-odd streams of sword qi crisscrossing like a net cast across heaven and earth, the lead wolf felt his scalp prickle!
He was already regretting it inwardly. Everyone knows there's a Daoist from Penglai on Qingping Mountain. Everyone knows he must possess considerable wealth. So why has he still been able to cultivate here in peace?
Thinking about it now, the lead wolf felt that greed had blinded him. This time, the eight wolves had encountered not a fierce tiger, but a true dragon crossing the river!
"Attack!" The other seven of the Eight Wolves of Dongjun also knew how dire the situation was. Each threw caution aside and unleashed his full strength.
The snow covering the courtyard before Qingxuan Temple rose into the air once more beneath the surging spiritual power. The Eight Wolves of Dongjun attacked together, sending all manner of spells against Jiang Sheng's Sword-Qi Net.
For a moment, an azure net woven from sword qi collided with fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades, golden spears, and other spells above Qingxuan Temple.
Explosions rang out incessantly. The dense barrage of spells intercepted the azure net like moths flying into a flame, finally eating away at it until it was completely gone.
By then, however, the Eight Wolves of Dongjun had already expended nearly half their spiritual power!
The eight exchanged glances, a hint of retreat appearing in every pair of eyes.
"Big brother, this one's far too tough. If we keep fighting like this, we'll be drained dry before his spiritual power runs out!"
Hearing his brothers' desire to retreat, the lead wolf's face twisted savagely. "I want to leave too, but can we? Don't forget, he's a sword cultivator."
"A graze from that sword qi wounds you, and a direct hit kills you. If he hunts us down, where can we run?"
"If we want to live, we have to stake our lives! This one's a hard bone to chew, but we'll have to gnaw through it no matter how hard it is! Once we kill him and take his cultivation methods and legacy, where in this vast world could we not go?!"
At their eldest brother's words, greed surged once more in the hearts of the other seven.
They were not truly fools. A wolf pack was always rational.
But in their current situation, there was no retreat. Jiang Sheng clearly had no intention of letting them go.
Since that was the case, they could only gamble with their lives and hope their pack could hunt down this mighty dragon crossing the river!
"Brothers, join forces!" The lead wolf roared. The bloody iron chain wrapped around his right arm kept slithering and circling, as though searching for something.
The other seven nodded, and the bloody iron chains around their arms began to tremble as well.
They were brothers to begin with, cultivated the same method, and had forged the same kind of artifact.
Thus, the eight could act as one. Not only did they have combined spells, but their artifacts could also unite!
The iron chains around their arms seemed to come fully alive. As they drained the Eight Wolves of Dongjun's magical power and vital blood, they swelled and lengthened. Soon, the eight chains touched and began to entwine and coil like a real nest of snakes.
In the end, the eight iron chains had twisted into a blood-colored venomous snake dozens of zhang long. The barbed hooks formed its scales, while the sharp spearheads became its venomous fangs.
The enormous bloody snake coiled and slithered around the Eight Wolves of Dongjun, sheltering them at its center as it flicked its forked tongue at Jiang Sheng.
By now, the bloody snake had drained most of the lead wolf's magical power and vital blood. His aura had clearly weakened, yet his face brimmed with satisfaction. "Daoist Jiang, very few people have ever seen this move of ours!"
"The last person to die beneath it was a true disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect at the late stage of foundation establishment!"
"This move of ours is enough to clash head-on with the purple mansion realm. However gifted you are, Daoist Jiang, can you really slay someone of that realm?!"
Looking at the enormous, hideous artifact snake and sensing its unmistakable early-stage purple mansion spiritual power fluctuations, Jiang Sheng smiled. "The purple mansion realm? Why couldn't I slay it?"
"Fire, come forth!"
Brothers! Lin Yuan signed a contract! Hahahaha, finally signed! So happy~
Today, I'll serve you all a feast—killing eight evil cultivators to liven things up!
(End of chapter)
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