Don't Shout Randomly

"Heh, fellow Daoist?"

The Five Elders of Huayang had no idea what Wang Li was talking about.

However, it was at this very moment that Qi Jianzhu was startled.

A palpably unsettling surge of spiritual energy was already vibrating in front of his chest.

His reaction was incredibly swift. The instant he sensed the spiritual energy fluctuation, a shield of fiery True Fire, several feet square, instantly formed in front of his chest.

Puff!

However, the spiritual energy fluctuation from the front merely made a soft sound before vanishing without a trace.

Simultaneously, five streaks of blackish-green light appeared behind him. These five streaks of light coalesced into a ghostly claw shape, silently landing on his back.

The expression of disbelief and extreme terror had barely appeared on Qi Jianzhu's face before his complexion instantly turned ashen, and a fine layer of frost began to form.

Clack.

The remaining four of the Five Elders of Huayang had just felt their hearts pound and their spiritual energy surge when their Senior Disciple Brother collapsed forward onto the ground, his body convulsing as if he were about to freeze to death.

"You…!"

Shen Yu's expression changed drastically. As he let out a sharp cry, four perfectly round fireballs appeared around his body, and a hazy yellow smoke surged before his eyes.

A golden-black light that was charging straight forward shot through the four fireballs and slammed hard into his abdomen.

His sharp cry cut off abruptly, and his entire body was sent flying off the ground by the power contained within the golden-black light.

Li Xin, Shen Suzhen, and Yang Mei, the remaining three of the Five Elders of Huayang, were instantly terrified. As their figures retreated simultaneously, several streams of firelight formed into several fire pythons, instantly entangling Wang Li's figure.

Boom!

These fire pythons exploded violently, and raging flames engulfed an area of several dozen feet.

But Wang Li, within the flames, was nowhere to be seen.

Li Xin's breathing completely stopped. Just then, he felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy on his left side. He swept his spiritual sense over and discovered a transparent ripple spreading in mid-air. Wang Li's figure appeared at the center of this transparent ripple.

"You!"

His left hand moved rapidly. The four circular fire escapes that were already rotating around him flew to the side facing Wang Li. At the same time, he swung his right hand repeatedly towards the transparent ripple.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lightning exploded from his palm. With each explosion of lightning, a highly condensed purple flame accurately shot towards Wang Li's figure within the transparent ripple.

This was the Huayang Sect's Divine Thunder Purple Fire, a Thunder Fire Technique, which was even more astonishingly fast than ordinary fire techniques in combat.

Wang Li, who had emerged from the transparent ripple, seemed to have no time to react at all before being struck by these three purple flames.

However, what made Li Xin's pupils contract sharply was that the three purple flames seemed to strike nothing tangible, as if they had passed through an illusory image!

The transparent ripple dissipated into wisps of faint water vapor and vanished.

This was yet another bizarre shapeshifting technique!

Crack!

Almost simultaneously, on another side of his body, what had seemed to be merely a gentle breeze stirred by his fire shields suddenly became solid. As it brushed against his face, it suddenly emitted a faint blue light, smashing into his forehead like a large blue hammer.

Li Xin's vision went black, and he was sent flying.

"Ah!"

Shen Suzhen and Yang Mei, the two female cultivators, screamed in terror. Their hands moved frantically, and dozens of bright red flames roamed wildly around them, like red vines growing in the void.

At this moment, a cloud of white ice mist fell upon Shen Yu, who had already fallen to the ground. Shen Yu, who was already clutching his abdomen and unable to move, was now seemingly frozen stiff by the white ice mist.

Li Xin fell to the ground. He swayed, about to stand up, but it was at this moment that Wang Li's figure appeared beside him.

Crack!

Wang Li, without any hesitation, struck his left neck with a punch.

This Huayang Sect cultivator, whose vision was filled with stars and who hadn't even regained his footing, obediently lay on the ground, unconscious.

After knocking Li Xin down with a single punch, Wang Li smiled at the two female cultivators not far away.

"You're shameless! You ambushed us!" Only now did these two female cultivators finally confirm that this was indeed Wang Li's true body.

"Heh heh!"

Wang Li's figure moved, splitting into three again. The three figures darted about rapidly like fleeting shadows.

These two female cultivators released their spiritual senses, and just as they vaguely identified which figure was Wang Li's true body, dozens of talismans floated around them.

"They're usually so arrogant, but when it comes to actual combat, they wouldn't even know how they died." He Lingxiu sat quietly on an old willow tree on the opposite riverbank, watching the scene unfold with a face full of disdain.

She truly didn't need to look to know the fate of the remaining two fellow senior sisters.

Among Uncle-Master Qingyang's five true disciples, Qi Jianzhu was at the Eighth Level of Qi Refining, Shen Yu was at the Seventh Level of Qi Refining, and Li Xin was about to advance to the Seventh Level of Qi Refining. As for these two fellow senior sisters, Shen Suzhen was also at the Seventh Level of Qi Refining, while only Yang Mei was in the middle stages of the Sixth Level of Qi Refining.

These people had aggressively sought trouble with Wang Li, yet they didn't even have the power to fight back.

If they weren't fellow disciples who grew up together, it would be one thing. But these five shared the same Master, and yet they lacked even basic coordination among themselves. They acted entirely on their own. Not only were they defeated one by one, but when Qi Jianzhu and Shen Yu were hit by spells at the beginning, the others were instinctively fearful. Instead of rushing to their aid, they instinctively retreated on their own.

In her eyes, these five fellow disciples were now utterly worthless.

But in contrast, Wang Li's combat techniques were as if tempered through a thousand trials, and his thoughts were extremely clear. The moment he attacked, he directly defeated Qi Jianzhu, who had the highest cultivation among them. He then followed up with consecutive concealment spells and talismans, leaving these opponents no room to counterattack.

Now, facing the final two cultivators, he unsparingly unleashed so many talismans, intending to end the battle swiftly and decisively, giving these two no chance to recover.

The cultivators of the various Immortal Sects in Lesser Jade Continent all have their strengths, and the Five Elders of Huayang's cultivation was above Wang Li's. While it couldn't be said they were completely without combat power, they were caught completely off guard. This state of being unprepared was maintained by Wang Li until the end of the combat.

Fortunately, she usually didn't have any good feelings towards Qi Jianzhu and the others, otherwise, she would have felt stifled just watching.

Boom boom boom boom!

In the flash of her thoughts, dozens of talismans were simultaneously activated, their various powers exploding chaotically. The firelight around Shen Suzhen and Yang Mei, two female cultivators of the Huayang Sect, immediately shattered. These two female cultivators were only filled with terror. As their True Essence churned chaotically within them, they had no idea what they could do.

Two extremely icy powers, however, surged into their bodies at this moment, instantly freezing their Seas of Qi.

The dust settled.

When the spiritual energy fluctuations completely dissipated, Wang Li stood quietly, appearing quite relaxed.

The Five Elders of Huayang were either lying down, fallen, or unconscious, none able to stand.

Wang Li looked at Qi Jianzhu.

Qi Jianzhu was only just managing to struggle to sit up.

This leader of the Five Elders of Huayang, at the Eighth Level of Qi Refining, was trembling uncontrollably. He met Wang Li's gaze, feeling both humiliated, disbelieving, and somewhat fearful. His face cracked audibly as frost continually broke away.

"Wang..." he managed to speak with difficulty.

But he had only uttered one trembling word when Wang Li immediately interrupted him, "Don't shout nonsense. If you're going to address me, call me Fellow Daoist Wang Bihui!"