Crushing the Decayed and Pulling Up the Rotten

Two at the Qi Condensation Seventh Layer and two at the Qi Condensation Eighth Layer—Chang Tianhua truly thought highly of Song Changsheng. But to Song Changsheng, this level was still not worth mentioning.

"Most of you Earth Fire Sect disciples are skilled in fire-element spells. Perfect. I happen to be decent at water-element spells, so today, I'll weigh the measure of your abilities!"

Song Changsheng roared, his hand seals shifting rapidly. Countless strands of Water Spiritual Energy gathered around him, and two lifelike water dragons materialized from thin air, radiating terrifying might.

This was the realm only attainable after cultivating the Water-Fire Control Technique to great mastery—Elemental Manifestation. Though these two water dragons were composed purely of Water Spiritual Energy, their combat strength could rival mid- to high-grade first-rank Demon Beasts.

"The kid's mouth is pretty tough." A Cultivator whose face was covered in fiery boils grinned viciously, waved his hand, and summoned a three-foot-long sword that shot toward Song Changsheng.

"Be careful," Song Changhu could not help warning him.

Song Changsheng's expression did not change. He said softly, "Stay farther from the battlefield. Protect yourselves."

With a wave of his hand, a Water Pillar surged out from his side and instantly swept the Flying Sword back.

"Go!" Both hands thrust out fiercely, and the water dragons coiled around Song Changsheng immediately pounced upon the two Qi Condensation Seventh Layer Cultivators.

Meanwhile, Song Changsheng alone faced the two Qi Condensation Eighth Layer Cultivators. He curled his palm into a claw, and Water Spheres condensed behind him one after another. With a slight movement of his mind, every Water Sphere instantly descended upon the two men.

"Join forces and block it!" The two Earth Fire Sect Disciples were startled and hurriedly joined forces to raise a Spiritual Power shield.

Yet just as the Water Spheres were about to strike the shield, Song Changsheng lightly clenched his hand. All the Water Spheres exploded at once, turning into countless tiny droplets.

The densely packed droplets crashed into the shield with a thunderous roar. Though they appeared fragile, they pierced the shield full of holes like a sieve in the blink of an eye.

The two Earth Fire Sect Disciples suffered miserably as well. Countless small holes were blasted into their bodies by the droplets, and they collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

On the other side, the two Qi Condensation Seventh Layer Earth Fire Sect Disciples were still locked in an inseparable battle with the two water dragons. With only a thought from Song Changsheng, the water dragons suddenly expanded at extreme speed, catching the two men off guard and wrapping them inside.

After a burst of spinning sky and whirling earth, their entire bodies suffered comminuted fractures. They fell to the ground, taking in more breaths than they let out.

After one battle, Song Changsheng had not even moved his feet, yet the four Earth Fire Sect Disciples were already finished.

This move shocked not only the Earth Fire Sect Disciples, but also the Song Clan Disciples nearby. Those were four late-phase Qi Condensation Stage Cultivators—yet they had been dealt with so easily?

"Trash!" Chang Tianhua cursed inwardly. He narrowed his eyes at Song Changsheng, murderous intent already rising from the bottom of his heart. A genius had to be strangled in the cradle!

One Song Xianming had suppressed all of Ling Province for decades. Now, they would never allow another such person to appear.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Chang Tianhua applauded as though no one else existed, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Wonderful, truly wonderful. As expected of the foremost among the Song Clan's younger generation—you do have some skill. Do you dare try against this Young Master?"

Chang Tianhua curled a finger at Song Changsheng mockingly, his provocation unmistakable.

"What are you supposed to be?" Song Changsheng did not take the bait. Though he did not fear Chang Tianhua, the other side had many people. He had to conserve his Spiritual Power and wait for reinforcements.

"Heh heh, scared already? Like father, like son indeed. That old bastard Song Xianming has hidden in his shell for over a decade without daring to show his face. As his grandson, you really are a turtle too."

Chang Tianhua continued wildly probing the edge of court death. He was determined to force Song Changsheng to attack first so that he could seize the chance to cripple him!

Song Changsheng's Sword Brows shot upright, and his eyes fixed dead on Chang Tianhua. In a hostile tone, he said, "Are you seeking death?"

"Changsheng, calm down. He has already cultivated to the Qi Condensation Ninth Layer, and he has many Magic Artifacts on him. You are not his opponent. He is deliberately provoking you."

Song Changxiu had arrived as well. Seeing Song Changsheng already on the verge of erupting, she still forced herself to stop him.

Song Changsheng ignored her words. Grim killing intent spread through his eyes as he looked at Chang Tianhua. Pointing at him, he said coldly, "As you wish. Roll forward and let me take your head."

"Ha, what a joke!" Chang Tianhua sneered. He suddenly snapped open the Folding Fan in his hand and waved it, sending a curtain of needles as fine as cow hairs toward Song Changsheng.

Under the dazzling sunlight, the needles gleamed with a dark blue sheen. They had clearly been coated in Potent Poison. The moment he attacked, he intended to kill Song Changsheng.

"Watch out for the Hidden Weapons!" Song Changxiu cried out in alarm.

But Song Changsheng moved faster than her warning. With a wave of his large hand, he summoned the Treasure Gourd. The Treasure Gourd spun rapidly, enlarged several dozen times before him, and knocked away every poisoned needle.

Whoosh!

At the same time, Chang Tianhua darted forward. At some point, the Folding Fan in his hand had been replaced by a long hook, which struck directly at Song Changsheng's head.

"Get back!"

Song Changsheng roared and drove the enlarged Treasure Gourd into the long hook. A burst of scorching air exploded forth, flattening a large swath of grass and trees around them.

Yet the two combatants were completely unaffected, controlling their Magic Artifacts as they collided again and again.

Although Song Changsheng's cultivation had previously been one layer lower, and he had consumed quite a bit of Spiritual Power earlier, his Spiritual Power had been refined, greatly reducing its consumption. He felt no pressure at all in this direct clash.

Instead, Chang Tianhua gradually fell into a disadvantage. Anger flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned another Treasure Pearl and a Glazed Mirror.

The three Magic Artifacts crashed forward together, immediately suppressing the Treasure Gourd and forcing it back. Just as Song Changxiu and the others broke into a cold sweat for Song Changsheng, his expression remained calm.

He suddenly said to Chang Tianhua, "I am a fairly capable Artifact Forger, but do you know why I only use one Magic Artifact?"

Chang Tianhua asked instinctively, "Why?"

"Go ponder it properly on the Yellow Springs Road." Song Changsheng's hand seals shifted rapidly, and the Treasure Gourd immediately spat out a thick Water Dragon.

The Water Dragon instantly crushed Chang Tianhua's three Magic Artifacts. Chang Tianhua was stunned by this sudden change, and in an instant, he was tightly entangled by the Water Dragon.

"Young Master!" The Earth Fire Sect Disciples were horrified and immediately wanted to rush forward.

"Take one more step, and you die!" Song Changsheng controlled the Water Dragon as it opened its Bloody Maw. At a single command from him, Chang Tianhua would immediately become a headless corpse.

The Earth Fire Sect members immediately halted, terrified that something might happen to Chang Tianhua.

Song Changxiu and the others were all dumbfounded. No one had expected Song Changsheng to capture the Earth Fire Sect's Young Master alive so effortlessly.

Just as the Earth Fire Sect members were afraid to act for fear of damaging the hostage, an aged voice sounded from nearby. "Little friend, release my sect's Young Master. This old man will make the decision and let you leave."

Song Changsheng looked into the distance. At some point, an Old Man in black robes had appeared there.

"A Foundation Establishment Cultivator." Song Changsheng's expression tightened, and he immediately seized Chang Tianhua's neck at the fastest speed.

Though Chang Tianhua had become a prisoner, he now wore a fearless smile and said provocatively, "You're dead this time."

Slap!

Song Changsheng did not indulge him. Backhandedly, he gave him a resounding slap across the face.

That slap stunned not only Chang Tianhua, but even the Song Clan and Earth Fire Sect Disciples.

"Doesn't he fear death, daring to do this at a time like this?"

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