War God

Within the Golden Bell Shield, Yun Long stood tall and elegant, his gaze sharp as he swept over the two sources of fluctuating energy.

"To be honest, you've disappointed me."

"Too weak."

"How did you even cultivate to the Mid Qi Refining Stage?"

Yun Long's voice was clear and resonant, not just directed at the two within the Golden Bell Shield, but also piercing the night sky and carrying far to Lu Xingyun, who was fleeing in disarray.

Inside the Golden Bell, two figures were revealed, a man and a woman.

The man was named Li Yuan, and the woman was called Li Jiao; both were Mid Qi Refining stage cultivators sent by the Li Family.

At this moment, their faces were pale, their eyes filled with terror.

The immense power Yun Long had used to send Lu Xingyun, a sixth-layer Qi Refining cultivator, flying with a single punch weighed heavily on their hearts, making it difficult even to breathe.

One could tell the difference as soon as they fought.

Li Yuan knew very clearly that Yun Long's Qi Refining was far more profound than he had estimated, at least Mid-Grade Qi Refining of six inches or more, otherwise, he wouldn't possess such terrifying power.

The golden Arhat phantom gave him a sense of suffocating powerlessness.

"Family Head Yun! A misunderstanding! This is absolutely a huge misunderstanding!"

Li Yuan suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted loudly.

"We have other important matters to discuss with Family Head Yun, we mean no harm!"

As he spoke, the thirty strands of Nether Lake Yin Cold Qi within his body circulated rapidly, condensing onto his right fist, and a layer of bone-chilling white frost appeared on his arm.

An extremely cold aura permeated the air.

"Netherworld Fist!"

Li Yuan roared, using all his strength, and slammed his fist fiercely against the Golden Bell barrier in front of him.

"Clang—!"

A deafening bell chime suddenly rang out, like an ancient temple's morning bell struck by a giant hammer.

Violent sound waves swept outwards, making Li Yuan and Li Jiao's eardrums buzz and their Blood Essence churn.

However, the Golden Bell Shield merely trembled slightly, its dark golden light flowing and dissipating Li Yuan's full-power strike into nothingness.

The defense of the Golden Bell was far beyond their imagination; this strike was utterly futile.

But, along with this shattering bell chime.

Inside the ancestral hall, Yun Ji, who had been kneeling before the ancestral tablets like a stone statue, unmoving.

A world-shattering roar seemed to echo in his mind.

His eyes, which had been closed for a long time, suddenly snapped open.

Yun Long's attention remained fixed on Li Yuan and Li Jiao within the Golden Bell Shield.

He hadn't noticed his father's awakening.

"You are too weak."

Yun Long's voice was cold, devoid of emotion, as if stating the simplest fact.

"You are not qualified to cooperate with my Yun Family."

Upon hearing this, a trace of humiliated redness appeared on Li Yuan and Li Jiao's pale faces.

They were Mid Qi Refining cultivators meticulously trained by the Li Family, considered outstanding in Wanfang Lake.

When had they ever been so looked down upon?

"Yun Long! Don't be so arrogant!"

Li Jiao shrieked, her voice slightly distorted by fear.

She exchanged a look with Li Yuan, seeing a desperate madness in each other's eyes.

Things had reached this point; they could only fight to the death.

"Let's fight him!"

Li Yuan roared, unleashing the thirty strands of one-inch Low-Grade Nether Lake Yin Cold Qi within his body without reservation.

A bone-chilling cold instantly permeated the air, as if fine ice crystals were forming.

The two rapidly formed hand seals, chanting incantations.

"Ghostly Soul Bone Erosion!"

With a piercing roar, two streams of dense black energy surged from their bodies, intertwining in mid-air to form several ferocious-looking Yin souls.

These Yin souls let out silent roars, clawing and lunging at Yun Long. Wherever they passed, even the dark golden light flowing on the Golden Bell Shield's barrier seemed to dim for a moment.

However, Yun Long merely snorted coldly.

The Arhat phantom behind him suddenly opened its furious eyes.

"A speck of dust dares to shine?"

Yun Long's golden light surged around him once more, making him appear like a golden war god walking the earth, majestic and domineering, impervious to all arts.

The ghostly souls, formed from low-grade Nether Lake Yin Cold Qi, let out piercing screams the moment they touched Yun Long's protective golden light, melting away like snow under the scorching sun, leaving not a trace behind.

"Is this all you've got?"

Yun Long's voice held a hint of disappointment.

Before his words even faded, he moved.

The space within the Golden Bell Shield was already limited.

Yun Long took a step forward, his figure darting towards Li Yuan like a phantom.

The Arhat projection, several zhang tall, moved with him, its might overwhelming.

"Not good!"

Li Yuan's soul nearly leaped out of his body. He felt an irresistible, immense force pressing down on him, making it impossible to even breathe.

He wanted to retreat, but his body felt as if it were bound by invisible shackles, unable to move.

Yun Long's expression was blank. He clenched his right fist, a simple, direct move, and threw a punch.

Great Arhat Fist!

The first punch!

Before the fist even landed, the fierce, unrivaled fist wind was already pressing down on Li Yuan's chest, making his bones creak.

"Bang!"

The golden fist landed squarely on Li Yuan's crossed arms, which he had hastily raised to protect his chest.

The sound of bones cracking was clear and distinct.

Li Yuan screamed, his arms falling limply to his sides as blood gushed from his mouth.

The second punch!

Yun Long's movements didn't pause in the slightest. The second punch followed immediately, aimed directly at Li Yuan's chest.

"No! Spare—"

Li Yuan's plea was cut short.

"Crack!"

The sound of his chest bone collapsing sent shivers down one's spine.

Li Yuan's body arched backward violently, as if struck head-on by a battering ram. His eyes bulged, filled with disbelief and terror.

The third punch!

Yun Long's gaze remained unfettered. The third punch landed cleanly and decisively on Li Yuan's heart.

"Pfft!"

Li Yuan collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, his life extinguished instantly. Extreme terror and unwillingness were still etched on his face.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Li Jiao, standing nearby, hadn't even had time to react before her companion, Li Yuan, the pride of the younger generation of the Li family, became a cold corpse.

Extreme fear, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed Li Jiao.

Her whole body trembled, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"No... don't kill me... Our Li family..."

Her voice was filled with pleading and despair.

Yun Long slowly turned around, his golden eyes gazing at her coldly.

Three punches.

Still three punches.

Extremely fast, and extremely ruthless.

Li Jiao's wails and pleas turned into shrill screams the moment the first punch landed.

With the second punch, the screams weakened.

With the third punch, the world fell silent.

Yun Long slowly retracted his fist and stood tall.

Ever since he broke through to the Mid Qi Refining Stage and condensed more than nine strands of Vajra Primordial Qi within his body, the true power of the Great Arhat Fist had been unleashed.

Seven inches of high-grade Vajra Primordial Qi held an almost crushing, absolute suppressive power and destructive force against these cultivators who had only managed to cultivate one inch of low-grade Qi Refining.

The Golden Bell Shield slowly dissipated.

A faint scent of blood permeated the ancestral hall courtyard.

In the distance, Lu Xingyun, who was fleeing in a sorry state, subconsciously glanced back as if sensing something.

What he saw was the terrifying scene of Yun Long casually killing Li Yuan in three punches, as if swatting a fly.

At that moment, Lu Xingyun felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head, scaring him half to death.

When did Qi Refining Stage cultivators become so fragile?!

He didn't dare to linger any longer, not even daring to look back again. He pushed the Wood Release Technique to its limit, his figure becoming a blurred green shadow as he fled for his life, disappearing into the deep night.