One Against Three, Killing Two in Succession

Ji Haoyuan's gaze immediately fell upon Han Pengshan among the three before him, the corner of his mouth curling into a faintly mocking arc.

"Who did I think it was? So it was you, my defeated underling.

"What? Was the lesson I taught you last time not memorable enough? You still dare show your face before me—do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

As his words fell, the mockery at Ji Haoyuan's lips became ever more pronounced.

Han Pengshan was instantly enraged, his eyes turning cold and sinister.

"Ji Haoyuan, don't think that because you won by luck last time, you'll be able to do the same today.

"Brother Zhu, Brother Wei, attack together!"

As his words fell, the six Dark Light Blades that had once appeared before Ji Haoyuan appeared beneath Han Pengshan's feet once more.

Only, compared to before, those six Dark Light Blades now seemed even sharper.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Six piercing whistles suddenly rang through the air.

The six Dark Light Blades attacked Ji Haoyuan from six different directions at once.

At the same time, the Black-robed Man called Brother Zhu by Han Pengshan and the blue-robed man called Brother Wei exchanged a glance and immediately stopped holding back.

The two attacked together as well.

A dark-gold sickle appeared before the Black-robed Man.

As its blade trembled, countless dark-gold phantoms of the sickle appeared out of thin air before Ji Haoyuan.

They even seemed to possess the effect of obscuring and hindering his Spiritual Sense.

As for the blue-robed man, he directly took out a long flute.

He raised it to his lips and blew softly.

"Woooo..."

In an instant, a sound that seemed capable of piercing one's eardrums charged straight at Ji Haoyuan.

Ji Haoyuan felt waves of oppression surge through his chest, as though he were about to vomit.

But soon, the mana of the Profound Fire Thick Earth Art surged throughout his body.

All his discomfort vanished in an instant.

At the same time.

Ji Haoyuan sacrificed the Spirit Artifact Round Shield.

A rapid series of crisp clangs rang out.

Han Pengshan's six Dark Light Blades struck the Round Shield, raising only faint ripples and failing to break through its defenses.

"Ji Haoyuan, you..."

Seeing his former spirit artifact being used by Ji Haoyuan to block his own attack, Han Pengshan's eyes widened, fury blazing in his chest.

Yet before that fury could last long, his pupils suddenly contracted.

After using the Round Shield to block his attack, Ji Haoyuan had transformed directly into a streak of flowing fire.

Screech—

A long scorched trail was torn straight through the sky.

Han Pengshan and the Black-robed Man's expressions changed drastically.

The two hurriedly cried out.

"Brother Wei, watch out!"

Boom!

Before the blue-robed man could react.

A terrifying Spear light blazing with fierce flames, as though it could collapse mountains, had already arrived right before him!

"How could this be...?"

The blue-robed man was clearly shocked as well.

The sound produced by the Bewildering Flute in his hand could seal a cultivator's Spiritual Sense and numb their seven apertures.

Why did that Ji Haoyuan seem barely affected at all?

What kind of monster was he?

But at this moment, the blue-robed man clearly had no time to think further.

He hurriedly slapped the Storage Pouch at his waist.

Buzz!

In an instant, a Talisman shining with silver light appeared before him.

It instantly formed a silver-glowing protective barrier around him.

Boom!

A deafening blast rang out.

The barrier formed from the Silver Talisman instantly filled with countless cracks.

The blue-robed man was immediately horrified.

Just as he was about to make his next move, the might and flames upon the Spear light that had struck the silver barrier suddenly surged.

Crash—

The silver barrier shattered abruptly.

The blue-robed man had no time to react before his body was forcibly pierced through by that blazing Spear light.

"This... how is this possible?"

The blue-robed man stared blankly at the gaping hole through his body, pierced clean through from front to back, while scorched marks continued spreading over it.

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with charred fragments of internal organs.

He tried to turn his head.

But he ultimately failed to complete the motion. His aura vanished in an instant, and he fell straight down.

"Brother Wei!"

Han Pengshan and the Black-robed Man were utterly shocked.

Clearly, neither of them had expected the blue-robed man to be slain by Ji Haoyuan so quickly.

After all, his cultivation was at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

Though he did not excel at facing opponents head-on in spell battles.

The life-preserving methods on his person were not to be underestimated.

Yet such a person had fallen not long after their battle began.

At this moment, both Han Pengshan and the Black-robed Man instinctively felt that something was terribly wrong.

Especially the Black-robed Man.

He felt as though Han Pengshan had dragged him into a massive pit.

But before he could think any further.

Streams of sword qi carrying a chilling intent suddenly appeared around him and Han Pengshan.

It was the Tier 2 spell, Supreme Yuan Sword Finger.

Only, the Supreme Yuan Sword Finger at this moment was already vastly different from the one Ji Haoyuan had used at the beginning.

As streams of sword qi gathered, they faintly formed the rudiments of a sword formation.

Making both Han Pengshan and the Black-robed Man feel as if thorns were pressing against their backs.

An immense sense of danger welled up in their hearts.

"Han Pengshan, is this the man you said the three of us could easily kill together?"

The Black-robed Man could not help turning to Han Pengshan and roaring furiously.

At this point, regret filled his heart beyond measure.

Had he known it would turn out like this, he never should have agreed to Han Pengshan's proposal.

Unfortunately, it was already too late to say anything now.

The three of them had blocked the other party's path. This had already become a life-and-death vendetta.

Their opponent would never naively let them go.

And that was indeed the case.

No matter what promises they made or what concessions they offered, he would not allow such potential enemies to remain alive.

There had never been much mercy in the Cultivation World.

Those soft-hearted or weak-willed had long since been eliminated halfway down the road.

Screech! Screech! Screech!

The sword formation in the air grew increasingly dense and terrifying.

Every stream of sword qi it shot forth seemed to carry the full-force strike of a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator, making it harder and harder for Han Pengshan and the Black-robed Man to withstand.

Finally.

After a little more time had passed, the six Dark Light Blades before Han Pengshan were all sent flying away.

The next moment, before he could make another move, seven or eight streams of sword qi in the air suddenly converged into one.

With a swish.

Before Han Pengshan's utterly disbelieving eyes, it pierced directly through his glabella and flew out from the back of his head.

"Urgh..."

Watching Han Pengshan's corpse fall from the sky, the remaining Black-robed Man no longer dared linger.

Gritting his teeth, he took out a blood-colored Talisman and prepared to activate it.

But at that moment, the sword qi surrounding him suddenly began to hum in unison.

Then came a rumble.

All the sword qi exploded simultaneously in that instant!