Blood Spirit Sect

Beneath the stone wall, a Fourth Grade Golden Spirit Grass swayed gently.

Its leaves were emerald green, while a faint golden rim edged them.

Sunlight spilled across it, refracting into flecks of golden radiance.

Spiritual Energy faintly gathered into mist around its roots. Up close, one could smell a clear yet weighty fragrance.

This was Golden Spirit Grass that had grown for over a thousand years!

The effects of this Golden Spirit Grass were truly peculiar. Unlike ordinary spirit grasses, which enhanced Spiritual Energy, it could directly temper a cultivator's physique.

According to legend, if one could refine the entire plant using a secret method, the cultivator's physical strength could rival a Profound Grade spiritual artifact!

By then, ordinary swords and sabers would struggle to injure him. Even the Spiritual Energy impact of a Primordial Core Realm cultivator could be forcibly endured to some extent.

Among Fourth Grade Spirit Grass, such effects were genuinely extraordinary!

Bai Ye's gaze fell upon the Golden Spirit Grass. Before he could reach out, two figures had already swept over, following close behind like shadows.

On the left stood a middle-aged man in red. A scar stretched across his face from his brow bone to his jaw, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

On the right was a short, thin youth clutching a dagger that glimmered with green light. A faint, poisonous stench wafted from it. Clearly, he was no good-natured man either.

"Scram."

The middle-aged man in red glanced at the swaying Golden Spirit Grass, and his eyes immediately lit up.

Then he continued, his voice cold as if tempered in ice. "I'll give you three breaths to leave. This Golden Spirit Grass is mine."

Before his voice had even faded,

a vast Spiritual Energy pressure exploded from him, sweeping out like raging waves!

The air instantly congealed, and even the moss on the stone wall curled beneath the weight of that pressure!

He was unmistakably a powerhouse at the Seventh level of Primordial Core!

Seeing this, the short, thin youth's face paled, and the hand clutching his dagger trembled violently.

He was only at the First level of Primordial Core. Before someone at the Seventh level of Primordial Core, he did not even have the qualifications to resist.

Almost the moment the middle-aged man in red finished speaking, he turned around without hesitation, drove his Spiritual Energy to its limit, and swiftly plunged into the dense forest. In the blink of an eye, he vanished without daring to look back.

Bai Ye, however, remained where he was. He calmly watched the middle-aged man in red, as if he had not felt that terrifying pressure at all.

"Looking for death!"

When the middle-aged man in red saw this, killing intent surged in his eyes.

He had thought that the youth in the blue-gray robe would be as sensible as that gray-robed cultivator. He had never expected him to be such a hard bone.

In the next instant, he abruptly raised his right arm, curled his five fingers into a fist, and struck down at Bai Ye from across the air!

Violent Spiritual Energy gathered in his palm, condensing in the blink of an eye into a blood-colored giant palm over three meters across!

Wisps of blood mist coiled around the giant palm's edges, carrying a chilling aura. It seemed capable of devouring the Spiritual Energy around it as it pressed down upon Bai Ye!

Wherever it passed, the rubble on the ground was shaken into the air. Its momentum was terrifying!

This palm seemed casual, but it was actually his Profound Grade High palm technique, Blood Shadow Palm, which he had cultivated for years and already practiced to perfection. An ordinary Fifth level of Primordial Core cultivator would have their meridians shattered and die on the spot if they took this palm head-on!

Bai Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not retreat even half a step.

He drew a deep breath. The muscles of his right arm bulged faintly, and he threw out a punch as well!

There was no fancy technique, only a pure eruption of Spiritual Energy!

A fist imprint as crimson as magma suddenly appeared, faint golden flames burning across it!

This was the phenomenon produced when Spiritual Energy resonated with the Heavenly Law after Sky Burning Fist reached Peak Mastery!

The moment the fist imprint appeared, the surrounding air sizzled as it burned. Carrying an unstoppable momentum, it slammed directly into the blood-colored giant palm!

Crack—!

With a crisp sound, the blood-colored giant palm shattered inch by inch like glass. The blood mist was instantly ignited by the golden flames on the fist imprint, transforming into sparks that filled the sky.

Yet the crimson fist imprint's momentum did not diminish. With a roar that tore through the air, it surged toward the middle-aged man in red!

"What?!" The middle-aged man in red's pupils contracted, and shock appeared on his face for the first time.

He had perfected this Blood Shadow Palm many years ago. Even a cultivator at the Sixth level of Primordial Core would need to bring out a magical artifact to barely withstand it. This youth clearly had the Spiritual Energy fluctuations of the Mid Primordial Core—how could he have broken his palm technique with a single punch?

Could it be that he had cultivated a high-grade Earth Grade fist technique and already perfected it?

Amid his shock and doubt, Bai Ye's figure had already swept before him like a ghost!

He drove Wind Chasing Shadow Stepping to its limit. His figure left behind an afterimage where he stood, while his true body had already appeared roughly three meters before the middle-aged man in red.

Before the other man could react, a second crimson fist imprint condensed once more. It was even denser and more violent than the previous punch, and it aimed straight for the middle-aged man in red's chest!

"Damn it!" Alarm bells rang in the middle-aged man in red's mind, and the chill of death instantly enveloped his entire body.

He had no time to think. He abruptly pulled a blood-colored jade tablet from his robes and frantically poured Spiritual Energy into it!

The jade tablet was a life-saving magical artifact specially crafted by the Blood Spirit Sect. It had to be nourished with essence blood in ordinary times. When crushed in a crisis, it could condense a blood-colored shield with defenses comparable to those of the Eighth level of Primordial Core.

The jade tablet shattered with a sharp sound, transforming into a translucent blood-colored shield that thoroughly protected the middle-aged man in red.

Strange runes flowed across the shield, and faint blood light flickered within it. It looked fairly sturdy.

But in the next second,

boom—!

The crimson fist imprint slammed solidly into the blood-colored shield!

A thunderous roar erupted. Spiritual Energy shockwaves spread in all directions, and even the stone wall trembled as dust fell in a rustling shower!

The blood-colored shield shook violently. Dense cracks instantly appeared across its surface, spreading like a spiderweb!

Crack!

Yet after barely a breath, the shield could no longer hold and shattered with a boom!

Pfft—!

Without the shield to absorb the impact, the fist imprint's remaining power struck the middle-aged man in red directly in the chest.

As if struck by a heavy hammer, he violently spat out a large mouthful of blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a severed string, smashing through three ancient trees as thick as a man's embrace before finally stopping. At the broken trunks, blood mixed with splinters and sprayed everywhere!

The middle-aged man in red lay sprawled on the ground, a large section of his chest caved in. His aura was faint, and the arrogance in his gaze as he looked at Bai Ye had long vanished, leaving only terror that penetrated to the marrow!

"No... you can't kill me!" He struggled to raise his head, his voice hoarse. "I'm an elder of the Blood Spirit Sect! If you kill me, the Blood Spirit Sect will never let you off!"

The Blood Spirit Sect was one of the Azure State's Ten Great Forces. It acted ruthlessly and was notoriously protective of its own.

It was said that whenever a sect disciple was killed outside, the sect would retaliate with all its might regardless of who the opponent was—even if doing so meant destroying an entire sect.

Bai Ye's gaze remained indifferent, as though he had not heard the man.

He stepped forward, his figure as swift as the wind, and arrived before the middle-aged man in red in an instant.

"The Blood Spirit Sect... is it really that impressive?"

As his icy voice fell, a third punch crashed down!

This punch had no embellishment whatsoever. It struck directly into the middle-aged man in red's skull.

Splat—!

Red and white splattered across the ground. The middle-aged man in red did not even manage to scream before he completely fell silent.

Seventh level of Primordial Core, elder of the Blood Spirit Sect—dead in three punches.

Moreover, Bai Ye had not used his full strength at all. From beginning to end, he had only employed the cultivation of the Sixth level of Primordial Core.

If this battle record spread, it would be enough to shake every cultivator in the entire Azure State!

At the instant the middle-aged man in red's aura was extinguished, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.

A nearly invisible strand of blood-colored thread suddenly drifted from his corpse.

The thread was as fine as a strand of hair and glimmered with an eerie red light. As if it were alive, it swiftly wrapped around Bai Ye's wrist, then sank into his skin and vanished without a trace.

Bai Ye's brows drew together slightly. He raised his hand and looked at his wrist. It was as smooth as before, yet he could clearly sense a faint, elusive connection—as though the thread had not disappeared at all, but had merely hidden itself within his flesh and blood!