Sect Siege

Night fell, the moonlight like frost.

Yan Kui emerged from the mountain cave, his body shimmering in the moonlight—the Ice-Fire Texture interwoven with metallic luster, like an ice and fire demon god. The aura of cultivators could be felt from afar, spiritual energy converging in an orderly fashion; a stronger encirclement team was rapidly approaching.

He took a deep breath, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"The escapees reported back, they're really fast."

Yan Kui's eyes were cold and dangerous.

He began to move through the mountain forest, his footsteps silent, his body a blur of afterimages. The Void Wind Control skill allowed him to move at extreme speeds. Trees and bushes zipped past him. Yan Kui left a clear trail in the forest—a trail deliberately left to lure the enemy into favorable terrain.

No longer the prey, but the hunter.

He found a narrow valley, with steep cliffs on both sides and only a single, narrow passage. This terrain was not advantageous for airborne cultivators; the ground was narrow, making large-scale magical bombardment impossible. This was the battlefield Yan Kui had chosen.

Orderly shouts echoed from the distance; a total of twelve cultivators were approaching.

The Qingyun Sect's encirclement team had arrived.

The leader was a tall, middle-aged cultivator, his aura deep and powerful—a cultivator at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Behind him followed another cultivator with a similar aura, also at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and ten disciples at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. This was a powerful team, capable of crushing most early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"According to the arrest warrant, the fugitive should be in this area," the leader said coldly. "The Sect Master issued a death order; we absolutely cannot let him escape this time."

The cultivators' faces were grim. The three enforcement team members who had escaped earlier had reported what they saw in the valley. It had been a one-sided slaughter. Five early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators had been killed in less than ten seconds. One cultivator had used raw physical strength to crush their defenses.

Now, a stronger force had arrived.

"Split into two teams. The first team of five will explore the ground, the second team of seven will scout from the air. Maintain vigilance."

The cultivators dispersed. Five early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators remained on the ground, while seven cultivators (5 early-stage Foundation Establishment + 2 middle-stage Foundation Establishment) activated their magical artifacts and took to the sky. Flying Swords and flying shuttles glinted in the moonlight as the cultivators formed a circle in the air, attempting to suppress Yan Kui from above.

They didn't know that Yan Kui was already waiting for them.

As the first team of five cultivators entered the narrow valley, a figure suddenly appeared.

Yan Kui's body burst from the darkness, his movements too fast to track. His speed had surpassed the reaction capabilities of early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators—the perfect combination of Void Wind Control and Spirit Snake Absolute Shadow left five afterimages in the air.

The seven cultivators in the air saw Yan Kui's figure and immediately began to cast spells.

"Fireball Technique!"

"Ice Cone Technique!"

"Heavenly Gang Slash!"

Dozens of spells rained down from the sky, attempting to lock onto Yan Kui's position. But Yan Kui had already leaped.

Using the power of Void Wind Control, he stepped on a protruding rock on the valley wall for leverage, his body ascending rapidly in the air. Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters—Yan Kui's body was as light as a feather, yet the force of his steps could crack the rocks.

The two sword-wielding cultivators in the air sensed danger. They immediately tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Yan Kui was faster than them in the air. His body shot out from the five afterimages, directly grabbing the ankle of the first cultivator. The cultivator let out a terrified scream, but before the scream could finish, it was cut short by Yan Kui's fist.

One punch exploded the cultivator's head.

Blood and brain matter splattered in the moonlight, like a rain of blood. Yan Kui didn't stop. He used the corpse's torso for leverage, his body launching forward again, pouncing on the second sword-wielding cultivator. The latter attempted to strike Yan Kui with his Flying Sword, but the power of the Black Iron Demonic Bone had already awakened within Yan Kui's bones.

He caught the Flying Sword with his bare hands.

"Impossible!" the cultivator let out a desperate scream.

Yan Kui's bones were as hard as high-grade magical artifacts; the Flying Sword could not penetrate his grip. Yan Kui twisted it backward, and the sharp Flying Sword shattered. Then, a punch pierced the cultivator's Dantian. His body plummeted from the sky, leaving a long trail of blood in the moonlight.

The three cultivators on the ground witnessed this scene, and terror instantly consumed their faces. The Extreme Path Domain was unleashed at this moment.

Centered on Yan Kui's body, a three-meter radius domain instantly formed. Ice and fire burned and spread within this domain, the temperature switching wildly between extreme cold and extreme heat. Before the three cultivators on the ground could escape, they were trapped within the domain.

Their skin instantly turned black and cracked with frost, alternating, and they let out piercing screams.

Yan Kui's body moved like a fish in water within the Extreme Path Domain, reaching incredible speeds. His fists, palms, and claws, imbued with various special effects, moved among the cultivators.

The Profound Iron Fist shattered the first cultivator's defensive magical treasure, his bone hardness sufficient to withstand any artifact's defense. The fist penetrated straight through the cultivator's chest the moment the defense was broken.

The Blazing Flame Palm pressed against the second cultivator's body, its touch-and-burn characteristic instantly charring the cultivator's flesh. The Hellfire Body activated, pure fire energy invading the cultivator's body and burning his internal organs to charcoal. The cultivator didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before falling to the ground.

The Blood Fiend Claw tore through the third cultivator's protective spiritual light. The power of the Molten Demonic Blood was displayed at this moment—upon killing an enemy, their life essence was absorbed, instantly healing Yan Kui's injuries and restoring his stamina to its peak.

The entire battle took less than ten seconds.

The five early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators in the air witnessed this scene, their will to fight completely shattered. They began to scream and flee, attempting to escape this terrifying battlefield. But at this moment, the seven cultivators from the second team had already rushed over.

The middle-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator leading them had an extremely serious expression.

"Everyone ascend! Do not scatter! Form battle array!"

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The remaining five early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators obeyed the order. They activated their respective flying artifacts and took to the sky. Adding the leader and the other middle-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator already in the air, along with the cultivators from the second team, there were now a total of seven individuals suspended in the air. Their spells began to rain down on the ground.

The spells were incredibly dense, creating dozens of deep pits on the ground, the topsoil being churned up layer by layer. Smoke and dust filled the air, and the light of the spells illuminated the entire valley. The cultivators attempted to suppress Yan Kui's actions with this concentrated bombardment.

But they had overlooked one thing—the terrifying aspect of Void Wind Control was not just its speed.

Yan Kui's body suddenly stopped moving on the ground. He took a deep breath, and the power of Void Wind Control erupted to its fullest at this moment. His body was as light as a feather; the air was no longer a resistance but became his aid. Yan Kui stepped on a rock for leverage, and his body instantly sprang up.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters—Yan Kui ascended in the air with unbelievable speed. He broke through the spell blockade and charged into the encirclement of the airborne cultivators.

The middle-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator leading them finally saw Yan Kui's movement clearly, a flicker of fear in his eyes.

"A high-grade Flying Sword!"

He activated his Flying Sword, and a high-grade Flying Sword emitting a silver-white glow stabbed down from the sky like a silver serpent towards Yan Kui. But Yan Kui caught it—not with Mana, but with his bones. The hardness of the Black Iron Demonic Bone was enough to counter any magical artifact.

The Flying Sword began to crack the moment it touched Yan Kui's palm.

"Impossible! How is this possible!" the leading cultivator shrieked in despair.

Yan Kui's other fist had already slammed towards his head. The spell reflected this punch—no, wait, the power of this punch had already surpassed the scope of any spell. This was pure physical strength.

The leading cultivator's protective spiritual light shattered the instant it came into contact with Yan Kui's fist. The fist continued forward, carrying the high temperature of the Hellfire Body, and pressed down on the cultivator's head. Contact meant incineration.

The leading cultivator's entire body was burned to a crisp from head to toe. He didn't even have time to scream before he plummeted from the sky. The Molten Demonic Blood activated, absorbing life essence, and all fatigue on Yan Kui's body instantly vanished.

The remaining cultivators, seeing their leader so easily killed, lost their minds completely.

Five cultivators at the early Foundation Establishment stage began screaming and fleeing, trying to escape the terrifying battlefield. Another cultivator at the middle Foundation Establishment stage also tried to escape, but it was too late.

Yan Kui's speed had already reached a level that could shatter the sound barrier. The power of Void Wind Control was displayed to its fullest at this moment. He left afterimages in the air, five afterimages shimmering under the moonlight, as if five Yan Kuis were running through the sky.

He caught up to one of the early Foundation Establishment cultivators. A claw tore through the cultivator's spine, and blood gushed out.

He caught up to the second early Foundation Establishment cultivator. A punch exploded the cultivator's head.

He caught up to the third early Foundation Establishment cultivator. The speed of Void Wind Control made him like a phantom, five afterimages flickering behind the cultivator. A claw pierced the cultivator's back, and the Molten Demonic Blood absorbed life essence. But at this point, two early Foundation Establishment cultivators had already escaped the range of the Extreme Path Domain, and they were fleeing at their fastest speed.

Yan Kui chased for several hundred meters, watching the two figures disappear into the night in the distance. He stopped pursuing.

Calm reason told him that continuing to chase these two would expose his location and give the elders at the late Foundation Establishment stage an opportunity to set up more ambushes. It wasn't worth it.

Yan Kui let out a cold laugh.

"Let them escape."

"Go tell Luo Yue, tell the Sect Master—I'll be waiting for them here."

Nine corpses were left on the battlefield.

Blood and flesh littered the ground, along with broken Flying Swords, shattered defensive magical treasures, and scattered storage bags. Nine people were killed, and three escaped. This was an absolute crushing victory—from beginning to end, this encirclement team of twelve cultivators had never posed any threat to Yan Kui.

Yan Kui walked among the corpses, beginning to loot the cultivators' storage bags. Storage bags of early Foundation Establishment cultivators usually contained magical artifacts, pills, and spirit stones. Storage bags of middle Foundation Establishment cultivators contained higher-grade items. Yan Kui collected them one by one, tossing them into his own storage bag.

[Killed 8 early Foundation Establishment cultivators: Gained Origin Power +133.0]

[Killed 1 middle Foundation Establishment cultivator: Gained Origin Power +30.0]

[Devoured 3 Foundation Establishment Pills: Gained Origin Power +15.0]

[Current Origin Power: 50.7 → 228.7]

The Foundation Establishment Pills in Yan Kui's palm gradually turned to dust. The spiritual Qi within was devoured by the system, transforming into pure Origin Power and flowing into Yan Kui's body.

Yan Kui stood up, feeling the increase in Origin Power within him. From 50.7 to 228.7, his Origin Power reserves had increased by 178.0. This amount was enough for him to do many things.

He thought of the Heaven Shaking God-Demon Record·Third Layer Fragment. That ancient secret technique required a massive amount of Origin Power, and now he finally had enough resources to cultivate it.

Luo Yue would arrive soon. That elder from Artifact Refining Peak had been coveting Yan Kui for a long time. Now, he would likely make a move himself.

And the Sect Master—the strongest person in the Qingyun Sect—might also appear here.

Yan Kui stood amidst the pile of corpses, his body with its Ice-Fire Texture emitting a strange glow under the moonlight. His eyes were extremely cold, the deep blue ice intent in his left eye and the dark red flames in his right eye in opposition, yet perfectly balanced.

More powerful aura fluctuations could be heard from a distance. It was the aura of a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, and possibly even stronger individuals.

Yan Kui sneered.

"Keep running, bring more people to their deaths."

"Are they here? Luo Yue? Or the Sect Master?"

"It doesn't matter. Whoever comes will die."

The night shrouded the entire mountain forest. In this darkness, a figure stood amidst the pile of corpses, awaiting the arrival of the next wave of enemies. The superposition of five fully mastered cultivation techniques granted him the strength to challenge late Foundation Establishment cultivators. The abundance of Origin Power gave him the confidence to face any enemy.

The path of the Extreme Path continued.