With Yan Wuji choice but to grit his teeth and raise both palms to take the blow head-on.
"Boom--!!!"
Two master-level forces collided violently.
The terrifying shockwave, like a real tsunami, spread wildly in all directions.
Within a radius of several hundred feet, all the ancient trees were uprooted the moment they came into contact with the shockwave, and were then pulverized into dust by the aftershocks in mid-air.
Several feet of ground were scraped away, revealing bare rock beneath, crisscrossed with deep, crisscrossing cracks.
The distant hill was hit by the aftershocks, causing rocks to collapse and dust to billow into the sky.
Yan Wuji grunted and retreated dozens of feet, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.
He steadied himself, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
His hasty defense caused him to suffer a minor setback in this encounter.
"He's already at the Grandmaster—Fourth Layer."
Bai Yujing raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her gentle eyes.
How long has it been? Yan Wuji has already advanced from the Grandmaster Third Level to the Grandmaster—Fourth Layer, the speed of advancement is indeed exaggerated.
"But you will still die here today!"
Before he finished speaking, he moved.
A long, white robe flashed in the dust, and the Plain Longsword was already drawn.
The sword light was like a rainbow, carrying an indomitable and resolute intent, directly slashing at Yan Wuji.
This sword strike had no technique whatsoever; it was solely composed of pure, highly refined Sword Intent and Internal Qi.
Bai Yujing is clearly an efficient person; when he does act, he goes all out.
A hint of fear flashed in Yan Wuji's eyes. He unleashed his crimson inner Internal Qi without reservation, and with both palms out, he condensed a crimson palm print that was as solid as a substance, directly clashing with Bai Yujing's sword.
"Boom--!"
The sword light collided with the palm print, unleashing a deafening roar.
Bai Yujing swayed slightly, but quickly regained her balance.
Yan Wuji was once again forced back several feet, and a fine bloodstain appeared on his palm.
In terms of cultivation, he was no weaker than Bai Yujing. However, when faced with a siege, he was no match for the combined forces and could only make hasty moves, never having enough time to exert his full strength.
Before he could regain his footing, a pink figure appeared silently behind him.
Liu Meiniang.
With a gentle wave of her hand, the small flower formed from her Gang Qi transformed into three pink streaks of light, shooting towards Yan Wuji's three vital points: the back of his neck, his ribs, and his right leg, as if they were alive.
Sensing the danger, Yan Wuji twisted his body in an almost illogical posture, narrowly avoiding the two streaks of light that struck the back of his neck and ribs.
However, the beam of light that struck his right leg passed over his thigh, leaving a deep wound.
"Uh-huh!"
Yan Wuji out a muffled groan, staggered, and nearly fell to his knees.
"That's right, you will die here today!"
A hoarse, deep voice rang out.
Li Hanjiang had appeared in front of Yan Wuji without anyone noticing. His black Internal Qi Internal Qi surged around him, transforming into a huge black palm print that slammed towards Yan Wuji.
It possesses the unique characteristics of the Nether Pavilion 'Grandmaster Martial Art: eroding Internal Qi and devouring life force.
Yan Wuji defended with all his might and blocked the palm strike, but due to the hasty defense, his figure froze for a moment.
That single instant was enough to be fatal.
"Boom!"
A silent figure appeared above Yan Wuji's head like a ghost.
He didn't draw his sword, but instead clenched his right fist and punched down.
This punch was simple and unadorned, but the moment the fist touched Yan Wuji's protective blood energy, the solid blood-colored Internal Qi shield on Yan Wuji's body shattered inch by inch like paper.
The fist slammed solidly into Yan Wuji's chest.
"Puff--!"
Yan Wuji coughed up blood and his body was sent flying like a meteorite.
A dull thud echoed from the ground, sending dust billowing into the sky and scattering debris everywhere.
As the smoke and dust cleared, a huge crater, several meters deep, appeared on the ground.
At the bottom of the pit, Yan Wuji knelt on one knee, his gray robe tattered, revealing his wounded body beneath, his breathing disordered and weak.
"My current strength is not weak, but compared to a Grandmaster, there is still a huge gap."
"Even the weakest grandmaster could crush me with a flick of his finger!"
Standing several miles away, Fang Han watched the battle intently from afar.
The auras of grandmaster-level experts intertwined and collided, creating a violent and chaotic scene.
Yan Wuji's aura surged and struggled within the seven auras, but was always firmly blocked. Each attempt to break through was forcibly forced back, and his aura was weakening at a clearly perceptible speed.
"The outcome is decided."
Fang Han muttered to himself.
At this rate, Yan Wuji is certain to die today, with little chance of survival.
But at this moment—
His pupils suddenly contracted.
According to the perception of < Nether Guide >, an aura is approaching this mountain forest at an astonishing speed.
That aura was as deep as an abyss, carrying a sense of oppression that made one's soul tremble.
Its strength was no less than that of the seven grandmasters on the battlefield; in fact, it was even stronger.
"An unfamiliar... Grandmaster-level expert?"
Fang Han's breathing almost stopped at that moment.
He finally understood where his uneasy premonition came from.
Grandmaster-level experts are absolutely influential figures in any power.
If the Iron River Gang's demonic arts were bestowed by a mysterious force, how could that force have allowed Grandmaster Yan Wuji to be besieged and killed by the Seven Sects?
"An unfamiliar grandmaster has arrived!"
Fang Han quickly channeled his Internal Qi into his throat, maximizing the power of the " Sound Divine Treasury " that he had activated when he broke through to the Second Grade Mid-Stage not long ago.
"Masters, be careful! The aura of an unfamiliar master is approaching!"
With the infusion of Internal Qi, the sound carried a strange penetrating power, instantly traversing several miles and clearly reaching the ears of the seven grandmasters who were engaged in battle and Yan Wuji.
"Whoosh!"
After giving the reminder, Fang Han's figure swayed, and he simultaneously activated < Wind God Step > and < Shadowveil > to their maximum.
The figure in the green robe swept away like a wisp of gray smoke, disappearing instantly into a denser forest.
After completely concealing himself in the shadow of an ancient tree, he suppressed his aura to the extreme.
"Whoosh!"
A blood-red figure shot towards them like a meteor tearing through the night sky.
The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of Fang Han's naked-eye perception.
In just a few breaths, they had traversed several miles and appeared at the edge of the battlefield.
The visitor was a woman.
Her clothes were as red as blood, and her face was covered by an exquisite silver mask, revealing only her eyes.
A faint, blood-red glint flashed in those eyes, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Although Fang Han tried his best to conceal his presence, she still noticed him and looked towards the place where Fang Han was hiding.
Just one glance.
Fang Han felt a chill rise from his tailbone and instantly spread to his limbs and bones.
Blood seemed to freeze at that moment, muscles stiffened, and even breathing became difficult.
It felt as if I were standing in a frozen wasteland, my very soul was about to be frozen.
Fortunately--
The woman's gaze swept over him briefly before she looked away and rushed straight into the battlefield.
Clearly, she was eager to rescue Yan Wuji and had no time to pay attention to this "minor character."
Upon hearing Fang Han's reminder, the seven grandmasters' expressions changed.
The person who came could not possibly be from their Seven Sects, so they could only be an accomplice of Yan Wuji, an enemy rather than a friend.
"Speed up!"
Gu Changqing's voice carried an unusual urgency, and the azure sword light suddenly surged, transforming into a streak of light that stretched across the sky, directly slashing at Yan Wuji.
The other six grandmasters also held nothing back, and their attacks became even more terrifying.
Huiming unleashed both palms simultaneously, the golden palm prints stretching like raging waves, each palm carrying the power to shatter mountains and shake peaks.
Lei Lie's massive black blade emitted a deep hum, and the Saber Aura condensed as if it were solid. With a single slash, the air was torn apart by a black crack that stretched for tens of feet.
Bai Yujing's sword light was like a rainbow, sharp and unparalleled, each strike aimed directly at Yan Wuji points.
Liu Meiniang's figure was elusive, and she no longer only used the small flowers of Gang Qi to attack. She drew a pink sword, and the pink sword light was like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating from all directions without leaving any gaps.
A silent figure flickered in the shadows, each appearance accompanied by a fatal blow.
Black energy surged around Li Hanjiang as he unleashed a series of palm strikes, the chilling force freezing the air into fine ice crystals.
"Puff, puff, puff--"
Under the combined attack of the seven grandmasters, Yan Wuji was overwhelmed and suffered several deep, bone-revealing wounds, his tattered gray robe soaked in blood.
He had also heard Fang Han's words, and a hope for survival ignited in his heart; a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
"You want to kill me? Not so easy!"
He bit his tongue hard, and the intense pain caused the violent, blood-red Internal Qi within his body to circulate wildly in an unprecedented way.
The Internal Qi no longer followed the path of the meridians, but instead rampaged wildly within his body, tearing apart the meridians, burning the muscles, and crushing the bones inch by inch, transforming into a violent and almost out-of-control force.
"Buzz--!"
A blinding crimson light erupted from his body, so intense it was almost tangible, carrying a nauseatingly sweet, metallic scent.
His body suddenly swelled up, his bulging muscles tearing through his tattered gray robe, revealing skin covered in dark red lines.
The patterns resembled some kind of ancient runes, leaping and flowing across his body, radiating an eerie glow.
"Boom--!"
Lei Lie's jet-black giant blade struck Yan Wuji's blood-red Internal Qi shield, producing a muffled, drum-like thud.
The shield trembled violently, cracks appeared, but it did not shatter.
"Um?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Lei Lie's eyes.
"It's the legendary... demonic secret technique!"
Huiming's half-open eyes suddenly widened, and his voice became more solemn than ever before.
"He's sacrificing his foundation and cultivation for a short-term burst of combat power, hoping to survive. We must not let him succeed!"
The attacks of the seven grandmasters grew increasingly fierce.
Qing Jianguang again, faster, more ruthless, and more decisive than before.
Where the sword tip passed, a fine crack silently appeared in the air, the crack lingering and failing to heal for a long time.
Yan Wuji raised his hand, and crimson light gathered wildly on his right palm, condensing into a solid crimson palm print several feet in diameter.
At the edge of the palm print, there were faint, intricate runes flowing, carrying a chilling and eerie aura.
The sword light met Gu Changqing's attack head-on.