Four Kills!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sword beams Li Yunjing unleashed slammed into the Golden Bell, ringing out like metal striking metal. The barrier was as solid as the real thing.

He stabbed at it nine times in succession, but still couldn't break through the defense and kill the Thin Man.

"Now's my chance!"

Seeing this, Senior Brother Han withdrew the shield in his left hand, using it to cover half his body. A massive hammer suddenly appeared in his right hand, gleaming with golden light as he swung it at Li Yunjing's back!

"You want to kill me? It won't be that easy!"

With a heavy thud, the hammer smashed into Li Yunjing's back, making him spit out a mouthful of blood.

But jade-colored light suddenly flared across his back, absorbing nine-tenths of the blow's force.

He had deliberately taken Senior Brother Han's attack head-on!

While Senior Brother Han was stunned, Li Yunjing turned his sword around. He twisted the hilt beside his waist and thrust backward with all his might!

"Shhk!"

The strike came without warning. Sword light flashed, swift as lightning, and pierced straight into Senior Brother Han's heart.

The sword intent was fierce, the killing intent boiling—a perfect union of martial and immortal cultivation!

Such a brilliant strike was completely beyond Senior Brother Han's expectations!

"Ah..."

Senior Brother Han cried out and slowly collapsed.

His face still wore an expression of disbelief.

Even at the moment of death, he seemed unable to believe he had been killed so easily.

Thud!

Senior Brother Han's corpse hit the ground hard. His eyes were wide, his face twisted in a savage grimace.

"Senior Brother Han!"

At the sight, the last Thin Man turned deathly pale. He shouted and fled without even trying to fight, sprinting toward the edge of the woods!

"Trying to run? Too late!"

Li Yunjing sneered and sprang into the air.

A flash of light flickered across the Gale Boots. Like a bolt of lightning, he swept through the air in pursuit of the Thin Man.

"Shhk, shhk, shhk!"

Sword Qi flashed through the air, bursting with icy light as it struck the Thin Man again and again.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The effect of the Vajra Talisman on the man's body seemed to be reaching its limit under Li Yunjing's repeated attacks. He had run only ten li when Li Yunjing's sword finally shattered the golden light around him!

"Scorching Flame Divine Palm!"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, despair showed on the Thin Man's face. He spun around and unleashed a flurry of palms, pouring out all his magical power. Blazing flames shot toward Li Yunjing in waves!

One fiery serpent after another surged at him!

"You're still far from good enough!"

A trace of disdain flashed through Li Yunjing's eyes. Magical power churned within him, and the vast aura he released stirred the earth and stones around them into the air, forming one field of force after another.

Guided by Li Yunjing's magical power, the stones suddenly collided in midair and exploded, smothering every fiery serpent and kicking up a sky full of yellow sand.

"Falling Rock Technique is just a useless little spell! How could you cultivate it to this level?"

The Thin Man cried out in shock. This was completely beyond his imagination.

The Falling Rock Technique was a perk offered by the sect, available to every new disciple. Naturally, he knew it too. But at his level, he could never unleash power like Li Yunjing's!

Just how had this man cultivated?

How could he master a spell so thoroughly after only a month in the sect?

"You don't understand the world of geniuses! You picked a fight with one, and now your miserable end is inevitable!"

Li Yunjing sneered. In an instant, the Cold Star Sword flashed and pierced the Thin Man's throat.

To make sure he was dead, the sword flashed again, and with a splat, it severed the Thin Man's head.

In the blink of an eye, all four Outer Disciples Ye Long had sent to kill Li Yunjing had died at his hands.

With a flicker of movement, Li Yunjing picked up the Thin Man's corpse and returned to the place where they had fought. He swung his sword once more and cut off Senior Brother Han's head!

Cultivators had all kinds of secret techniques. Even against Qi Refining Realm Outer Disciples, Li Yunjing didn't dare let his guard down.

Before the Golden Core Realm, no matter how powerful a cultivator was, once their head was cut off, death was unavoidable!

All four Outer Disciples had to be well and truly dead. Otherwise, if word got out, Li Yunjing would never be able to explain himself, no matter how many mouths he had.

He severed all four heads, completely ending their lives.

This had to be done cleanly.

The whole thing had taken three minutes!

Li Yunjing stood quietly in the woods and calmed himself. His spiritual sense spread out in every direction.

He didn't want someone to play the mantis stalking the cicada, with the oriole waiting behind, while he gathered his spoils!

After searching the area repeatedly and finding nothing unusual, Li Yunjing finally relaxed.

He quickly stripped every valuable item from Senior Brother Han and the other three.

There were four high-grade standard sect robes, all magical artifacts. Two had been damaged, but even if they hadn't been, he wouldn't dare sell them.

That would be asking for death.

He doubted any shop would dare buy standard artifacts from the Divine Firmament Dao Sect.

The four men also carried Cold Star Swords, all of them high-grade magical artifacts.

Including their Outer Disciple Identity Tokens, the four of them had twelve high-grade magical artifacts between them.

"What a shame! Even the best things are useless if I can't let anyone see them!"

Li Yunjing sighed helplessly, then destroyed their flying swords, robes, and Identity Tokens.

He scattered the fragments and buried them in different corners of the woods.

It broke Li Yunjing's heart!

Especially the Outer Disciple Identity Tokens.

They each held the owner's contribution points, but Li Yunjing absolutely didn't dare transfer them to his own Identity Token.

If he did that, he'd be as good as dead.

It would be like confessing to the crime himself, as if he thought death hadn't come quickly enough.

Once he had destroyed and buried the conspicuous artifacts, Li Yunjing used a spell to burn the four corpses to ashes.

To prevent the sect from tracking them down, he also disposed of the ashes carefully, dumping them in a stream far away to be carried off by the current.

Li Yunjing hid the ten Hundred Treasure Pouches close to his body. He still had to continue his sect mission.

He had no intention of killing his way out and going on the run.

Li Yunjing had already thought it through. Wei Henian wasn't all-powerful within the sect.

Whether he went to Yu Yunyi for help or to Fu Chao, either of them would step in at a crucial moment.

Fu Chao in particular treated this as a game.

He wanted Li Yunjing to stay alive as long as possible, causing Wei Henian more trouble.

For that reason alone, Fu Chao would definitely shield him from the fallout this time.