Corpse Yin Sect Spirit Transformation Mid-stage Emissary Arrives

Luo Chuan's pupils suddenly turned a pale red, and a cold, biting aura instantly washed over the area. It seemed that if Xu Liguo were to say one more word, Luo Chuan might truly execute him on the spot.

Xu Liguo was so thoroughly terrified that he felt like crying, yet he reluctantly stuffed all the souls into his mouth.

He muttered to himself in his heart, "This star of misfortune deserves a miserable death! Even if I die, I'll die as a well-fed ghost; I absolutely refuse to starve to death!"

Once Xu Liguo had swallowed all the souls, Luo Chuan stood up. He gazed coldly at the distant sky and suddenly spoke, "The ants of the Corpse Yin Sect have finally arrived."

As Luo Chuan's voice faded, the swirling clouds in the sky suddenly parted to reveal a multitude of Corpse Yin Sect disciples clad in uniform robes.

These disciples were accompanied by their own Corpse Puppets, and every one of them possessed a cultivation base at or above the Core Formation Stage.

Among them were eight powerhouses at the early Nascent Soul Stage, which was enough to show just how much importance the Corpse Yin Sect placed on this matter.

After all, the Tiangang Sect was an affiliated sect of a Level 4 cultivation nation and possessed several Spirit Transformation powerhouses within its ranks. Even the Corpse Yin Sect, which resided within a Level 4 cultivation nation, had to show them a degree of respect. Thus, upon learning that Xu Liguo had been captured, they treated the matter with great gravity.

Xu Liguo was so moved he nearly wept, thinking, "My Corpse Yin Sect family, you've finally arrived! If you hadn't come, I would have truly died at the hands of this star of misfortune!"

Zhao Chuanliang, the Sect Master of the Huofen Kingdom's Corpse Yin Sect, stared coldly at Luo Chuan atop the Canglong. He glanced at the Tiangang Sect disciple Xu Liguo, then knelt directly on the ground.

"This junior, Zhao Chuanliang, Sect Master of the Corpse Yin Sect, pays respects to the Exiled Immortal senior..."

Luo Chuan stood with one hand behind his back and said indifferently, "Zhao Chuanliang, since you recognize This Seat, you should also know the gap between the Nascent Soul Realm and the Spirit Transformation Realm."

"Get lost now while you still can, otherwise, This Seat will not mind letting your Corpse Yin Sect disciples have their souls scattered and their bodies destroyed!"

Sweating profusely, Zhao Chuanliang said, "Senior, it is not that this junior wishes to obstruct you, but I am truly bound to carry out the orders of the Upper Sect."

"That Xu Liguo is a disciple of the Tiangang Sect, and the Upper Sect cares deeply about this matter. This junior cannot refuse and can only implore Senior to return Xu Liguo to me."

Luo Chuan let out a disdainful cold snort. "Get lost, or die!"

Seeing that Luo Chuan was so unappreciative, Zhao Chuanliang had no choice but to produce a magic treasure. He bit his finger and used his entire body's spiritual energy to summon a teleportation array, inviting a Spirit Transformation senior from the Upper Sect to descend!

As the teleportation array activated, a Spirit Transformation mid-stage cultivator arrived, riding a black coffin and radiating intense Sha Qi.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the Spirit Transformation powerhouse, the Corpse Yin Sect disciples did not hesitate; they immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully.

"Greetings to the Upper Sect senior!"

Zhao Chuanliang did not delay either. He knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and said, "Lord Envoy, Xu Liguo is currently with that Luo Chuan over there."

The black-robed elder raised his head arrogantly, looked toward Luo Chuan, and said indifferently, "Are you the Exiled Immortal that Zhao Chuanliang spoke of?"

"That is correct, it is This Seat."

"I don't care if you are an Exiled Immortal or a dead immortal. Hand over Xu Liguo, or I will pull out your tendons, peel your bones, and suppress your soul in a Soul Lamp for ten thousand years!"

"Just you?"

Luo Chuan raised his finger slightly. In an instant, surging spiritual energy erupted like a tidal wave. The several Core Formation cultivators nearby exploded and died the moment they touched this energy.

Even the Corpse Puppets in the distance could not escape death; before they could even react, they were ground into dust by the ripples of this energy and vanished without a trace.

Seeing his sect's cultivators slaughtered on the spot, the black-robed soul master, serving as the Upper Sect envoy, was naturally infuriated.

With his aged face flushed red, Zhao Chuanliang could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. Gritting his teeth, he quickly formed hand seals and shouted:

"Arrogant junior, how dare you be so insolent toward the powerhouses of our Corpse Yin Sect! If we do not kill you here today, how will our Corpse Yin Sect ever hold its head high again!"

With that, the black-robed elder unleashed his strongest skill without reservation.

A massive mountain range, spanning thousands of feet, suddenly appeared in mid-air. An ice-blue aura washed over the area, as if it intended to devour every living thing present.

"Nine Nether Profound Ice Formation!"

"Fall!"

The black-robed elder exerted force with his right hand, controlling the glacier above to smash down toward Luo Chuan with the force of a thunderbolt, clearly intending to execute the junior on the spot.

Just as the glacier was about to collide with Luo Chuan, the sub-Desolate Beast Blood Qilin instantly soared into the air.

Before the glacier could descend, the Blood Qilin opened its massive maw and let out a sudden beast roar. It sounded like a thunderclap on a clear day, echoing through the firmament and shattering the tranquility of the world.

The immense roar exploded as if right against their ears, shaking the spirits of the Corpse Yin Sect powerhouses.

Yet it was not over. The Blood Qilin hovered in mid-air and unleashed another roar at the Corpse Yin Sect powerhouses below.

The space in front of the crowd rippled violently, and the sound waves expanded like lightning.

With a thunderous boom, the calm surface of the lake was struck as if by a bomb, sending waves seven or eight feet high surging upward.

Finally, they crashed down, and the spray and mist shrouded the entire small valley in a hazy veil of water vapor.

The dragon's roar, like an angry thunderclap erupting from dark clouds, rolled outward with the Blood Qilin as its center. Even the deafening sound of the waterfall was drowned out by the dragon's roar.

Within a radius of ten miles, the sound could be vaguely heard. Wherever the sound waves passed, beasts collapsed, and even the Nascent Soul powerhouses felt their souls tremble due to the trace of dragon aura contained within the roar.

Some weaker jackals, tigers, and leopards that were closer to the lake were directly shaken to death by the thunderous sound waves!

"This is a sub-Desolate Beast, how is that possible!"

Zhao Chuanliang, the Corpse Yin Sect Master, was struck with terror. He could not believe that the Canglong before him was a sub-Desolate Beast—a creature equivalent to a Spirit Transformation late-stage Great Perfection powerhouse!

If the deafening roar alone had killed or injured most of their Corpse Yin Sect powerhouses, how formidable must Luo Chuan, its master, be?

"Quick, activate the teleportation array! Leave this place, now!"

The black-robed elder finally realized the gravity of the situation. Without a word, he tore open the void in front of him, attempting to escape via teleportation.

Luo Chuan let out a disdainful cold snort, then slowly raised his right hand. "You only think of running now? It's too late."

Crimson energy erupted from Luo Chuan's hand. In a few leaps, it caught up to the fleeing Corpse Yin Sect powerhouses, and in a brief moment, it slaughtered nearly all of the powerhouses present.