One Move, Instant Kill Six Tribulations Cultivator

The firebird let out a sharp shriek, wrapped in a sky full of flames, and crashed straight into the golden shield.

Rumble!

A violent explosion echoed through the valley.

Fire soared into the sky, and heat waves swept in all directions.

Crushed rocks were melted into powder by the high temperature, and the mountain walls were blasted with dense pits.

Billowing black smoke instantly shrouded the entire valley.

Vision was completely obscured by the dust and smoke.

The shield rippled with transparent rings, its golden light flickering frantically.

As the shockwave of the explosion spread, the six rogue cultivators instinctively retreated, raising their hands to shield themselves from the heat.

Hope reignited in everyone's eyes.

The burly man roared in a rough voice.

"It's done!"

"With a Tier 2 talisman, even the toughest defense has to shatter!"

"That brat is dead for sure!"

Another man stared fixedly at the black smoke, his tone excited.

"A Blazing Fire Talisman worth three hundred spirit stones cannot miss!"

"That turtle shell is definitely blown open!"

Everyone stared intently at the smoke-filled sky.

A few seconds later.

The dust and smoke slowly dissipated.

A tall, upright figure stood quietly in place.

His plain clothes were neat, and not a single strand of hair was out of place.

The golden shield still hovered around him, not even the slightest bit dimmed.

Su Yun's expression was calm; not even the hem of his clothes had been scorched by the high temperature.

He was completely unscathed.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

The pupils of the six men constricted violently, their minds went blank, their throats turned dry, and their bodies stiffened.

"I... what the hell."

The sharp-mouthed youth couldn't help but curse, his legs beginning to go weak.

"It didn't even break?"

"What kind of monster defense is this turtle shell?"

"Boss, let's go!"

"We really can't waste any more time!"

"The Qingyun steward must be on his way!"

The scarred man's face turned deathly pale, the last shred of his pride completely crushed.

He gritted his teeth, unwilling yet helpless.

"Retreat!"

"You over there, you're lucky today!"

"We'll let you off this time!"

As the words fell, the six of them turned to run.

Just as they moved their feet.

A cold, bone-chilling voice rang out.

"You want to fight when you please and leave when you please?"

"What do you take me for?"

Su Yun raised his hand and waved.

The golden spiritual light around him slowly dissipated, and the shield was completely retracted.

Su Yun pinched a spiritual seal with his fingertips and whispered softly.

"Golden Blade Technique."

Golden spiritual energy condensed and tore through the air.

Six palm-sized, razor-sharp golden blades hovered around Su Yun.

The golden blades shimmered with a biting cold light, their edges flowing with sharp spiritual energy, their killing intent restrained.

Six blades, not one more, not one less, corresponding perfectly to the six rogue cultivators.

Seeing this, the six men opposite him were not afraid; instead, they scoffed aloud.

The fear from just a moment ago dissipated by more than half.

The burly man grinned mockingly, "Hahaha! You dropped your shield?"

"Without a defensive magic tool, what will you use to fight us?"

The sharp-featured youth looked on with utter disdain, "Six pathetic little golden blades?"

"Do you really think you can stop us, a mere Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator?"

"Was your brain rattled stupid by that explosion?"

The six men completely let down their guard.

Su Yun only had the cultivation of Qi Refining Level 6; without the protection of a shield, he was nothing but fish on a chopping block.

A playful smile curled the corners of Su Yun's lips.

"I will give you one chance."

"If the six of you can withstand this move of mine,"

"All the storage bags on my person will be yours."

The eyes of the six men lit up instantly.

A chance to get rich quick was right before them!

Greed flashed in the scarred man's eyes as he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Fine!"

"You said it yourself!"

"If we withstand it, you aren't allowed to go back on your word!"

In their eyes, no matter how strong a spell from a Level 6 cultivator was, how strong could it really be?

Su Yun couldn't be bothered with more talk and flicked his fingers lightly.

The six golden blades vanished from their spots in an instant.

The speed was so fast it broke the limits of what the naked eye could capture.

There was no sound of tearing air, no warning.

Under the Thousandfold Amplification, the speed, sharpness, and piercing power of the golden blades all skyrocketed.

Though he appeared to be at Level 6 cultivation, his lethality was closing in on the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

At that moment, the hair on the bodies of the six rogue cultivators stood on end, and a bone-chilling sense of impending death gripped their hearts tightly.

"Something's wrong!"

"Damn it, such strong killing intent!"

"Defend, quickly!"

The six men were scared out of their wits.

They scrambled to pull out their Protective Jade Pendants, low-grade Shield Talismans, and leather armor.

They poured spiritual energy into their defensive tools as if it were worthless.

Lights flickered on one after another, layering defense upon defense.

But it was all too late.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Six crisp, piercing sounds rang out in succession.

The cold light flashed and vanished.

The six golden blades precisely pierced through the chests of the six men.

A bloody, gaping hole was left in the center of each person's chest.

Blood gushed out, staining their clothes red.

All their defenses had been torn apart as easily as paper.

The six men froze, still holding the postures they had used to activate their magic tools.

Their bodies remained stiff in place.

Their faces still bore a complex mix of greed, disdain, and terror.

The scarred man looked down at the blood continuously gushing from his chest.

He raised a trembling finger to point at Su Yun, his lips quivering, his breath coming in intermittent gasps.

"Your... your attack... why... is it... so strong..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his head lolled to the side, his life force extinguished entirely as he fell straight backward onto the ground.

The remaining five men collapsed one after another.

Six wicked rogue cultivators, all killed in an instant.

Even in death, they could not fathom how a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator could unleash a terrifying attack comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Why was he so fast that he didn't even give them time to react?

The valley fell completely silent.

The wind blew across the blood-stained ground, and the scent of iron slowly permeated the air.

Su Yun brushed the dust off his sleeves, curled his lips, and muttered in complaint.

"Tch, absolute trash."

"Six people, and they couldn't even block a single move of mine."

With a casual wave of his hand, six streaks of black light flew toward him.

Six shriveled, worn-out storage bags landed in his palm.

He swept his divine sense over them casually.

Su Yun's eye twitched.

A mere handful of low-grade spirit stones, a few tattered low-tier magical artifacts, and a few bottles of inferior Healing Pill.

Other than that, they were completely empty.

"What a bunch of poor wretches."

He couldn't help but shake his head.

To fight to the death for such a pittance—it was truly embarrassing.

He intended to burn the corpses and destroy all traces of the incident.

Just then.

Hum—

A sharp, piercing sound echoed from the horizon.

Three rainbows of spiritual energy streaked in from afar, their auras heavy and their speed immense.

The stewards of Azure Cloud Market had arrived.

Su Yun's eyes narrowed.

He did not want to invite trouble, nor did he want to expose his trump cards.

This place was no longer safe to linger.

He instantly activated his Breath Concealment Art, suppressing his aura entirely until he seemed utterly unremarkable.

With a flick of his right hand, the Flowing Light Gold-Vein Sword tore through the air and hovered beneath his feet.

He stepped onto the sword, rose into the sky, and sped away.

A golden streak of sword light cut across the horizon, vanishing into the edge of the mountain forest in the blink of an eye.

A few breaths later.

Three figures landed steadily on the valley floor.

The middle-aged man in the lead wore a plain green robe and possessed a dignified countenance; his cultivation was at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

He was the enforcement steward of Azure Cloud Market.

Behind him, two deacons in black robes exuded cold, sharp auras, both at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

The three of them looked down at the six corpses on the ground.

The green-robed steward swept his gaze over the bloodstains and wounds, speaking in a deep voice.

"We arrived too late."

One of the black-robed deacons stepped forward quickly, turning over the bodies to examine the wounds.

A moment later, he stood up and reported respectfully.

"Steward."

"These six are the rogue cultivators who have long been lurking and committing crimes on the outskirts of the market."

"They reek of malice and their hands are stained with blood."

"Judging by the wounds, all six were killed instantly."

"The wounds are clean and precise, with immense penetrating power."

"The person who struck must be a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

The other deacon chimed in, "Indeed."

"The simple defenses on these six were completely useless; they were killed in a single blow."

"Only a Foundation Establishment cultivator could carry out such a clean and decisive slaughter."

The steward in the green robe nodded slightly.

"It must be some great Foundation Establishment master hiding their true cultivation."

"Passing through this place, encountering a robbery, and killing them in a counter-attack."

He looked down at the six corpses, his tone indifferent.

"A bunch of scourges."

"They have repeatedly plundered cultivators, and managed to escape by luck many times before."

"Now, trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice, they died at the hands of another; they deserved it."

"Dispose of the bodies; burn and bury them right here."

"Send a notice back to the market to inform everyone."

"The six great bandit cultivators have all been executed."

The two deacons behind him bowed and cupped their fists.

"Yes, Steward!"

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