Su Yun faced the Ghost Fire Sect's death warriors without a hint of panic on his face.
Instead, a cold smile tugged at his lips.
His divine sense swept rapidly across the battlefield, instantly grasping the full extent of his opponents' strength.
A hundred death warriors, all at the ninth level of Qi Refinement.
Their numbers were intimidating, giving them overwhelming numerical superiority.
But in the end, they were only at the Qi Refinement Realm.
There were only three fighters on the field who were truly worth anything.
Two Foundation Establishment Perfection protectors and Liao Jun, at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.
That was all.
With a lineup like this, they thought they could kill him?
It was nowhere near enough.
Su Yun stared straight at Liao Jun and said coldly,
"You want my life?"
"Then let's see if you have what it takes."
Killing intent surged in Liao Jun's eyes. He gritted his teeth and shouted,
"Arrogant!"
"I'll see whether your strength is truly monstrous or just an empty reputation you've talked up!"
"All troops, heed my command! Surround and kill him!"
At his command,
the hundred Ghost Fire death warriors moved at once.
Black robes fluttered as dark figures darted about.
They formed a tightening encirclement, charging at Su Yun from every direction in a frenzied assault.
The demonic blades in their hands gleamed with a sinister black light, while their spells swirled with a chilling Killing Intent.
Nearly a hundred attacks bore down at once—saber flashes, claw shadows, demonic flames, and poison arts densely blanketing the entire valley.
The sight was horrifying. Anyone would have been left breathless in an instant.
But Su Yun's gaze didn't waver in the slightest.
He quickly formed a spell with one hand.
"Golden Blade Technique!"
Ten golden blades materialized around him.