Melee

The three demons exchanged glances, seemingly lost in thought.

"Let's do as you say." Tushan Jing spoke coldly, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes.

He had already killed people from Nine Star Kui Island; what did a few more matter?

Not to mention within this Immortal Treasury, even within the Canghai Divine Land, disciples often clashed, resulting in death and destruction.

With that, the six of them dispersed, each landing behind a small hill and casting concealment arts, their auras vanishing completely.

In the surrounding mountain forests, only the whimpering of the wind remained.

The moonlight grew thick, and a thin mist rose among the trees.

About an hour later, the sound of many people flying arrived from the direction of the forest entrance.

"They're here."

Xu Yan gripped his Green Pattern Sword while casting his Spirit Eye to observe.

It was Fang Che and the others.

He had brought the rogue cultivators—twelve in total—and they had all arrived!

Seeing that it was not the people from Nine Star Kui Island, Xu Yan and his group immediately stepped out.

"Brother Xu!"

Fang Che and the others walked over, travel-worn. Upon seeing the three demon cultivators here, the rogue cultivators immediately acted as if facing a great enemy, subconsciously gripping their magical artifacts.

Xu Yan did not waste time and immediately provided a brief explanation.

The rogue cultivators quickly grasped the situation, but upon learning that the Teleportation Array could only transport thirteen people, and that the three demon cultivators occupied three spots, only ten spots remained.

The atmosphere grew somewhat subtle.

"The Teleportation Array was discovered by Brother Xu and his companions, so they must occupy three spots," Fang Che said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the rogue cultivators wore varied expressions.

This group had been cobbled together by Fang Che before the opening of the Immortal Treasury; it was not a monolith. When it came to life and death, one always had to consider oneself first—this was human nature.

Tushan Jing grew impatient. "Do not waste time. Decide quickly."

Xu Yan looked around at everyone and said calmly, "To be fair, let's decide by drawing lots."

"Agreed!"

"Let's do as Half-Immortal Xu says."

The rogue cultivators nodded one after another.

"You killed the disciples of my Nine Star Kui Island, and you still want to leave?!"

Just then, a shout came from the dark sky in the distance, sounding like a thunderclap that made everyone's eardrums ring.

In an instant, a flying boat arrived in the air, moving at extreme speed. The sonic boom tore through the sky, stirring ripples of mana.

There were seven people on the flying boat.

Leading them was Huangfu Ziyang. He held a long spear, his mana surging, and lightning flickered within his spirit meridians. His aura was incomparably overbearing.

Beside him, Murong Yan held a large banner, staring intently below. He raised an eyebrow, fanning the flames: "Young Master, there are also demon people from Taihang Mountain and Big Horn Island."

"That is no surprise." Huangfu Ziyang looked down from above with a disdainful gaze, his voice icy. "I was wondering, even if these rogue cultivators had ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare kill my clan's disciples. So, it turns out there are demons backing them."

Murong Yan immediately chimed in loudly: "Still not surrendering? Do you want to suffer the pain of being skinned and having your tendons pulled out!"

Across the hills, the rogue cultivators were tense, clutching their magical artifacts.

Unless absolutely necessary, they did not want to clash with the noble families, but they were not fish on a chopping block to be slaughtered at will.

Since the others had already attacked, were they really supposed to just stand there and die?

Tushan Jing sneered, laughing coldly: "Young Master Huangfu, what a grand display. It has been over ten days; why are you still showing off in the outer reaches of the Immortal Treasury?"

This remark seemed to strike a sore spot for Huangfu Ziyang. His face tightened, and he snapped: "You mangy fox, how dare you be insolent before me! Today, I shall rid Taihang Mountain of a mongrel like you!"

This Huangfu Ziyang was quite sharp-tongued; these few words directly turned Tushan Jing's face black with rage, his entire body trembling. Seeing him bristle, Huangfu Ziyang felt much more satisfied.

Tushan Jing could not endure it and struck immediately, revealing his true demon form—a gray-brown fox three zhang tall. His blood energy erupted, and he charged with a murderous, vicious gaze.

The two Kui Oxen also roared, following closely behind like two small mountains pushing forward.

The physical strength of these three demons was truly terrifying.

Huangfu Ziyang's eyes flickered. He immediately turned to Murong Yan beside him and said: "You take three people and hold them off. The remaining two, come with me; we'll kill that group of rogue cultivators first!"

"Yes, Young Master."

Murong Yan bowed his head in response. As he turned, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a look of imperceptible disdain appeared in his eyes, though his expression remained respectful.

With a cultivation of the fifth level of Meridian Opening, he took three disciples of the third level and immediately headed toward them.

Murong Yan drove his large banner to its limit and swung it violently. Suddenly, ghosts wailed and wolves howled between heaven and earth, and the wind roared!

At the same time, Huangfu Ziyang stomped on the flying boat. His spirit meridians rumbled, and lightning coiled around his spear.

This young master appeared to possess the rare lightning-attribute spirit meridians, which were terrifying in the path of slaughter.

Two disciples of the fourth level of Meridian Opening followed closely behind him.

"What a waste of such natural talent and bone structure."

Xu Yan narrowed his eyes, watching the overbearing power of those spirit meridians.

This young master was putting on such a show of force, yet despite his sixth-level Meridian Opening cultivation, he chose to avoid the three demons, proving he was the type to bully the weak.

Huangfu Ziyang's robes fluttered, lightning crackling around him as he charged at Fang Che with his spear.

He was extremely fast, reaching within a zhang of Fang Che in the blink of an eye.

He thrust his spear!

"Brother Fang, watch out!" a rogue cultivator shouted.

Fang Che flicked his finger, sacrificing a high-grade dharma blade to block in front of him at the last critical moment. The spear tip, wrapped in overbearing lightning, struck the blade, producing a piercing, metallic clang.

Fang Che let out a muffled groan, forced back several zhang by the tyrannical mana.

Huangfu Ziyang scanned the surrounding rogue cultivators like a wolf eyeing a flock of sheep. His spellcasting was swift, and he took the opportunity to thrust his spear toward a rogue cultivator not far to the right.

Puchi!

The rogue cultivator's artifact was knocked away instantly, and the spear tip grazed his shoulder and neck, sending blood spraying.

The man cried out in pain, and the surrounding rogue cultivators widened their eyes in horror.

Sixth level of Meridian Opening—the gap in cultivation was too great. Even Fang Che, the strongest among them, could not block a single strike from this man.

Panic immediately set in; eyes filled with fear, and many wanted to discard their weapons and flee.

"Everyone, don't be afraid! Attack together!"

Xu Yan immediately shouted.

He had already acted, splitting his Green Pattern Sword into ten blades that whistled through the air. In an instant, gale winds overflowed, and dark Primordial Chaos Mana rippled outward. Xu Yan controlled his divine sense with extreme precision, the ten dharma swords striking from tricky angles.

Huangfu Ziyang narrowed his eyes, shaking his spear to unleash a full-powered sweep.

Clang, clang, clang—

The ten dharma swords were knocked away.

Encouraged by Xu Yan's shout, the other rogue cultivators mustered their courage and unleashed their own arts, but the gap in cultivation remained too vast. Huangfu Ziyang strolled leisurely, breaking their attacks one by one.

However, after half a stick of incense of fighting.

He suddenly threw his lightning spear. In an instant, it pierced through a rogue cultivator of the first level of Meridian Opening. The lightning exploded directly in his chest, sending blood and viscera flying—the scene was incomparably bloody!

Whoosh!

With a single-handed summon, the blood-stained spear returned to his hand. He gave it a shake, a sight that made the surrounding rogue cultivators' hearts jump with terror.

"Weaklings!" Huangfu Ziyang laughed coldly.

At the same time, Xu Yan's ten Green Pattern Dharma Swords had just descended, but they were dodged by the man's extremely fast movement technique. Xu Yan frowned slightly, observing with his Spirit Eye.

This man had too many magical artifacts on him. Those boots were a high-grade artifact, and the robe he wore was even a [Mystic Treasure Artifact]. Even if Xu Yan's techniques landed on him, they would simply be deflected.