Instantly Killing Sixteen

Zhao Tiezhu stomped his foot in anger, "What a bunch of ungrateful wretches!"

Lin Qing'er's expression also dimmed.

Qin Yuan, however, remained unfazed and turned back into the hall.

"Senior Brother Qin, aren't you angry?" Zhou De followed him in, unable to help but ask.

"Why should I be angry?" Qin Yuan said calmly, "It's their loss if they choose to leave, not mine."

He sat down cross-legged again and closed his eyes.

"Just you wait and see."

That evening, at midnight.

Qin Yuan precisely extracted his twenty years of cultivation for the day and combined it with the twenty years stored from yesterday, forming a majestic torrent that surged within his body.

Forty years of cultivation!

This was equivalent to two hundred years of arduous cultivation for an ordinary Golden Core cultivator!

The Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Art operated frantically, guiding this vast Spiritual Energy towards the Nine Revolutions Golden Core in his dantian. The Golden Core slowly rotated, absorbing the surging Spiritual Energy like a great whale drawing water, and the nine patterns on its surface gradually lit up with a faint golden glow.

The barrier between the early and middle stages of the Golden Core began to loosen under the impact of this power.

Crack... crack...

Faint cracking sounds echoed within his body.

Qin Yuan gritted his teeth and pushed his cultivation technique to its limit. Spiritual Energy surged through his meridians like a raging river, repeatedly striking that insurmountable chasm.

After an unknown amount of time.

It felt like a hundred years, yet it also felt like just a moment.

"Rumble--!!!"

The barrier shattered completely!

The Nine Revolutions Golden Core abruptly expanded by a circle, its color shifting from pale gold to pure gold. The patterns on its surface became clearer and deeper, emitting a vast, sea-like pressure.

Golden Core middle stage, achieved!

And not just an ordinary Golden Core middle stage—it was the middle stage of the Nine Revolutions Golden Core!

Qin Yuan opened his eyes, golden light flowing within them. His aura was at least three times stronger than before. His Spiritual Sense range expanded to five thousand zhang, almost covering half of the True Disciple area.

He slowly stood up and walked out of the hall.

In the eastern sky, the morning sun was rising.

"It's time to go meet that Lei Ba."

In the True Disciple area, on the sixteenth peak, "Thunder Peak."

This mountain peak was a hundred zhang taller than Blazing Peak, and its spiritual脉 quality was also better. At the summit, a palace built entirely of black rock stood majestically. In front of the palace, a ten-zhang-tall iron flag was planted, with a huge character "雷" embroidered on its surface.

At this moment, dozens of disciples had gathered on the square, all followers and attendants under Lei Ba.

Lei Ba himself sat astride a stone chair in front of the palace, with two beautiful female cultivators in his arms on either side. Wang Lin, Zhang Hai, and Li Mo knelt before him.

"How is it? Can the Spiritual Energy on Blazing Peak compare to here?" Lei Ba grinned.

Wang Lin and the other two felt the Spiritual Energy, which was several times denser, and their faces were full of flattery. "It can't compare, it can't compare! Senior Brother Lei's place is the true treasure land for cultivation!"

"It's good that you know what's good for you," Lei Ba nodded with satisfaction. "Follow me closely from now on, and you won't lack benefits."

Just as he finished speaking, a calm voice echoed from the mountain path:

"Lei Ba, come out."

The voice was not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire mountain peak.

The square instantly fell silent.

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the mountain path.

Qin Yuan, dressed in a gray robe, walked slowly. His steps were not fast, but he possessed an unhurried aura. As he passed, the onlookers among the disciples retreated to make way.

Lei Ba narrowed his eyes, released the female cultivators in his arms, and slowly stood up.

"Qin Yuan?" He sized Qin Yuan up, and his pupils suddenly contracted. "You... broke through?"

He could feel that Qin Yuan's aura was much stronger than yesterday! This was definitely not the pressure a Golden Core early stage cultivator should possess!

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"A lucky breakthrough," Qin Yuan said calmly. "So I came to spar with you."

"Spar?" Lei Ba sneered. "I think you came here to die!"

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared in the center of the square, ten zhang away from Qin Yuan.

"Since you've come to my doorstep, I'll let you know what a true Golden Core middle stage cultivator is!"

As his voice fell, lightning surged around Lei Ba!

Dazzling electric arcs leaped on his body, emitting "crackling" sounds. He formed hand seals, and dark clouds instantly covered the sky. A lightning bolt as thick as a water bucket tore through the clouds and struck down at Qin Yuan!

A Xuan-tier, low-grade spell, Heavenly Thunder Incantation!

The power of this strike far surpassed Zhao Wuji's Burning Heaven Lion's Wrath! Even before the thunder arrived, the terrifying pressure caused the surrounding disciples' faces to turn pale as they retreated one after another.

Wang Lin and the other two were so scared they collapsed onto the ground, regret surging in their hearts—they never expected Lei Ba's strength to be so terrifying! This strike could probably directly obliterate an early-stage Golden Core!

Facing this world-destroying strike, Qin Yuan still didn't move.

He simply raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently clenched them towards the descending thunderbolt.

"Disperse."

As he uttered this word, the thick thunderbolt suddenly stopped in mid-air!

Then, to everyone's disbelieving eyes, it shattered inch by inch! It turned into sparks all over the sky, vanishing without a trace!

The sneer on Lei Ba's face froze completely.

"Impossible! Even late-stage Golden Core cultivators don't dare to take my Heavenly Thunder Incantation head-on! How could you possibly..."

His words came to an abrupt halt.

Because Qin Yuan moved.

He took a step forward, his figure disappearing from his original spot. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Lei Ba.

It was still that simple punch.

Straight, unadorned, and without any fancy moves.

But the moment this punch was thrown, Lei Ba felt the entire world pressing down on him! The terrifying fist intent locked down all his escape routes, making it impossible for him to even raise his hand to block!

"No—!!!"

He roared, desperately circulating his full body's spiritual energy, the thunderous light on his body flashing wildly as he tried to condense his strongest defense.

But all of it was futile in the face of that punch.

The fist landed on his chest.

"Pfft—!!!"

Lei Ba was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing through half a palace and plowing a ten-zhang-long gash in the ground before finally stopping. His chest was caved in, blood gushed out, and his Golden Core itself had cracks, his cultivation directly dropping back to the early Golden Core stage!

One punch.

Another punch.

The entire scene was dead silent.

All the disciples watching, including the other True Disciples who had come to watch the spectacle, were now staring blankly at the grey-robed figure in the center of the arena.

Wang Lin and the other two looked ashen-faced, collapsed on the ground, trembling all over.

They finally understood what they had missed.

Further away, Wen Ruofeng and Jian Wuhen stood on a mountain peak, watching this scene with complex expressions.

"Fortunately, we didn't make a move," Wen Ruofeng said with a wry smile, fanning himself.

Jian Wuhen stood with his sword in his embrace, his eyes showing solemnity for the first time: "This kid... is not someone to be made an enemy of."

On Thunder Peak, Qin Yuan retracted his fist and looked at the True Disciple stone tablet.

The name "Lei Ba" at the sixteenth position dimmed and disappeared, and a new name appeared:

[Sixteenth: Qin Yuan, Fifth Peak True Disciple, mid-stage Golden Core.]

He turned, glanced at Wang Lin and the other two who were still collapsed on the ground, and left the mountain without a word.

Behind him was the shock and silence of the entire mountain.