"Tingjian! Yan Yu!"
At the sight, the disciples of the Cloud Offering Sect cried out and rushed toward the enormous pit.
Boom!
Distracted for an instant, they were blasted several miles away by the eight Cangri Sect disciples. Each fell injured to the ground.
"Die!"
Seeing this, the eight Cangri Sect disciples' eyes gleamed with excitement as they charged at the Cloud Offering Sect disciples.
They drove their Source Power to its limit, determined to kill them all in a single strike!
"Elder Pinghai, Hua Yan... No!"
Lin Shanghai's heart burned with anxiety as he cried out.
"You dare let your attention wander while fighting me?"
Yan Qiuhua sneered, his face darkening. "Die!"
He poured out his Source Power, forming a huge sphere of light that descended toward Lin Shanghai's head.
Such was its ferocity that dust billowed across the surrounding land, and all things turned to ash!
"Sect Master!"
Ji Pinghai and the others cried out.
"You should worry about yourselves!"
The eight Cangri Sect disciples laughed mockingly and charged even faster.
In an instant, everyone from the Cloud Offering Sect was trapped in a desperate situation!
"How dare you!"
At the critical moment, a furious rebuke suddenly rang out.
Boom!
A powerful pressure descended, extinguishing the light sphere's might in an instant.
Crack!
Before the eight Cangri Sect disciples could understand what was happening, they were reduced to ash.
"Hm?!"
Yan Qiuhua's brows shot up. He drove his Source Power to its limit, forming a barrier around himself.
Whoosh!
Even so, he flew away like a kite with its string cut.
"Who... are..."
Yan Qiuhua stared at the blue-clad figure atop the Purple-Gold Gourd, bewildered.
Boom!
Before he could finish his question, he exploded into a cloud of blood.
"Ah!"
Only a shriek of utter despair remained.
"Thank you for saving our sect, Elder Mo!"
Lin Shanghai bowed with clasped fists, full of gratitude.
"Thank you for saving us, Elder Mo!"
Ji Pinghai and the others rose to their feet, grateful beyond words.
"You are all injured. Take these."
Mo Lingyuan smiled faintly and tossed down a bottle of Healing Pills.
"Thank you for the pills, Elder Mo!"
Lin Shanghai hurriedly caught the bottle, as though he had obtained a priceless treasure.
"I have pressing matters to attend to, so I won't stay."
With that, Mo Lingyuan turned into a streak of light and departed.
Clearwind Town.
The Zhang Household.
"Kill!" "Die!"
Cries of battle rang out without pause. Blades flashed through the Zhang Household grounds, where dozens of bodies lay scattered in all directions.
The thick smell of blood spread through the air, making the onlookers retch and their hearts pound.
Most of those bodies belonged to Zhang Household Martial Warriors. After all, they were neither as skilled nor as strong as the Yang Household's.
The remaining Zhang Household Martial Warriors were covered in wounds and drenched in sweat.
"Hahaha! They won't last much longer. Kill!"
Yang Piyuan shouted in excitement, a bloodthirsty gleam bursting from his eyes.
"Kill!" "Kill them all!"
The Yang Household Martial Warriors were just as excited, roaring at the tops of their lungs.
At the sight, fear took root in the Zhang Household Martial Warriors' hearts, and they retreated step by step.
Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi shook their heads.
The Zhang Household will fall today.
Neither felt the slightest pity.
"You killed my clansmen! You deserve to die!"
At that moment, an angry shout suddenly rang out above the Zhang Household grounds.
Boom!
A streak of sword light plunged down between Yang Piyuan's group and the Zhang Household Martial Warriors. Vast Sword Might swept outward in an instant.
It was Zhang Xingfeng. Seeing the corpses strewn across the ground, he struck with a sword blow born of rage and grief.
Boom!
How could mortals withstand a cultivator's Sword Might? Yang Piyuan and the others were sent flying. They crashed to the ground together, too badly wounded to rise.
Yang Piyuan had taken the brunt of it. Every bone and tendon in his body was shattered.
"Ah!"
He screamed in pain. Limp as a heap of mud, he could no longer move.
Whoosh!
With the danger past, Zhang Xingfeng, Dongfang Muxue, and Chen Guyu descended in streaks of light.
"Hm? Cultivators?"
Seeing the three arrive in streaks of light, Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi frowned in surprise.
Why would cultivators come here? Could it be...?
Their hearts skipped a beat. A sense of foreboding seized them.
We're only at the Qi Refinement Third Layer. Those three are far stronger than us. Run!
The thought flashed through both their minds.
They quietly withdrew from the Zhang Household grounds, driving their Source Power as they sprinted away.
"Hm?!"
Dongfang Muxue and Chen Guyu turned and spotted them. They exchanged a glance and activated their Source Power.
Crack!
Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi felt as though their lower bodies had plunged into an ice cellar. The cold was unbearable.
Looking down, they saw countless ice flowers spreading up from their feet, freezing their lower bodies in an instant.
Neither Lü Qiaogu nor Lin Xingqi could take another step!
Boom!
At the same time, two bolts of Divine Thunder fell from the sky and struck the tops of their heads.
Bzz!
Their bodies shook uncontrollably. A numbing sensation swept through them, nearly robbing them of consciousness!
"Spare... spare us, masters, please..."
Their eyes unfocused, they begged for mercy by instinct.
"Spare you?"
Zhang Xingfeng had also noticed Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi trying to flee.
A faint smile touched his lips. "Very well. Just tell me which sect you belong to."
"R-really?"
At the possibility of a way out, a flicker of joy appeared in their eyes.
Zhang Xingfeng gave no answer. He merely stroked Ink Edge and fixed them with a piercing stare.
"We're from the Cangri Sect! What happened today has nothing to do with us. The Yang Household asked us to come and help!"
Lü Qiaogu hurried to speak, dumping all the blame on the Yang Household.
Hearing this, Yang Piyuan and the others cursed Lü Qiaogu in their hearts for having no backbone. He was a disgrace to cultivators.
"Good." Having his answer, Zhang Xingfeng's expression turned cold. "Now you can be on your way!"
He swung Ink Edge, sending a streak of sword light sweeping toward them.
"No! Didn't you say you'd let us go?"
"You... you broke your word! You don't deserve to be a cultivator!"
Watching the vast sword light draw closer, Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi's pupils contracted. They cursed him in furious panic.
They drove their Source Power with all their might, but could not break free of the ice beneath their feet.
"No!"
The sword light swept past. With a final wail, their heads flew into the air.
Spurt!
Blood erupted from their necks like fountains, staining the ground red for several yards around them.
"Ah!"
The onlookers had never witnessed such a bloody scene. Screams rose one after another, and some people fainted outright from fright.
Crash!
As the crowd screamed, Lü Qiaogu's and Lin Xingqi's bodies turned to ice and shattered into pieces.
"Hiss!"
The crowd fell silent in an instant. Everyone drew a sharp breath.
"Keeping my word? That depends on who I'm dealing with!"
Zhang Xingfeng put away Ink Edge and gave a cold laugh.
He turned around. "Thank you both for helping me."
"No need to thank us, Senior Brother."
Dongfang Muxue and Chen Guyu spoke as though it were nothing.
"Xingfeng!" Zhang Qingping rushed out from the household grounds, overjoyed. "Thank goodness you're here!"
"And thank you both for your help, young heroes!"
He turned to Dongfang Muxue and Chen Guyu and clasped his fists in gratitude.
The two responded with faint smiles.
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