Sweeping Away Rotten Wood!

The force the Li Family had deployed to kill Ning Chuan was nothing short of extravagant.

Two Dao Foundation Realm warriors and over a dozen Spirit Sea Realm warriors-such a force would have been enough to surround and kill even a Dao Foundation warrior, let alone Ning Chuan, who was in the Spirit Sea Realm.

Moreover, they struck ruthlessly, showing not the slightest carelessness just because Ning Chuan was in the Spirit Sea Realm.

The archers attacked first from a distance, followed by the two Dao Foundation Realm warriors, Li Hu and Yuan Ying. They sought to kill him in a single blow, leaving Ning Chuan no chance to resist.

Their main reason was their fear of reinforcements from the City Lord's Manor and the Treasure Pavilion. They intended to kill Ning Chuan before help arrived.

Ning Chuan felt that tremendous pressure, but there was not a trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, his fighting spirit surged, and the hot blood throughout his body began to boil.

Whoosh!

His body darted sideways like a hunting leopard. Driving the Wandering Dragon Movement Technique to its limit, he seemed to leave trails of afterimages in the air, evading every arrow as well as Li Hu's saber strike from behind.

Ahead, Yuan Ying's Ghost-Head Saber descended upon him with fierce, overwhelming power, as though intent on cleaving Ning Chuan in two.

Ning Chuan did not dodge. Instead, he stamped down hard, and the Purple Thunder Spear in his hand blazed with brilliant light. It thrust out like lightning as the Ninefold Thunder Spear erupted!

Clang!

The Purple Thunder Spear struck with peerless sharpness, colliding with the Ghost-Head Saber in a rapid burst of explosive clangs and flying sparks.

Crack!

The Ghost-Head Saber shuddered violently. Though it was a high-grade spirit weapon, it could not withstand the might of a spirit artifact, and cracks instantly spread across it.

Then the Purple Thunder Spear pierced straight through the Ghost-Head Saber, snapping it in two!

At the same time, Ning Chuan instantly changed direction and closed in on Yuan Ying. The Purple Thunder Spear darted out like a venomous snake, stabbing toward the center of Yuan Ying's brow.

The strike was swift, precise, and vicious, as though it would pierce Yuan Ying's brow and nail him dead on the spot!

The vicious grin on Yuan Ying's face froze, and utter horror filled his eyes. Although he had attacked with all his strength and held nothing back, knowing that Ning Chuan was only in the Spirit Sea Realm had still made him underestimate his opponent.

In his view, with him and Li Hu attacking from front and rear and archers surrounding them, Ning Chuan was certain to die, however powerful he might be.

But he had underestimated both Ning Chuan's fighting prowess and the might of the Purple Thunder Spear!

Facing the terrifying radiance of the Purple Thunder Spear, a trace of fear appeared in Yuan Ying's eyes. His scalp prickled as he pushed his Dao Foundation Realm cultivation to its limit.

He threw a punch while abruptly twisting aside!

Squelch!

Blood sprayed. Although Yuan Ying avoided the lethal strike, the Purple Thunder Spear instantly tore through the protective spiritual energy around his arm and pierced straight through it.

Yuan Ying screamed and staggered backward.

"Ning Chuan, you're courting death!"

Behind him, Li Hu saw Ning Chuan destroy Yuan Ying's weapon and pierce his arm in a single exchange. Shocked and furious, he roared and swung his saber at Ning Chuan.

Boom!

Fierce saber light swept across several yards like a snow-white ribbon stretching into a rainbow, shredding the surrounding branches and leaves into dust.

But Ning Chuan paid Li Hu no heed.

As though he had known Li Hu would attack, he did not seize the chance to pursue Yuan Ying. Instead, he employed the Wandering Dragon Movement Technique, darting away like a phantom and evading Li Hu's furious strike at an inconceivable angle.

With the Purple Thunder Spear in hand, Ning Chuan unleashed a sweep that could rout an army, charging toward the Spirit Sea Realm warriors holding bows!

In Ning Chuan's eyes, these archers posed an enormous threat. Working with Li Hu and Yuan Ying, they could unleash terrifying killing power. He had to eliminate them first before he could focus on the two Dao Foundation Realm warriors!

Boom!

Li Hu's saber struck empty air and severed an ancient tree at its waist. Branches and leaves flew as the earth rumbled.

At the same time, Ning Chuan's Purple Thunder Spear slammed into two Spirit Sea Realm warriors, shattering their organs and sending them flying, vomiting blood. They died instantly.

Hum!

The Purple Thunder Spear hummed and quivered. Like a purple thunder dragon, it thrust out from Ning Chuan's hands with blinding speed.

A glint of cold light flashed as the Purple Thunder Spear struck several times in succession. Each thrust pierced a throat, a brow, or a heart.

Ning Chuan employed the Wandering Dragon Movement Technique as the Purple Thunder Spear mercilessly reaped lives. Almost in the blink of an eye, more than half of the dozen-plus Spirit Sea Realm warriors had died at his hands!

"Ning Chuan, stop dodging and fight me if you've got the guts!"

At the sight, Li Hu grew even more shocked and furious, nearly exploding with rage. He roared, his saber light sweeping through the fallen leaves and weaving into a vast sea that surged madly toward Ning Chuan.

"Die!"

Yuan Ying's eyes were blood-red, his face increasingly savage. Ignoring the injury to his arm, he abruptly struck a palm toward Ning Chuan. Spiritual energy erupted with enough force to topple mountains and overturn seas as he sought to blast Ning Chuan to death!

Both were filled with fury, shock, and bewilderment. They simply could not believe it. How could Ning Chuan, a mere Spirit Sea Realm warrior, possess such terrifying fighting prowess?

Squelch!

Yet Ning Chuan refused to become entangled in their attacks. The Wandering Dragon Movement Technique left trails of afterimages as he evaded Li Hu and Yuan Ying's frenzied assaults by a hair's breadth, all while the Purple Thunder Spear continued to reap lives.

Soon, Ning Chuan had slaughtered every one of the dozen-plus archers!

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Ning Chuan held the Purple Thunder Spear, his black robes snapping in the wind. Blazing, razor-sharp light streamed from the spear, accompanied by the faint roar of thunder.

Facing Yuan Ying and Li Hu, who were nearly mad with rage, Ning Chuan spoke with a cold sneer. He stopped dodging, leveled the Purple Thunder Spear, and charged at them!