"It's Abnormal Fire! Charge over and grab it!"
"Get the hell out of my way! That Abnormal Fire is mine!"
"Hahaha! Can any of you move as fast as me? The Abnormal Fire is mine."
The Wei Clan and Sun Clan parties were not the only ones who had entered the canyon. There were also quite a few other small Lineages and Rogue Cultivators.
With the Abnormal Fire right before their eyes, how could they hold back? Their eyes immediately turned bloodshot as they charged forward like mad.
Boom!
Just then, a deafening boom suddenly rang out, and an enormous ferocious tiger totem appeared in midair.
Sun Zhenshan, the Sun Clan's patriarch, stepped into the air and blocked everyone's path.
The enormous black tiger appeared behind him, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, as though it had completely become one with him.
Martial Soul!
That terrifying ferocious tiger totem was none other than Sun Zhenshan's Martial Soul.
"A bunch of fools with a death wish. Do you trash think you're worthy of laying a finger on Abnormal Fire?"
"Die, all of you!"
As a Martial King, Sun Zhenshan's attack shattered stone and startled the heavens. He punched out, carrying terrifying power. The dozen or so fastest people at the front had no chance to resist. In the blink of an eye, that dreadful fist force engulfed them, turning them all into shredded corpses and a rain of blood.
"Attack together! Kill him!"
Someone shouted.
Thus began a frenzied slaughter.
"Father, look over there."
Three more Martial Soul totems suddenly appeared among the Sun Clan party.
But those three did not join the fighting against the other martial artists. Instead, they shared a single target and rushed toward the Abnormal Fire together.
"They're the Sun Clan's three Martial Spirits! Stop them!"
"Charge! Kill anyone who stands in the way!"
The Wei Clan party soon joined the battle as well.
"Wei Tianyang, your opponent is me!"
At that moment, before Wei Tianyang could act, Sun Zhenshan suddenly flew over, driving a vicious punch toward him with overwhelming momentum.
But his first target was not Wei Tianyang. It was Wei Yi beside him!
Wei Yi's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly pulled back.
Unless his brain had short-circuited, how could he possibly clash head-on with a Martial King?
"You dare hurt my son!"
"You're courting death!"
Wei Tianyang's fury sent his hair bristling.
He immediately activated his Martial Soul.
An enormous black bear totem manifested behind him.
At the same time, he drew his weapon, a dark-gold staff as tall as his eyebrows. His downward strike not only shattered Sun Zhenshan's fist force, but also transformed into a massive phantom that crushed toward Sun Zhenshan.
The Wei Clan's three elders also attacked simultaneously, activating their Martial Souls at the same time and quickly intercepting the Sun Clan's three Martial Spirits.
The entire canyon descended into a chaotic melee.
"Everyone, charge with me!"
Seeing the chaotic battle, Wei Yi made a swift decision and immediately took command.
As the Wei Clan Young Master, he naturally had that right.
The Wei Clan still had over a hundred martial artists, including twenty Great Martial Masters. They remained a powerful force.
Under Wei Yi's leadership, they immediately charged toward the Abnormal Fire.
The most important goal of this expedition was to seize the Abnormal Fire. Everything else could be set aside for now.
They mercilessly slaughtered every enemy who blocked their path.
"Die!"
His expression cold, Wei Yi gripped the Qinggang Sword in his right hand and unleashed the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords without pause.
The moves of the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords were not particularly complicated, but they were exceptionally vicious and tricky, and astonishingly fast. It was truly a sword art for slaughter, one ordinary martial artists could not stop at all.
Even a Great Martial Master, caught off guard in the melee, was slain by a single strike from Wei Yi, his head flying high into the air.
Shrouded in the thick stench of blood, Wei Yi resembled a god of death who had walked out of hell. With one man and one sword, he swept all before him.
"Stop them!"
Sun Wenzong gritted his teeth and immediately led the Sun Clan party over to intercept them.
Wei Yi waved his right hand.
The Wei Clan martial artists behind him immediately understood. Led by the twenty Great Martial Masters, over a hundred martial artists fearlessly met the enemy.
Wei Yi did not shrink back either. Unleashing his maxed-out LV10 Blackwater Movement Technique, he instantly became a phantom flickering between substance and illusion. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the layers of people blocking his way and swung his sword straight at their leader, Sun Wenzong.
"Die!"
Wei Yi's eyes brimmed with cold killing intent. He had no intention of showing the slightest mercy to this eyesore, Sun Wenzong. There was only one thought in his mind: send him to the Western Paradise!
The internal Qi in his dantian circulated madly, and the Qinggang Sword became a flash of lightning, thrusting straight at Sun Wenzong's throat.
It was faster than lightning!
Sensing the terrifying power of this strike, Sun Wenzong instantly went pale.
He had only barely broken through to the Martial Master Realm not long ago. The gap between his strength and Wei Yi's was far too great; he could not withstand such a strike at all.
"Retreat!"
Sun Wenzong stumbled backward in panic.
But the Qinggang Sword in Wei Yi's hand pursued him relentlessly, like an awl embedded in bone.
Trembling with terror, Sun Wenzong's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He grabbed his younger brother Sun Wenyuan, who was trying to retreat beside him, and pulled him in front of himself as a shield.
"Big Brother, you!"
Sun Wenyuan's eyes instantly widened.
But Wei Yi would show no mercy. Whether Sun Wenzong or Sun Wenyuan, both were people he was determined to kill. His sword thrust fiercely forward in the blink of an eye. Unable to block it, Sun Wenyuan was pierced straight through the chest.
"No!"
Sun Wenyuan's eyes filled with venomous resentment and unwillingness, but he did not look at Wei Yi, who had taken his life. Instead, he stared fixedly at his elder brother, Sun Wenzong.
He had never imagined that his elder brother, who had always treated him so well, would personally push him into a pit of fire.
Seeing Sun Wenyuan die at Wei Yi's hands, Sun Wenzong felt a trace of guilt well up within him, but determination quickly replaced it. He retreated seven or eight steps in succession and slipped into the protection of the Sun Clan martial artists, then immediately shouted, "Wei Yi killed my brother! He's the Sun Clan's sworn enemy! Whoever kills him, I'll personally grant any request!"
Sun Wenzong had made a weighty promise, and not one of the Sun Clan martial artists remained unmoved.
Even the Great Martial Masters turned toward him one after another.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people had completely surrounded Wei Yi.
"Since you're so determined to court death, I'll oblige you."
"Bloodline Power, erupt!"
A savage ruthlessness flashed in Wei Yi's eyes. Rather than choosing to flee, he activated his Bloodline Power.
His silver-rank bloodline was far stronger than his previous bronze-rank bloodline. Coupled with the fact that Wei Yi was already an Eighth-Stage Martial Master, the boost from his Bloodline Power brought his combat strength straight into the ranks of Great Martial Masters.
"Die!"
As Wei Yi darted about, the Qinggang Sword in his hand thrust out repeatedly.
In the blink of an eye, several Sun Clan martial artists fell victim to him.
Brilliant sword light and an icy presence-even Great Martial Masters could not stop him.
To them, Wei Yi's combat strength was simply too great.
It was not merely that his Bloodline Power was strong. More importantly, his mastery of the Blackwater Movement Technique put him in an unassailable position. Combined with the viciousness of the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords, he was practically a machine harvesting lives. One Sun Clan martial artist after another died at his hands.
Game System notifications rang out continuously.
His experience points kept increasing.
Ding! Player Wei Yi's Eighth-Stage Martial Master experience points are full. Automatically advancing to Ninth-Stage Martial Master.
In an instant, Wei Yi returned to peak condition once more.
No, he was in an even stronger state than before.
Ninth-Stage Martial Master!
He sustained battle through battle, growing stronger with every fight.
Although the Sun Clan had brought over a hundred elite martial artists on this operation, even they could not withstand Wei Yi's frenzied slaughter.
Sun Wenzong was now utterly dumbfounded. Although he had known Wei Yi was strong, he had never imagined he would be this strong.
So many martial artists working together could not kill him, and they even included quite a few Great Martial Masters. Sun Wenzong's eyes filled with terror, his heart consumed by panic. He kept retreating, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into and hide.
But Wei Yi still spotted him.
"Sun Wenzong, hand over your life!"
Wei Yi rushed over in an instant, the Qinggang Sword in his hand thrusting out like lightning, faster than before and even more astonishing in power.
Sun Wenzong's face instantly turned deathly pale.