Hurts, Doesn't It?

"Click!"

The sound of bones being crushed came from Irbu's neck. In that instant, Irbu broke off his own finger, turning the blood-soaked severed finger into a crimson, twisted talisman.

One after another, crimson, twisted runes covered Wei Yuan, seeping into his body.

This is not a physical attack; even a warrior's iron skin cannot defend against it. This is a sorcerer's curse.

There are two forms of curse killing. The first is to obtain the target's blood, hair, or even personal clothing and items, and use these as a medium to launch the curse killing.

Upon reaching the third rank, one can perform a curse from a distance without any medium, but the effect is greatly reduced.

Another form involves using one's own flesh and blood to launch a curse attack on the target.

This form of action is contingent upon the enemy inflicting damage upon you.

The blood-red talisman corroded Wei Yuan's Primordial Spirit, eroding his Qi and Blood and causing him to momentarily stagnate. But in the next second, all the negative effects were destroyed by the powerful aura of the martial artist.

But for Irbu, that one second was enough.

He crushed a compass Law Artifact, his figure vanished abruptly, and reappeared hundreds of feet away in the air. He summoned a bird phantom, whose sharp claws gripped his shoulders, and he quickly fled towards Jingshan.

The seriously injured Irbu chose to summon the spirit of a bird-like Demon Beast to escape.

A burst of bloody light rose from Irbu's body, repairing injuries that would be fatal to a low-grade cultivator.

The ability of a ninth-grade blood spirit to stimulate Qi and Blood will undergo a qualitative leap at higher grades, not much different from a martial artist's ability to regenerate severed limbs. The difference is that the former consumes more spiritual energy.

A martial artist can regenerate limbs without paying a heavy price, because this is a "talent" of an immortal martial artist.

A third-rank master is not so easy to kill. Regardless of the system, a third-rank master has already transcended ordinary people.

On the shore and on the warships, the Witch God Cult and the Great Feng army, witnessing this scene, were dumbfounded.

Zhang Kaitai and the others were in tears. Apart from a very few confidants, most of them did not know how powerful Wei Yuan was back then. The secret battles in which he ambushed and killed the demons, the Gu clan, and the peak experts of the Witch God Sect were all planned and carried out by him and led by Buddhist School experts.

On the battlefield, where they clashed head-on, he strategized and rarely took action.

After the Battle of Shanhai Pass, Wei Yuan, for reasons unknown, crippled his cultivation, like a tiger that had cut off its own claws and teeth, willingly relegating himself to the court as a mortal.

No one remembers the glory of this peak martial artist.

Twenty-one years later, he finally revealed his invincible brilliance once again.

The soldiers, unaware of the truth, felt their past understanding being overturned. At first, they were incredulous, and then their chests were filled with ecstatic joy, like the surging tide beneath their feet.

This is the Great Feng God.

This is truly the military god of our Great Feng.

Now that they've reached the headquarters of the Witch God Cult, this can't be a trivial matter that's all bark and no bite.

In contrast to the cheers and jubilation of the Great Feng soldiers, the sorcerers and Rogue Person in the Witch God Sect camp were all trembling with fear.

It wasn't just Elder Irbu who was defeated in one move; the wise wizards were also forced to retreat because they sensed that this battle would be far worse and more terrifying than they had imagined.

The overall strength of the Witch God Sect's headquarters is definitely no less than that of the capital of the Great Feng Dynasty. Although Wei Yuan has accumulated a great reputation in the Battle of Shanhai Pass, no one believes that he can really pose a threat to Jingshan City.

At most, it's like biting off a piece of flesh; it hurts, but it's not unbearable.

The Great Feng army is coming in with overwhelming force, but they don't have a single top-tier expert. How can they threaten the main altar of the Witch God Cult?

And now, this military god of the Great Feng is also an incredibly powerful figure of unbelievable rank.

The illusory giant bird, carrying Irbu, swept across the vast ocean, skimmed over the mountains and forests, landed on the cliff face, and stopped beside the great wizard Salen Agu.

It was at this moment that Wuda Pagoda, the Grand Preceptor of Kang Kingdom, finally arrived, riding on a dark light, heading straight for the mountain peak with a clear objective.

Apart from the Grand Preceptor of Jingguo, who was in the Northern Territory and engaged in a fierce battle with Zhu Jiu and was unable to return, the top wizards of the Witch God Cult gathered together.

This relieved the wizards and defenders who had already withdrawn from the artillery bombardment range, and also put the minds of the martial arts practitioners in the Northeast at ease.

On the flagship, Wei Yuan ordered, "Charge into Jingshan City and massacre the inhabitants!"

Or it was a massacre of the city.

War shakes destiny, and slaughter weakens destiny.

"Slaughter the city!"

"Slaughter the city!"

"Massacre of the city."

The roars of the Great Feng soldiers echoed across the sea, their momentum unstoppable.

Since the founding of the Witch God Cult, for over a thousand years, no large army has ever invaded Jingshan City, let alone massacred the entire city.

They are going to break new ground in history!

To promote the prestige of the Central Plains Great Feng national power.

The warship slowly approached the shore, its heavy footboards slamming onto the sand. Infantrymen, armed with swords, crossbows, or muskets, rushed down from the deck to guard the surroundings.

Then the cavalrymen led their horses and galloped off the ship.

Finally, the artillerymen pushed their cannons and ballistae down the ramps.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

As soon as the Great Feng army landed, archers lying in ambush in the mountains and forests immediately attacked.

Amidst the clanging sounds, most of the arrows were blocked by the shields forged from fine iron, while a small number of arrows, fired by skilled archers, pierced through the shields, taking the lives of one soldier after another.

With a flick of his thumb, Zhang Kaitai drew his sword with a clang, unleashing a dazzling sword light that cleaved through the rain of arrows.

He vanished instantly, and then screams echoed from the woods near the beach.

This fourth-rank expert, who had once rendered Chu Yuanzhen utterly helpless, was like a wolf among sheep, unleashing a bloodbath.

The Great Feng Army's top fighters rushed into the dense forest to buy time for the army's landing.

The war started on the coast, spread all the way up to Jingshan, and reached the main altar, Jingshan City, not far away.

Salun Agu gazed ahead at the figure in blue robes floating in mid-air, stroking the lamb in his arms as he smiled:

"Twenty years ago, I predicted that twenty years later, the Great Feng would produce a brave and invincible warrior. I thought you were a hero with a short temper, but I didn't expect you to have been keeping a low profile all this time. Let me see if you are a second-rank or a first-rank warrior."

"Irbu, Udapa, you two give him a try."

The two third-rank wizards of the Witch God Cult showed no fear or hesitation. Each of them summoned a heroic spirit. Irbu was still the same warrior spirit as before. He seized the power of the heroic spirit and transformed into a giant.

At the top of the Uda Pagoda is a fierce-looking monk with a muscular, bald head, a Vajra of Buddhist School.

Every wizard will try their best to kill the masters of various systems in order to establish causality and summon the heroic spirits of the opponents.

This can enrich their methods of combat, allowing them to summon different types of heroic spirits to counter different enemies.

However, if the opponent is a warrior, the wizards will decisively and without hesitation summon the warrior's spirit.

Only a warrior can defeat another warrior.

Only a warrior can withstand a warrior's beating.

The Uda Pagoda summoned a third-rank Vajra, who was essentially a martial artist with superior physical defense.

After completing the summoning, the two imperial advisors raised their hands, palms facing Wei Yuan: "Die!"

Remote Curse Killing Technique!

Wei Yuan's movements froze briefly, as if some kind of force was eroding his body.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, two high-ranking wizards attacked from both sides; at this moment, they were equivalent to two immortal warriors.

"Bang! Bang!"

With two resounding booms, Irbu and Uda Pagoda were sent flying backward, their illusory images above them dissipating.

Wei Yuan did not attempt to pursue them. He did not believe he could quickly kill two third-rank masters in front of a first-rank Grand Wizard.

"A martial artist's level is reached step by step. What you've borrowed is merely strength and defense, nothing more. Against a martial artist of a higher rank, you're utterly vulnerable."

Wei Yuan shook his head.

Salen Agu waved his hand, sending the two wizards away to a distance, and looked at Wei Yuan with admiration, saying:

"You've touched the Daoist School Integration realm, but your Qi and Blood are a bit weak. You only have the Qi and Blood of the peak of the third rank, which is the level of the Dao Integration realm. Hmm, if I'm not mistaken, you should have preserved your original Qi and Blood and qi by turning it into a blood pill. In the past twenty years, your realm has improved, but your physical body and qi have remained at the third rank."

"Give you another two or three years to adjust, and you'll be able to smoothly enter the second rank. How did you manage to hide it from Yuan Jing?"

Wei Yuan calmly replied, "I behaved myself well for the first ten years, but the last ten years were a bit boring, so I decided to resume my Martial Dao. Therefore, I sought out the Supervisor to shield me from the heavenly secrets. However, Yuan Jing eventually discovered it."

"To destroy and then to build, that's right."

Salun Agu nodded. "The supervisor must be furious. If you hadn't crippled your cultivation back then, you wouldn't be dead here today."

Wei Yuan looked towards the valley, towards the towering altar, and calmly announced, "I'm going to seal the Witch God."

With each step he took, he covered a hundred feet.

The second step will take you to the altar in the valley.

Wei Yuan took his second step and returned to Salun Agu's side, as if time had been reset.

The high priest smiled and said, "I have become one with this world. You could spend your entire life and still not reach the altar."

The great wizard raised his hand and gently pressed down.

In an instant, it seemed as if the power of the entire world was being exerted upon Wei Yuan, causing his bones to crack and his divine light to be obstructed.

Great Wizard!

By harnessing the power of heaven and earth, and controlling the forces of nature, one becomes an unrivaled ruler of the world.

This is the highest grade.

Under immense pressure, Wei Yuan unleashed dozens of punches in an instant, all of which missed their mark. However, Salun Agu did not dodge at all; it was Wei Yuan's own fists that avoided his opponent's attacks.

"That's interesting!"

Wei Yuan's lips curled slightly. He stopped throwing punches, put his palms together, and thrust forward.

Then, with a forceful tear, it was as if an invisible curtain had been ripped open, and heaven and earth returned to their original state.

Salun Agu frowned slightly.

"I forgot to tell you, the essence I comprehended when I reached the fourth rank was called 'Breaking the Formation.'" Wei Yuan's smile was gentle.

"After attaining enlightenment, there is no way in the world that can bind me."

Before Wei Yuan could reap the rewards of deciphering the Great Wizard's secrets, an unreal phantom descended, solidifying above Arunagu's head. Then, this first-rank Great Wizard punched Wei Yuan, sending him flying.

Boom!

Wei Yuan plunged into the vast ocean, creating towering waves hundreds of feet high, a truly magnificent sight.

Salun Agu stood atop the mountain, overlooking Wei Yuan emerging from the sea, his hands clasped behind his back, and said calmly:

"More than a thousand years ago, a prince of the Great Zhou, a second-rank military officer, was like you, traversing hundreds of miles and even reaching the capital of the Yan Kingdom. At that time, the God of Sorcery had already been sealed by the Confucian Sage and could not make a move. The one who truly annihilated him was me. Can you, Wei Yuan, be stronger than that prince of the Great Zhou back then?"

The wizard's ability to summon heroic spirits is the core skill of a fifth-rank initiation, but a fifth-rank initiation can only summon the heroic spirits of ancestors.

Upon reaching a higher level, this ability undergoes a transformation. In addition to ancestors, one can summon the spirits of those with whom one has karmic entanglements, including but not limited to friends, enemies, and defeated subordinates.

Theoretically speaking, Salun Agu could even summon the spirit of the first supervisor, since he was his disciple.

But it never succeeded; modern oversight has eliminated this possibility.

Wei Yuan leaped into the air, soaring straight into the clouds, then suddenly turned and swooped down from the sky.

Salun Agu extended his right hand from his hemp-colored robe and threw a punch in mid-air to meet the attack.

Buzz!

Soldiers from both sides fighting in the distance witnessed a truly spectacular scene: a massive ripple, seemingly sweeping across the heavens and earth, suddenly appeared atop Jingshan Mountain.

The ripples swept across the mountains, turning the forests to dust; they swept across the ocean, sending waves soaring hundreds of meters high.

The cliff face beneath Salun Agu's feet cracked repeatedly, splitting into fissures. A few seconds later, the entire cliff collapsed, sending rocks tumbling into the sea.

The ground beneath his feet rapidly collapsed, but Salun Agu remained unmoved, slowly clenching his left fist.

As he threw this punch, Wei Yuan felt as if the entire world was against him, the magnificent and unparalleled power of heaven and earth merging into his fist.

When!

The fist slammed into Wei Yuan's chest, and the divine radiance on his body shattered like broken glass, disintegrating into tiny fragments of light.

Wei Yuan's sternum was shattered by this punch, and he inevitably coughed up blood.

Salun Agu beckoned, drawing a stream of blood which he smeared on his palm. He then aimed it at Wei Yuan and unleashed a curse, "Die!"

Beside them, Irbu and Wudabaota made the same move, drawing a small amount of Wei Yuan's blood and unleashing a curse, "Die!"

A high-ranking wizard and two spiritual masters simultaneously unleashed a curse spell on Wei Yuan.

Bang bang bang. The sound of collapsing kept coming from Wei Yuan's body, and streams of blood mist gushed out from his pores.

At this moment, he seemed to be enduring unimaginable pain, so much so that this once Great Feng who had faced thousands of troops without flinching let out a painful, inhuman roar.

Salun Agu appeared above Wei Yuan's head, slowly clenching his fist. The spirit of the Great Zhou prince clenched his fist in sync with him.

A dull popping sound came from between his fingers, as if he had cracked the air.

Salun Agu pulled his right arm back, gathered his strength slightly, and then punched Wei Yuan in the head.

In that critical moment, Wei Yuan's martial arts instincts brought him back to his senses, and he made a crucial life-saving move—leaning backward!

The fist pierced his chest, protruding from his backside, along with flesh and a small portion of his spine.

"In the past two thousand years, you are one of the most talented people I have ever seen. Neither the founding emperor nor the later Martial Emperor could compare to you. It would be a real pity to kill you."

Salen Agu's arms grew several sizes thicker, his muscles bulging, and he was about to shatter Wei Yuan's body when, in the next second, his aura suddenly leaked out like a tidal wave.

The phantom image of the Prince of Great Zhou flickered several times before dissipating.

Salun Agu, the great shaman of the Witch God Cult and one of the few top-tier experts in the Nine Provinces, looked down in disbelief at the ancient carving knife stuck in his chest.

"Does it hurt?" Wei Yuan said with a warm smile.