A Fox Borrowing a Tiger's Might Meets a Mighty Dragon, the Sixth-Grade Young Master Spills Blood at Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion

Outside Room No. 1 (Top Tier).

"Bang!!!"

With a loud crash, the door, crafted from thousand-year-old spirit wood and covered with defensive arrays, was violently kicked to pieces by the Mid Golden Core guard!

Wood chips flying everywhere!

Inside the room.

Dongfang Yueming had just finished a thoroughly enjoyable "cultivation" session with the Baihu. He casually draped a long robe over his shoulders and sat down by the bed to meditate.

Meanwhile, Baihu and Hong Gui hid behind a screen in the inner room, tidying their clothes.

Upon seeing the group of uninvited guests who had burst through the door, a cold killing intent flashed in Dongfang Yueming's deep eyes.

I finally found a quiet place to rest, and some insolent dog comes barking wildly?

At this moment, the chubby innkeeper, who had been thrown back by the blast, scrambled forward, his face covered in blood, and knelt before Dongfang Yueming, crying out, "Lord Zhao! I failed in my duty! These... these are the leaders of the Blood Sword Sect. They insisted on having this room, and I simply couldn't stop them..."

The fat shopkeeper frantically gave Dongfang Yueming meaningful glances, the meaning of which was clear: a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; the other side has more people and is more powerful, so hurry up and give way!

However, Dongfang Yueming didn't even glance at him.

" From the Shangyin Academy?"

The young master in purple robes swaggered into the room, his gaze sweeping over Dongfang Yueming from head to toe. When he sensed the deliberately feigned "Early Golden Core" aura emanating from Dongfang Yueming, his disdain deepened.

"I am the young master of the Blood Sword Sect. I want this room. For the sake of the academy, I'll give you three breaths to pack your things and get out of the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion. I can overlook your offense of occupying this room."

His tone was condescending, as if he were giving alms to a beggar.

Just then...

Behind the screen in the inner room, Hong Gui and Baihu were already dressed. Hearing the commotion outside, the two women walked out with frosty expressions.

When he saw the two women's stunningly beautiful faces, and their amazing curves and temperament that even their attempts to conceal could not completely hide, he was deeply moved.

The purple-robed young master and his dozen or so Golden Core guards stared wide-eyed!

Even her breathing became rapid.

"Exquisite! This Southern Wasteland actually possesses such a peerless treasure!"

The lewd light in the purple-robed young master's eyes was almost tangible. He greedily licked his lips and slammed the folding fan in his hand against his palm.

"Etc."

He completely ignored Dongfang Yueming, pointed at Hong Gui and Baihu, and laughed arrogantly, "You can leave the room. But these two women must stay! They can warm my bed as compensation for my loss!"

Upon hearing this statement...

Not only were Hong Gui and Baihu furious, their faces turning red with rage, but their murderous intent was also palpable.

Even the fat shopkeeper, kneeling on the ground, closed his eyes in despair. It's over, it's completely over! Forcibly Shangyin Academy —this is practically defying the heavens!

"The Blood Sword Sect, is that right?"

Dongfang Yueming slowly stood up, his voice calm and inscrutable.

"I just wanted a quiet night's rest. Since you yourselves have put your necks on the chopping block..."

The cold indifference in his eyes, like an ancient glacier, caused the surrounding temperature to drop instantly.

"Then, let them all die here."

Hahaha! How arrogant!

The young master in purple robes seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He pointed at Dongfang Yueming and laughed wildly, "A mere outer sect trash in the Early Golden Core stage dares to talk about death with this young master?! Get him! Cripple this brat, leave him with a breath, so he can watch with his own eyes how this young master plays with his woman!"

"Yes, sir!"

A dozen guards at the Early Golden Core Realm roared in unison, their crimson magical power erupting like a dozen hungry wolves. They drew their magical weapons and pounced fiercely towards Dongfang Yueming!

"Sir, run!" The fat shopkeeper was so frightened that he covered his head and ran away, screaming with his eyes closed.

Faced with such a terrifying siege, enough to flatten a small town.

Dongfang Yueming didn't even move an inch.

"Too weak."

Dongfang Yueming didn't even move an inch.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the [Leakless Golden Core] in his dantian circulated rapidly, instantly connecting with the laws of this world through a vast and pure Golden Core core power.

[Heaven Grade attack Spell - "Taixu Annihilation Light"]!

[Spell's Ultimate Secret - The Return of All Things]!

"Buzz--!!!"

There was no violent airflow, nor a deafening roar.

A profound, deep Purple-Gold Divine Light, seemingly capable of devouring all light and laws, silently erupted from Dongfang Yueming's fingertip, instantly engulfing the entire room!

"Snap! Snap!"

The Spell shields and magical treasures that the dozen or so Golden Core Realm guards were so proud of melted and disintegrated the moment they came into contact with this Purple-Gold Divine Light, just like snow meeting boiling water. They didn't even last a second before crumbling away!

Immediately afterwards.

Under the extremely terrified, as if they had seen a ghost, gazes of the young man in the purple robe and the fat shopkeeper.

Those dozen or so Golden Core Realm experts, along with their Golden Core, were actually wiped out in mid-air by this power of law!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

More than a dozen plumes of blood mist bloomed simultaneously in the room! Before they could even scream, they were reduced to blood and the finest powder under the collapsing laws of the "Taixu Annihilation Light"!

Pure Spell kill!

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The entire room, number one in the Heavenly tier, was filled with an overwhelming, pungent smell of blood.

"You... you..."

The once arrogant and domineering young master in purple robes now looked ashen white, devoid of any color. His hand holding the folding fan trembled violently, and with a "clatter," the fan fell to the ground.

He never expected that a mere "outer disciple" of the Shangyin Academy could unleash such a terrifying Spell with a simple gesture, instantly killing more than a dozen Golden Core Realm guards!

This guy is an outer disciple?! Even the elders of their Blood Sword Sect couldn't match this level of combat power!