Seeing that the time was right.
"Now!" Zhao Yan shouted, his figure suddenly rushing towards the other side of the barrier.
There, the light from the light shield seemed dimmer than elsewhere.
Lin Yu watched Zhao Yan's departing figure but did not join in.
In a battle between Grandmaster, for an ordinary person to rush in would be suicide.
Zhao Yan concentrated all his True Ki on the cold blade and thrust it towards the barrier, adding to the energy consumed by the Golden Bull Martial Arts School earlier.
"Snap!"
The already precarious light shield finally gave way and shattered.
"Someone's attacking!"
The two leading Great Grandmaster of the Golden Bull Martial Arts School reacted extremely quickly, noticing the anomaly almost the instant the light barrier shattered.
The Great Grandmaster, wielding his golden mace, roared, "You lot, go and stop him! Don't let him get near the inheritance!"
He exchanged a glance with his companion, then without hesitation abandoned his disciple and rushed straight towards the wooden box and the secret manual in front of the skeleton in the center of the altar!
For them, the primary goal is to ensure the inheritance and the acquisition of the Spirit Jade.
"Scum! You think you can stop me?!"
The treasure was right before his eyes, yet he couldn't get his hands on it. Zhao Yan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he brandished his cold blade like the wind.
His figure weaved through the encirclement, spraying blood everywhere.
A bunch of lackeys who aren't even Grandmaster trying to stop Grandmaster martial artist is clearly delusional.
In the blink of an eye, the seven or eight disciples who tried to stop him were either dead or injured, lying on the ground.
He didn't even glance at his disciples groaning on the ground; his eyes were fixed on the direction of the Old Man Black Wind. He pushed off with his feet, closely following the footsteps of the two Great Grandmaster.
Taking advantage of Zhao Yan drawing a large amount of firepower, they created immense chaos.
Lin Yu calmly analyzed the situation.
"Both Great Grandmaster went in to seize the inheritance, and the remaining underlings were mostly slaughtered by Zhao Yan. Now is the time to scavenge their corpses."
His gaze swept quickly across the still-warm corpses on the battlefield.
"An opportunity!" Lin Yu's eyes narrowed.
Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn, he moved stealthily, hiding in the shadows against the wall.
He moved swiftly among the corpses on the battlefield.
Thanks to Zhao Yan's ferocity, those lying on the ground are either dead or critically injured and close to death.
Those disciples who survived from the Golden Bull Martial Arts School were terrified of being killed, so they dropped their weapons and ran away, having no time to care about Lin Yu.
Lin Yu's actions became increasingly bold, and his goals became clear.
The corpses of those who had just been killed by Zhao Yan, dressed in the uniforms of the inner disciples of the Golden Bull Martial Arts School.
Those disciples who were able to enter the core area alongside the two Great Grandmaster were undoubtedly the elite of the martial arts school, with far greater wealth than the miscellaneous disciples on the periphery.
He moved swiftly and with precision.
They fumbled in the inner pockets of his clothes, the waistband, the hidden pockets in his sleeves, and almost pulled off his pants.
Pills, money, secret manuals, and weapons—the value of these items may not be immediately apparent, but for Lin Yu, who was penniless, they represented a huge sum of money!
More importantly, he found a booklet with the title "Golden Bull Art" on the cover from a martial artist who seemed to be a true disciple of the True Condensation Realm.
And several bottles of pills labeled "Bone-Tempering Pill" and "Blood-Strengthening Powder".
This is clearly the core technique and accompanying supplementary elixirs of the Golden Bull Martial Arts School.
In this process, it is inevitable that some will not be completely dead.
"Rest in peace." Lin Yu, upholding humanitarian principles, used the victim's own weapon to give him a swift end.
Looking at his eyes and trembling hands as he lay dying, it was clear that this martial artist was also grateful to Lin Yu.
Meanwhile, the Great Grandmaster Golden Mace and the Grandmaster of Water-Dividing Thorn had already rushed to the remains of the Old Man Black Wind.
Both of them had their eyes fixed on the two treasures, clearly determined to obtain them.
One person reached for the ancient wooden box that radiated an alluring spiritual light, while the other reached for the secret manual beside it.
However, just as their fingertips were about to touch the treasure...
A sudden change has occurred!
The seemingly harmless skeleton, which had been dead for who knows how many years, suddenly had two eerie green flames ignite deep within its empty eye sockets without warning.
Immediately afterwards, two pillars of fire shot out like venomous snakes.
It precisely attached itself to the outstretched arms of the two Great Grandmaster.
"Oh no! This Old Man Black Wind is leaving behind a trump card before he dies!" Great Grandmaster Golden Mace's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he exclaimed in horror.
"It's the Bone-Eroding Yin Fire." Another Great Grandmaster broke out in a cold sweat after recognizing the flames.
This move is none other than the Old Man Black Wind's signature technique, the Bone-Eroding Yin Fire.
When it strikes, it's like a chilling wind, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake.
The two reacted extremely quickly, immediately trying to back away and circulating their True Essence to force the strange flames out of their bodies.
However, once this eerie green flame touched the body, it was like a bone-deep infection, and it was not dispersed by the True Essence.
Instead, it used their True Essence as fuel, burning greedily along their meridians.
Even more terrifying, it was spreading rapidly, feeding on the flesh and blood of the two people, and burning ever brighter!
"Ah--!" Great Grandmaster Jin Jian let out a painful groan, and his entire right sleeve instantly turned to ashes.
Strange flame patterns appeared on his skin and quickly spread towards his shoulders.
"Senior brother, this fire is evil and can't be extinguished!" Another Great Grandmaster's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his voice was trembling.
"Sever his arm!" Great Grandmaster Jin Jian's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He too was entangled in Yin Fire, which was frantically devouring his True Essence and life force.
"This..." Upon hearing this, the junior brother quickly dissuaded his senior brother from believing in other methods.
Just as the two were struggling against the Bone-Eroding Yin Fire...
"Hahaha! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
A series of maniacal, wicked laughs echoed from the entrance.
Covered in blood and exuding a murderous aura, Zhao Yan strode in, carrying a dripping, cold blade.
His gaze swept over the two Great Grandmaster struggling in agony on the altar, then fell upon the two treasures that were so close yet within reach.
A smile of unusual excitement graced his face.
"Elder Feng really did have a trick up his sleeve! You two fools, did you really think the Martial Venerable's inheritance was so easy to obtain?" Zhao Yan sneered.
"If you had taken the Spirit Jade, it would have been a bit tricky for me to snatch it back, but now it's come to me without any effort at all."
"That saved me a lot of trouble."
"Although this Bone-Eroding Yin Fire is vicious, judging from its momentum, this old ghost's remaining power won't last much longer."
"I'll clean up the mess after you've been burned to a crisp."
Zhao Yan did not rush forward. Instead, he stood not far away with his arms crossed, watching the two struggle as if it were a drama.
Upon hearing this, the two brothers were also filled with rage.
When have these two Great Grandmaster ever been treated like monkeys?
"Junior brother, you can't hesitate any longer!" Great Grandmaster Jin Jian suddenly looked at his junior brother, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"The Bone-Eroding Yin Fire has already invaded our meridians; ordinary methods simply cannot force it out! If we don't sever our arms, we will surely die today, and this eunuch will only benefit us!"
The junior apprentice felt the excruciating pain in his arm and the rapidly draining strength.
Finally, gritting his teeth, he nodded, his eyes filled with resentment. "Alright, Senior Brother."
Zhao Yan stood to the side, arms crossed, watching this scene with a sense of satisfaction.
Will he escape by easily severing his arm, just as the two of them wish?