Cultivation: I Have a Skill Level Panel

Gu Yun stood tall in the void, his clothes whipping about. His long hair flowed without wind, and his ink-black gaze fell dispassionately on the lifeless Dark Blood Tiger below.

[You skillfully wielded the Wind and Thunder Annihilation Saber in battle. With one slash, wind and thunder rose, and the void was destroyed. Wind and Thunder Annihilation Saber Skill Level +2%]

[You expertly used Starfire Spreads to slay your enemy. One slash incinerated the void, spreading like a prairie fire across the stars. Starfire Spreads Skill Level +2%]

With a flash, he crossed several hundred zhang of empty space in an instant, arriving beside the Dark Blood Tiger's corpse. With a wave of his hand, he stored it in his Storage Ring.

His gaze swept over the chaotic scene—scattered rubble and billowing dust.

The mission was complete.

'Time to leave.'

At this thought, Gu Yun stepped onto the void, creating ripples with each footfall. His body then transformed into a streak of lightning and shot toward the distant horizon.

From a distance, it looked like a bolt of thunder tearing through the dim sky, flashing with a brilliant light before vanishing in an instant.

...

Great Yan Dynasty,

Fengchuan Prefecture City.

Fengchuan Prefecture City had been reduced to complete ruins. Broken walls, collapsed houses, and rivers of blood were everywhere.

Li Xingyue stood on a phantom longsword, hovering above Fengchuan Prefecture City. He gazed down at the city below, which resembled a ghostly domain thick with the aura of Demon Fiends.

His brow furrowed.

He released his Spiritual Sense and perceived that the entire city was devoid of any Demon Fiends.

'Those two Demon Fiends must have left long ago. Who knows where they've fled.'

"Looks like I was too late..." Li Xingyue murmured to himself.

BANG!

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the rubble of a house, and then a person slowly dragged themself out.

"Save... save me!"

The figure was drenched in blood and their face was unrecognizable. They were clearly suffering from extremely severe injuries.

At the same time, their pupils glowed with an inky-black light, a clear sign that the pervasive aura of Demon Fiends had entered their body.

Not even the heavens could save them now.

As expected,

THUD!

After the figure struggled to get those few words out, all life left them. They collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

*Sigh!*

Seeing this, Li Xingyue, still hovering in the air, could not help but let out a soft sigh.

He then transformed into a streaking sword light and sped toward Yanshan Ancient City, which was not far from Fengchuan Prefecture City.

...

「One day later.」

Gu Yun had long since left the Wanyou Mountain Range.

He was now high in the sky, flying across the firmament at a steady pace.

His ink-black eyes, laced with wisps of purple lightning, casually glanced downward.

That's when he discovered something quite interesting.

Below, on a great, endlessly flowing river, a young Spiritual Martial Realm Ninth Layer Cultivator in a white robe, with a longsword on his back, stood on a small skiff, traveling upstream.

Su Changhong stood on the light skiff with his hands behind his back, feeling the constant surge of the great river. From time to time, a gust of wind would blow past, lifting his long hair.

Su Changhong held his head high, chest out, and looked up at the vast, empty surface of the river. In a soft, level voice, he said,

"How much longer are you all going to wait?"

The moment he finished speaking,

BOOM!

six figures shot out from beneath the river's surface, stirring up a great surge of water. They then formed a hexagonal pattern, surrounding Su Changhong.

A tall, thin figure in a gray robe with a sinister, hawk-like face said,

"Tsk, tsk.

So this is the famous genius of the Great Yu Dynasty, Su Changhong!

That head of yours is worth quite a lot!!"

Beside him, a brawny Cultivator in black robes with a conspicuously bald head spoke with a savage grin,

"Second Brother, why are you wasting time talking to him?!

After we finish this job, we, the Six Thieves of Qishan, will go to the Su Family to collect our reward."

"Hahaha!!"

Another man nearby, clad in a black robe with a great saber resting on his shoulder and a scar on his face, chimed in with a ferocious expression,

"Third Brother is right!

This kid,

his strength is probably just a bunch of hot air!!

A genius? I spit on that!!

To think all six of us, the Six Thieves of Qishan, had to be mobilized for a mere pretty boy!!"

The one at the very front, dressed in white with an ordinary face but the most unfathomable aura, said in a deep voice, "Enough talk. Kill him!!"

"Yes, Eldest Brother!!"

The other five responded in unison, their powerful voices seeming to shake the great river itself—an impressive display of momentum!

Su Changhong stood with his hands behind his back on the small skiff, his calm gaze sweeping over the Six Thieves of Qishan who had him surrounded. His expression was as tranquil as an ancient well.

He simply said softly,

"The wind is rising."

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to churn, and a fierce wind swept through. The river water surged, rolling like ocean waves, and the small skiff bobbed violently, looking as if it would capsize at any moment.

BOOM!

The bald, powerfully built Cultivator in black robes erupted with the full force of his Spiritual Martial Ninth Layer Middle Stage cultivation, then revealed a savage smile.

"Heh heh, die for me!!"

He threw a sudden punch, gathering Spiritual Qi that whistled through the air. The attack descended like a mountain, crushing the void as it flew toward Su Changhong!

The scarred, black-robed brute with the great saber on his shoulder also grinned,

"Go to hell!!"

His Spiritual Martial Ninth Layer Middle Stage cultivation erupted, and he unleashed a ferocious slash with his saber.

Sword Qi soared into the air like a raging dragon, piercing the sky. With terrifying momentum, it slashed down violently at Su Changhong.

The other men also unleashed their Spiritual Martial Ninth Layer Middle Stage power, using their vast Spiritual Qi to execute powerful Martial Techniques that tore through the void.

Beam after beam of Spiritual Qi shot toward Su Changhong!

Meanwhile, the man in white with the ordinary face and the strongest aura violently unleashed his Spiritual Martial Realm Ninth Layer Late Stage power. The surrounding river surface instantly began to churn and roil violently.

"Clear and Mysterious Palm!"

Powerful Spiritual Qi gathered as he thrust out a palm. For an instant, the water in a radius of several dozen zhang seemed to tremble. Then, a ghostly blue palm print made of Spiritual Qi appeared, reflected against the sky.

SPLASH!!

It drew upon the vast surrounding currents, and the roiling waves transformed into a boundless, surging tide. The entire area for dozens of zhang around was filled with terrifying and immense Spiritual Power, which then crashed down to annihilate Su Changhong!!

Su Changhong, standing on his small skiff, saw the six powerful attacks coming to deliver a killing blow from all directions.

His expression remained as tranquil as an ancient well as he said coolly,

"Today,

blood will dye this great river red!"

Suddenly, his Spiritual Martial Ninth Layer Middle Stage cultivation erupted. A glint of sword light, incredibly sharp and heart-stoppingly terrifying, flashed in his eyes!

CLANG!

The clear ring of a sword echoed across the heavens and the earth of this endlessly flowing river.

Sharp Sword Qi surged forth, tearing through the sky.

Then, the white-robed young man on the skiff instantly drew his sword.

The flash of his blade was like lightning, illuminating the world over the river and unleashing a brilliant, sharp edge that was impossible to look at directly.

The sharp longsword carved a circular arc through the air, gathering layers of sword shadows before thrusting forward violently!!

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