Black Wind Abyss Valley.
The words had barely faded when nineteen members of the Treasure Pavilion’s Medicine Collection Team fanned out to surround them. Their leader was a gray-haired, hawk-eyed old man whose aura was as deep and still as an abyss. He was at the True Essence Late Stage Peak of cultivation.
His gaze swept over the bodies of Li Feng and his men, as well as the corpse of the Mountain-Devouring Ghost Ape, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"You’ve only been at the Main Courtyard for a little over a month, yet you managed to kill a Tier Three Mountain-Devouring Ghost Ape on your own. Even that punk Li Feng fell at your hands..."
The old man’s voice was raspy. "Liang Cheng, you truly are a genius. Unfortunately, you’ve offended someone you shouldn’t have."
Liang Cheng clutched the wound on his left shoulder, his right hand resting on his saber as his mind raced.
’Nineteen opponents. Two in the True Essence Realm—one at the Late Stage Peak, the other at the Middle Stage. Five in the True Qi Realm, and twelve at the Transformation Force level. With my injured shoulder, I stand no chance in a head-on clash.’
His left hand stealthily reached into his robes for his Communication Jade Token.
"Trying to call for help?"
Seeing this, the gray-haired old man sneered. His figure moved like a phantom as his five withered fingers clawed for Liang Cheng’s throat, a faint black aura swirling around their tips!
Liang Cheng was forced to abandon his attempt. He brought his Zhenxian Saber up in a fierce slash at the old man’s wrist. The elder changed his clawing motion to a palm strike, slapping the flat of the blade.
DANG!
An immense force surged through the saber, forcing Liang Cheng back three steps. The webbing of his hand went numb.
The other expert, the True Essence Realm Middle Stage man known as Scarface, seized the opportunity. He lunged from the flank, stabbing a short spike toward Liang Cheng’s ribs.
The five in the True Qi Realm spread out to block his escape, while the twelve Transformation Force cultivators circled the perimeter, ready to land a finishing blow at any moment.
Liang Cheng twisted sharply, using his Wandering Dragon Step. A curtain of light from his saber parried Scarface’s spike, but his heart sank. Their coordination was flawless, every move aimed at a vital point. They were clearly a veteran crew of killers.
’Unfortunately, they aren’t giving me any time to crush the Communication Jade Token!’
The gray-haired old man’s withered fingers once again became five black streaks of light, tearing through the air toward Liang Cheng’s throat. The blast of Power from the attack sent a searing pain through his shoulder wound.
But instead of retreating, he advanced. The gravel under his feet shattered as he shot forward like an arrow released from a taut bowstring, charging straight into the attack to get within half a foot of the old man!
Mixed Element Gang Body!
"You’re courting death!"
The old man sneered and switched tactics, his claw becoming a palm as black qi roiled like ink within it. But Liang Cheng’s daring advance was all for the sake of seizing this momentary opening.
His right hand, holding the Zhenxian Saber, remained still. But his left hand shot out, the Sleeve Sword striking like a viper from its den, flicking upward toward the veins on the old man’s right wrist.
Profound Yin Sword Technique—Bone Penetration!
The gray-black Sword Qi condensed into a single line, so fast it was nothing but an afterimage.
The old man’s pupils contracted. He hastily withdrew his palm, but the Sword Qi still ripped through his sleeve.
Enraged, the old man was about to press the attack when Scarface’s spike arced like a scorpion’s stinger, stabbing from Liang Cheng’s blind spot toward his lower back.
The strike was completely silent. The hairs on the back of Liang Cheng’s neck stood up. With no time to turn, he stomped his left foot hard and spun like a top, his Zhenxian Saber carving a wide arc as it moved with him!
DANG—!
Saber and spike collided, sending sparks flying.
Scarface felt a surge of Power travel up the spike, coming in waves like a relentless tide and numbing his entire arm.
It was the Broken Wave Technique’s Ninth Layer Force!
But the old man’s attack had already arrived. It was checkmate!
Liang Cheng took a deep breath. The nine True Essence Light Groups inside him spun madly as he pushed his Mixed Element Gang Body to its absolute limit. A tangible, pale golden light flowed just beneath his skin.
The black qi erupting from the old man’s palms formed two spectral ghost hands the size of millstones, which slapped at Liang Cheng’s temples from both sides.
Meanwhile, Scarface dropped low, his spike aimed in a viciously cruel strike toward Liang Cheng’s groin. Liang Cheng’s previous move was spent, and he hadn’t yet generated new Power. It looked as if he was about to be critically wounded by their combined assault.
PSST! PSST!
With two soft sounds, the two True Qi Realm disciples at the rearmost edge of the formation froze. A minuscule spot of blood appeared on each of their necks where their throats had been pierced in an instant.
Before their bodies even hit the ground, a figure in green robes had swept into the clearing like a light breeze. A lone Sword Aura shot toward the old man.
The hairs on the old man’s body stood on end. In that life-or-death moment, he unleashed some hidden potential, forcefully twisting his body to dodge the attack.
This gave Liang Cheng a moment to breathe. He twisted, taking Scarface’s blow directly and using the force of the impact to propel himself out of the encirclement.
"Ye Zhiqiu!"
The gray-haired old man’s face drained of color. He frantically redirected his attack, sending the spectral ghost hands toward the figure in green. Without so much as a glance, Ye Zhiqiu pointed his longsword.
"Break."
Brilliant Sword Qi flared. The cold light from his blade flashed like a green rainbow. The incoming spectral ghost hand dissipated as silently as a popped bubble, and the old man grunted, stumbling backward.
"Third Senior Brother!"
Liang Cheng’s spirits soared.
"Back-to-back. Clear the field."
A faint smile touched Ye Zhiqiu’s lips, but his words were concise. His Sword Momentum had already spread out before him like a steady autumn rain.
Their backs met, instantly creating a perfect offensive and defensive formation.
The pressure on Liang Cheng vanished. With his back covered, he could fight without reservation.
He seized the chance to swallow a Replenishing Essence Pill. Its Medicinal Power spread, burning his throat like fire. Guided by his Crossing the Sea True Intent, his True Essence began to regenerate at a furious rate.
A bluish-purple light erupted from the Zhenxian Saber, and faint phantoms of wind and thunder coiled around the blade.
"Kill!"
Liang Cheng was the first to act, lunging toward the True Qi Realm disciples on the perimeter.
This time, he held nothing back.
Wind and Thunder Slash—Ninth Layer Thunder Sound!
He unleashed his full power!
Nine arcs of saber light boomed like nine simultaneous claps of thunder, enveloping all the True Qi Realm experts. Wherever the light passed, swords shattered, Protective True Qi crumbled like paper, and a bloody mist filled the air.
The twelve Transformation Force disciples tried to flee in terror, but Ye Zhiqiu’s sword light washed over them, sweeping them up like an autumn wind scattering dead leaves.
Wherever the edge of his blade passed, the twelve disciples fell with muffled grunts, killed instantly.
In the blink of an eye, seventeen of the nineteen members of the Treasure Pavilion’s Medicine Collection Team were dead!
Only the gray-haired old man and Scarface were left, staring at each other in utter disbelief.
"Retreat!"
The old man roared and flung three black pellets from his sleeve.
The pellets exploded, instantly releasing a thick, black smoke. It carried a sickeningly acrid stench and was clearly highly poisonous.
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