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"You will bring disaster upon your sect!" The Long-Haired Man shouted in anger. He could hardly believe that he had been beaten by a group of minions he looked down upon. He hadn’t even made a move, yet his companions, who were nearly equal in combat power, had fallen one after another. Aside from cultivating the Supreme Sword Qi, he had no other strange techniques to seek revenge. He was not a fool; even geniuses knew when to flee. As long as the green hills remained, there would be no fear of running out of firewood.
At that moment, Nangong Wuxin finally opened his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he stirred up the flying sand and stones within three thousand feet, hurling them at the fleeing Fire Controller and Long-Haired Man. The Fire Controller's hair blazed red, and suddenly his body began to glow. With his palms spread wide, he summoned a massive fireball that erupted outward, instantly incinerating several people who were disembarking from the Sky Ladder in the distance while significantly weakening Nangong Wuxin's sandstorm.
Within three feet of the Fire Controller, a barrier of Fire Path surrounded him; anything that approached would be reduced to ashes. Zhao Yang precisely flicked a purple Earth Fire from his fingers, which pierced through the Fire Controller's defenses with a pop and blinded one of his eyes.
The Fire Controller covered his eye and screamed in terror. They were from Genius Academy; they had never suffered such severe injuries before, nor had anyone dared to treat them so cruelly!
Meanwhile, Nangong Wuxin remained seated in meditation. With his hands forming seals, he unleashed the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique with overwhelming might. His fingers converged, and in an instant, he obliterated the Fire Controller, scattering flames everywhere.
Without saying a word, the Long-Haired Man turned and jumped off the cliff. Onlookers gasped, believing he chose to commit suicide rather than face defeat. Below the cliff lay the Sky Ladder area with Weightless Space; jumping down meant certain death. However, moments later, a gigantic Fire Crow swooped down and carried him away into the distance.
"He has a Beast Control Bell! No wonder the Fire Crow saved him; the Beast Control Bell can control beasts with low intelligence!" a cultivator exclaimed in shock.
The Long-Haired Man's gaze was cold as he turned to Zhao Yang and the others. "You will pay for this. Genius Academy is not something you can provoke. We are merely a regular academy within Genius Academy. Once you encounter the Twelve Divine General Candidates or witness the Heavenly Dao, you will understand what it means to be invincible at your level!"
Zhao Yang and his companions ignored his words. Zhao Yang slowly raised his arm as his Flying Knife's Glimmer began to materialize, exerting pressure on the void and creating chaotic currents that left all nearby cultivators astonished.
However, before he could make a move, a scream echoed from the already distant Long-Haired Man as he was cleaved in half by a dazzling sword light and fell into the abyss.
A colossal Primordial Spirit appeared, radiating immense and astonishing waves of energy; it belonged to Nangong Wuxin. The Primordial Spirit emanated powerful vibrations as it hovered in mid-air like an unparalleled Divine General, shining brilliantly.
Nangong Wuxin's Primordial Spirit swept across its surroundings, gazing at various sects and powerful Loose Cultivators. Wherever its gaze landed, groups of people spat blood; some even collapsed under the pressure of the Primordial Spirit’s might. The warning was unmistakable. Then, as the enormous Primordial Spirit retracted its energy, Nangong Wuxin opened his eyes and stood up unsteadily, exclaiming, "Damn it! I was ambushed!"
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang, along with the other two, rose to their feet and continued onward. The mountain path ahead was rugged and seemed endless. After traveling for several miles, they found themselves surrounded by swamps and muddy pits. Near some of the swamps, there were footprints and belongings left by cultivators. In some toxic puddles lay the lifeless bodies of cultivators, while in a few wet areas, hands occasionally emerged from the muck, struggling weakly as if seeking rescue from passersby. The path was littered with the grotesque corpses of poisonous insects, snakes, and rodents; some bodies were already decayed and desiccated, while others were mangled beyond recognition.
Suddenly, in the swamp ahead, a hand was seen desperately thrashing about, on the verge of sinking beneath the surface. Zhao Yang, adhering to the noble virtue of helping those in need, instinctively reached out to save the person. He felt that such a death—drowning in mud—was perhaps one of the most tragic ways to perish.
However, when Zhao Yang's hand made contact with that hand, he was suddenly pulled downward with immense force. Zhao Yang had never feared anyone's strength because he possessed Power Rules; any force before him felt like nothing. Thus, he merely bent slightly at the waist and lifted the hand up. To his astonishment, what he pulled up was not a person but a strange plant that screamed piercingly. This plant had an enormous root system and a swollen face resembling a water jug, emitting an ear-piercing shriek that sent chills down the spines of all four companions.
"Ah, it's a Hand Demon," Zhao Yang said. He had read extensively in One Hundred Thousand Volumes of Books and recalled seeing an entry about Hand Demons in a book called Haige Illustrated Compendium. However, based on his understanding, Hand Demons were merely swamp creatures that had evolved over countless years to adopt a parasitic lifestyle. They discovered a particularly effective hunting method: by embedding themselves in human arms and controlling the nerves of the hand to create horrifying phenomena where hands could be severed. The legends of ghostly hands in the human realm were attributed to these creatures. Over many years of evolution, these beings specialized in using human hands as their primary hosts while developing their own bodies, exposing human hands above the swamp to lure passersby into rescuing them. Once anything touched their hand, they would immediately pull it into the swamp to devour it. Hand Demons were immensely powerful and favored human flesh, making them objects of fear for everyone.
Zhao Yang shared his knowledge with the other three, who were astonished and regarded it as an opportunity to observe wildlife. However, they also felt angered because those who typically reach out to help are kind-hearted individuals; thus, Hand Demons deserved to be eradicated.
Looking around at his surroundings, Zhao Yang noticed that there were indeed more Hand Demons lurking in some swamps. Feeling mischievous, he threw the captured Hand Demon toward another one nearby. As he anticipated, a fierce battle erupted between the two Hand Demons in the swamp; soon dark blood splattered everywhere as they fought each other to death.
The other three had nothing better to do either; each wielded a long stick and began striking at any visible Hand Demons, severing hands left and right. The swamp echoed with their anguished screams, sounding utterly tragic.
As they continued on their way without a care in the world, they unknowingly arrived at a misty valley.
In front of the valley stood many cultivators who had already gathered there. Each one looked at Zhao Yang and his companions with terror and instinctively took several steps back.
One individual noticed that they posed no immediate threat and timidly approached them to ask, "Fellow cultivators, did you come from that swamp?"
"Yes," Song Baliang replied with a question of his own. "What’s wrong?"
"Did you see anything unusual?"
"You mean the Hand Demon, right? It's just a creature, nothing to make a fuss about." Scholar Xiu found it uninteresting; these people were clearly just spreading hearsay. With rumors of ghostly hands pulling people in this different path, the four of them pushed through the crowd and entered the valley.
After Zhao Yang and the others died, the onlookers exchanged confused glances, not understanding what the four had just said. One young man spoke up, "What is this Hand Demon? That's the resting place of the Ghost Path from Genius Academy!"
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