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"It’s truly a joke. Do you think defeating two useless fools makes you invincible? After all, you’re still at the Qi Refinement Stage. If you don’t learn to be humble, you’re destined to perish!" The Handsome Young Man declared, his aura suddenly shifting. Azure light enveloped him as he transformed into a gust of wind, charging towards Long Xiao Wu.
"Another wind-element cultivator, what a hassle," Long Xiao Wu thought, feeling frustrated as he swiftly retreated.
With a loud thud, he felt a sharp pain in his back as he was struck. It felt like needles piercing him, causing immense agony. His True Qi surged within him, pushing the young man away. Long Xiao Wu sidestepped and his left arm glimmered with golden light, revealing a small dragon-like figure that flickered in and out of view on his palm.
The young man seemed to notice Long Xiao Wu's movement. A smirk appeared on his lips as he stood his ground, extending two fingers to unleash a blade of wind. Long Xiao Wu was at a disadvantage in speed and couldn’t evade in time; despite his robust physique, the wind blade pierced through his shoulder blade.
Having landed a hit, the young man continued to exploit his agility, dancing around Long Xiao Wu and leaving him battered and bloodied. Long Xiao Wu seethed with anger; he hadn’t expected the young man to be so cautious, refusing to engage him in close combat even while holding the upper hand.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang and Qin Lei were locked in an intense battle. Zhao Yang's cultivation level was lacking, and he found himself repeatedly suppressed. Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage seemed to possess something called Divine Sense that allowed them to track his movements, preventing him from gaining any advantage in agility. Currently, his Time Walk was still at an elementary stage; he couldn’t even unleash one-tenth of its potential. With only the assistance of his Enlightenment, he managed to hold his ground against Qin Lei, though he was scorched black by lightning strikes.
In contrast to Zhao Yang's calm demeanor, Qin Lei's mind was in turmoil. As a late-stage Inner Courtyard genius at the Foundation Establishment Stage, he found it unbelievable that he couldn’t handle a mere Qi Refinement Stage disciple. Although he appeared to have the upper hand on the surface, no one knew better than him that this kid was merely using him for practice!
A surge of overwhelming True Qi rushed towards Zhao Yang. He sensed that Qin Lei’s aura had intensified. In Qin Lei's palm, a gray lightning bolt mixed with thunder surged forth. After one strike, Zhao Yang stumbled back five paces, feeling numbness spread through his hand as if he had lost all sensation.
"How dare you take on my Yin Thunder? You really are a country bumpkin," Qin Lei mocked.
Zhao Yang ignored him as Chaos True Qi flowed through his meridians to heal his injured arm. The Yin Thunder carried traces of deathly energy from the Thunder Path; if it entered his body, it would cause extensive damage to his meridians. But who was Zhao Yang? He was a Body Refinement cultivator with an incredibly strong physique and had undergone multiple purifications by his master Sun Wukong using True Qi. Additionally, the effects of the Nine Turns Supreme Golden Elixir had filtered through his bloodline, rendering him nearly immune to malevolent energies.
Qin Lei was puzzled; how could Zhao Yang remain unharmed after being struck by his Yin Thunder? Even with a strong body, there should have been some reaction. He hesitated for a moment and recalled a disciple from over ten years ago who had shocked the entire Myriad Spirit Sect's Outer Sect—Shiyunsheng. Although he had been among the first batch admitted into the Inner Courtyard back then, Shiyunsheng’s name resonated loudly; a ten-year-old boy at the ninth level of Qi Refinement Stage who had no rivals within the Outer Sect. Years later, he wondered why this person came to mind again; that individual also hailed from Yuwang City’s Outer Sect.
"Zhao Yang! Can Inner Courtyard disciples be killed or not? If I don’t make my move soon, I might just end up being tortured to death!" Long Xiao Wu's voice echoed through the chaos, clearly indicating that he was in dire straits.
Pfft!
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the head of the young man who had been engaged in a duel with Long Xiao Wu suddenly flew high into the air, his body still suspended before it fell lifelessly to the ground.
The young man's head rolled in the dust, his eyes filled with anger and confusion, brimming with resentment. He had no idea how he had died; he only felt a sharp pain in his neck before everything went dark, and he lost all sensation.
Zhao Yang's figure appeared in the arena, his silhouette elongated by the setting sun. The long robe he wore billowed in the wind, leaving an indelible impression on everyone present.
Ruthless, without rules, silent and deadly—a single strike was all it took to end a life.
"What did you just say?"
Zhao Yang's question shattered the image he had just established in everyone's minds.
"Are you saying that the trash from the Inner Courtyard can't be killed? I thought you were so incompetent that you couldn't even take down a lackey for so long. I was starting to doubt your abilities and consider finding a new partner."
As soon as Zhao Yang finished speaking, he sensed something unusual behind him. Qin Lei had silently approached, a brilliant bolt of lightning piercing through Zhao Yang's body. With a thud, Qin Lei rejoiced, ready to deliver another strike with his ice blade. However, to his surprise, Zhao Yang's body transformed into a phantom and dissipated.
The ice blade abruptly broke apart, and in the next moment, a scream echoed from the crowd—Qin Army, who had been feeling quite pleased with himself just moments ago, now had half of a massive ice blade embedded in his chest, courtesy of Zhao Yang.
Seeing this, Qin Lei's eyes nearly burst with rage. In an instant, he poured all his strength into an attack, palms raised high as he summoned thunder from above to strike down upon Zhao Yang. The range of this lightning attack was vast; Zhao Yang could not evade it. Having just used Time Walk, attempting to cast it again would exponentially deplete his True Qi. Thus, he plunged into the crowd as the lightning swept through, causing chaos among them.
"Why aren't you all attacking to kill him?" Qin Lei's voice rang out as he halted his lightning summoning and flew to his brother Qin Army's side to counteract the chilling aura emanating from the ice blade.
"Brother, go kill him! Kill this worthless fool who hurt me! I want him to suffer a fate worse than death; I want him torn to pieces!" Qin Army shouted in agony.
Zhao Yang found himself unable to contend with so many experts at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Although his physical strength was formidable, he lacked sufficient True Qi to support him. After Qin Lei ceased his Thunder Technique attacks, Zhao Yang had no choice but to retreat towards Long Xiao Wu.
At that moment, Scholar Xiu came running from the direction of the Fish Pond, shouting, "Zhao Yang, Shiyunsheng has already made a move!"
Zhao Yang was taken aback; he hadn't expected Shiyunsheng to act at such a critical juncture. It seemed that Shiyunsheng was fully prepared, and he needed to seize the Jade Crawler's inner core. The Perfect Foundation was a once-in-a-millennium opportunity, a tremendous temptation for him.
"Qin Lei, seeing your cultivation is not easy, I don't wish to ruin your future. Keep your brother in check; otherwise, in the next moment, he may lose his head. By then, it will shatter your Dao heart. When I reach the Foundation Establishment Stage, it will be your end," Zhao Yang warned.
"You probably won't live to see that day. Today, I will kill you and make you understand the consequences of offending me," Qin Lei replied coldly, his body radiating a chilling light accompanied by flickering bolts of lightning.
"Offend? You should know that you were the one who came looking for trouble first. Without asking for reasons, you destroyed my residence. Right now, I have urgent matters to attend to. If you want to spar, any time after today would be fine. What do you think?" Zhao Yang spoke with restraint, hoping to negotiate.
Qin Lei laughed heartily, "This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life! Zhao Yang, you are nothing more than an insignificant ant daring to bargain with me? You think you are worthy of sparring with me? I said today you will die, and die you shall! Dreaming of reaching Foundation Establishment!"
Zhao Yang couldn't help but frown and said, "Can't you see the current situation? After hundreds of exchanges, what have you accomplished? If you think that relying on numbers can surround me or that your few years in the Inner Courtyard give you some power to oppress me, Zhao Yang, then you're mistaken. I will make you understand what regret truly means."
Qin Lei's face turned red from anger; Zhao Yang had voiced exactly what he was thinking. He immediately gestured for everyone with him to surround Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu. Scholar Xiu watched anxiously from a distance; his combat power was too weak to help without risking his own life. Frustratedly pacing back and forth, he suddenly heard a scream in the distance and thought something terrible had happened. He immediately rushed towards the Fish Pond.
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