Chapter 355: Enemies and Foes, My Heroes

The sudden withdrawal of a combatant with Late Jin Dan power immediately had a massive impact on the battle.

"Expand!"

A flash of sharp light appeared in the old cultivator Bai Mei's eyes; the broken stele before him suddenly swelled to the size of a small hill, seven-colored lights of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder flickering. With a howl, carrying terrifying immense force, it descended from the sky, various spells falling along with it.

The target,

was none other than the Poison Corpse Ancestor, entangled with Zhou Zhou Sanyan, surrounded by rolling poison mist and ten thousand corpses!

"No!"

The Poison Corpse Ancestor screamed in terror, bit his tongue until it bled, the mouthful of iron rust flavor surging as vast magic power into his meridians, his entire body transforming into a poison cloud as he fled madly.

Crack!

The shadow of the Seven Qi Zong's inherited treasure, the Seven Elements Stele, like a mountain peak, blocked the view; before it could fall, a thick bolt of Lei Ting struck down, the poison cloud instantly blasted into pieces, revealing the Poison Corpse Ancestor within, his body blackened and stiff.

Boom!

Before he could do anything, the true Seven Elements Stele fell, heavy as a mountain, spells of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder falling like a flowing stream, again and again, the diamond-like zombie body breaking into chunks and fragments that fell.

"Not dead."

The old cultivator Bai Mei frowned, but paid it no mind; he pointed at the Seven Elements Stele, magic power surging out wildly, causing it to flash and appear before him.

Ding!

Two terrifying golden spears inscribed with runes bearing soul-destroying aura, their brilliant light, further connecting to the formation of the three-legged bronze-armored chariot treasure, arrived in an instant, stabbing into the Seven Elements Stele.

A sharp sound came; the stele body was undamaged, but the magical light upon it dimmed a degree, trembling without cease.

"What pure magic power!"

The old cultivator Bai Mei, with a Solemn Expression, stared at Tian Kuang Dao Ren on the three-legged bronze-armored chariot: "Truly a Jin Dan from the North Plain's Modaoda Sect, the Liu Dao Sect."

Not far away, a flash of green light appeared, revealing the panicked Poison Corpse Ancestor, his face deathly pale.

The death of his life-essence poison corpse brought him terrifying backlash, his aura dropping a large segment.

"Envoy of the Upper Sect, save me!"

He screamed in terror.

"Cannot be saved."

A Huo Yan Shan Fa treasure, prepared for a long time, descended from the sky; the flames were scorching and golden-yellow, no one knew how much magic power had flowed into it, the air burned into transparent ripples, the aura terrifying.

"Die!"

Zhou Zhou Sanyan shouted low.

Boom!

The Poison Corpse Ancestor was struck head-on by the Huo Yan Shan Fa treasure; the hundreds of corpses layered around him were useless, turning to ash before even contacting the mountain body.

"Ah!"

The Poison Corpse Ancestor cried out in agony; before he could do anything, his body was already smashed into chunks of gray-white fragments, falling continuously from the sky.

"Kill!"

His opponent of many years killed, Zhou Zhou Sanyan didn't even look at him, roared wildly, the Huo Yan Shan Fa treasure swelling massively, smashing down toward Tian Kuang Dao Ren at the center, roaring flames of fire dragons spitting pure flames in streams.

Ding!

A golden spear inscribed with runes, its light brilliant, stabbed forward; the Huo Yan Shan Fa treasure was forced back, its magical light dimming.

Zhou Zhou Sanyan's face changed drastically.

He only felt a pure and terrifying wave of magic power surge forth; on the rune-inscribed golden spear was even the power of soul destruction, smashing his treasure into pieces, his spiritual sense imprint stinging unbearably.

If encountered alone, he would likely die a violent death within a few moves, unable even to flee!

But at this moment,

a blood knife with a mournful cry, surrounded by ten thousand blood-colored blade lights, killing souls and snatching spirits;

a stone stele with a terrifying aura, spells of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder generating one by one, endless, its aura jumping back and forth between Infant Treasure and High-Grade Treasure, its might even a notch stronger than the blood knife.

These two were both Jin Dan cultivators of Late Stage who held a territory, standing at the peak of a place, wielding thousands of years of sect foundation, absolutely not weaklings of the same realm.

Simultaneously attacking Tian Kuang Dao Ren on the three-legged bronze-armored chariot!

All this happened in an instant; the battle situation suffered a massive collapse due to the sudden withdrawal of Princess Princess Chiyan, the Fox King.

"Lowly slave!"

"Damn lowly slave! Truly a foreigner's lowly trash, ignorant and stupid!"

Tian Kuang Dao Ren didn't even look at the Poison Corpse Ancestor; a ruthless expression flashed across his face, instantly activating the restriction placed deep within Princess Princess Chiyan's soul.

"Ah!"

"Master, spare me!"

Dragging the crimson escape light, Princess Princess Chiyan, the Fox King, who was furiously killing toward the distance, cried out in agony, both hands grabbing her own head, every vein bulging, in extreme pain, forced to stop.

"Come back!"

"Or else die for me!"

Tian Kuang Dao Ren coldly shouted, his words icy, as if holding a leash on a fox-dog, showing no pity.

If not severely injured, he would not fear being besieged by two Late Jin Dan cultivators and one Mid Jin Dan cultivator, even if they were all heroes accumulated over a thousand years in the Yu and Chu kingdoms, wielding sect foundations as well.

But at this time, it was impossible!

The three-legged bronze-armored chariot treasure spread out layers of golden formation patterns; three Zhong Pin Fa-level rune-inscribed golden spears, under the amplification of the formation patterns, had terrifying might, their light brilliant, soul-destroying and spirit-slaughtering, their killing power far exceeding ordinary High-Grade Treasures.

Three Jin Dan cultivators besieged him regardless of life or death; the rune-inscribed golden spears constantly stabbed, the defense impenetrable.

The Hua Dong Xue Shen Dao, the Seven Elements Stele, and the Huo Yan Shan Fa treasure fell again and again, only to be blocked again and again by the rune-inscribed golden spears.

Vast magical light erupted, then was extinguished.

"No!"

"That is the thief who killed hundreds of thousands of my people, who killed my sisters and children!"

Princess Princess Chiyan, the Fox King, spun around abruptly, her eyes cold green and blood-red—the pupils of a beast that had lost all reason: "You stupid pig from the Northern Plains! A mongrel ambushed by a mere trap!"

"Go ahead, try detonating my soul-binding seal!"

"That person can destroy my Demon Kingdom; can he not kill you? You damned human mongrels!"

She raved with madness, hiding none of her hatred for the entire human race.

"Stupid pig? Human mongrel!"

Tian Kuang Dao Ren's face twisted; having been disrespected time and again today, his rage could no longer be contained: "You lowly fox dog!"

He fiercely triggered the soul-binding seal once more.

"Ah!"

The Liu Dao Sect's soul-binding seal was profound and peerless, touching the very source of the soul; the Princess Princess Chiyan, the Fox King, could not resist at all. She screamed in agony once more, her face twisted with pain and revealing a look of venomous hatred.

"Kill one of them, and I will set you free!"

Tian Kuang Dao Ren said coldly.

"Good!"

The Princess Princess Chiyan, the Fox King, her face icy, spoke softly from her vermilion lips, her three fluffy fox tails swaying.

Screech!

A vivid Zhu Que flew from her mouth, instantly expanding to dozens of zhang in size. It let out a piercing shriek, its aura scorching and terrifying, and dove toward the battlefield.

Undisputed power of the late Jin Dan stage!

"Damn Dao-destroying Dao Ren!"

Mu Mu Tianxue cursed, yet she had no choice but to divert part of her Blood River to meet the attack.

The Bai Mei old cultivator and Zhou Zhou Sanyan did the same.

Affected by this, the Runed Jin Mao spear, which had been besieging the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade, the Fire Mountain, and the Seven Elements Stele, immediately showed signs of breaking free and turning against its users. The opponent was terrifyingly strong; even after being critically injured by a sneak attack, he could still fight multiple foes alone.

"Excellent!"

Tian Kuang Dao Ren showed a hint of joy: "This Seat has always kept his word. As long as you..."

Boom!

The Fire Zhu Que streaked across the sky, descended, and crashed onto the unprepared Tian Kuang Dao Ren. The Jin Chong Guang shield was shattered in an instant. Amidst a massive explosion and deafening roar, he spat blood and was blown hundreds of meters away, along with his three-legged bronze-armored war chariot.

"Have you gone mad?!!"

Tian Kuang Dao Ren, his heart seething with rage, looked at the distant fox demon with murderous intent, ready to trigger the soul seal to give her a severe lesson, but he froze.

In those bloody, eerie green beast pupils, the former soft charm was gone, replaced entirely by madness and killing intent.

"Stupid pig from the Northern Plains."

"Listen well."

The Princess Princess Chiyan, the Fox King, spoke word by word: "I will say it once more: either detonate the soul-binding seal, or unbind the soul-binding seal, let me go, and I will go block that sword cultivator over there for you."

"You mongrel stupid pig who cultivated to this day merely by relying on your surname!"

"Do you understand?"

Around them, the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade, the Seven Elements Stele, and the Fire Mountain Fa Bao seized this opening to launch a frenzied siege; the three Runed Jin Mao spears' spiritual light dimmed continuously.

If this continues...

For some reason, a chill ran through Tian Kuang Dao Ren's heart.

The rage that had almost made him lose reason swept away, replaced by the fear and trembling of life and death; his temper was not as volatile as he had thought.

"Get lost!"

Tian Kuang Dao Ren, with no intention of unbinding the seal, said coldly.

"Haha!"

"Human stupid pig from the Northern Plains!"

Princess Princess Chiyan, the Fox King, laughed madly, not dwelling on the issue. Her scarlet, eerie green pupils looked into the distance, and with a fiery red escape light carrying a head full of frenzied killing intent, she departed.

"They are here."

Over a hundred li away, Jiang Ding's expression was calm.

He did not wish to fight alongside Mu Mu Tianxue, Zhou Zhou Sanyan, and the others.

There was no other reason; it was simply a lack of trust. Fighting while killing enemies and simultaneously diverting part of his magic power and divine sense to guard against allies was too exhausting.

He took out a jade box and casually opened it.

"... Spare... spare my life..."

The Kong Que Demon King, no larger than a thumb, awoke, revealing a look of pleading, weak and helpless, showing none of the terrifying might of a great demon whose wingspan once blocked the sun and moon, or the ferocity of devouring an entire city in one gulp.

"Have you ever spared anyone?"

Sword qi erupted from Jiang Ding's hand; he casually crushed the Kong Que Demon King's soul, along with the jade box, into powder.

On the horizon,

The clouds were scarlet and scorching, bringing with them boiling hatred.

Same

(End of this chapter)