Chapter 560: Making a Name

On the streets of Fire Fengcheng.

A team of cultivators was walking, with an lingering scent of blood emanating from their bodies.

One look and it was clear they were battle-hardened.

"Is it them?"

"I heard these people from the small cave heaven actually wiped out a branch of the Blood Xue Xue Mo Jiao directly; they have some skills."

"Indeed, we underestimated them."

Some cultivators who recognized their identities whispered in discussion.

These past few days.

The cultivators from Jin Ting Xiao Zhou had made quite a name for themselves, especially Yuan Dingting, Liao Qi, and Li Rui.

They had achieved brilliant battle merits.

"Hehe."

Tan Hu grinned; he naturally heard the whispers of those cultivators, his face full of pride.

Just yesterday.

Under Li Rui's leadership, they had directly wiped out a branch of the Blood Xue Xue Mo Jiao.

Brilliant battle merits!

Besides Tan Hu, the other martial artists of the Yu Kingdom also felt they had finally exhaled in relief.

A few days ago.

They had suffered no small amount of disdain from these cultivators in Fire Fengcheng; this could be considered a beautiful turnaround battle.

And it wasn't just their branch.

Yuan Dingting had fully displayed the true character of a Saint of War, repeatedly establishing miraculous merits.

It made people marvel.

Li Rui, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression.

That Blood Xue Xue Mo Jiao branch, its strongest member was only at the Purple Mansion Realm, having just formed a fetus; using only ten percent of his strength was enough to crush them.

Establishing merits?

It wasn't just a sure thing; it was a ten-out-of-ten sure thing.

These battle merits were as easy as flipping his hand for him.

This was the benefit of holding something back.

Revealing only thirty or forty percent to the outside world, doing things became much more relaxed. For Li Rui, as long as establishing merits was passable, that was enough; with his heaven-defying bone quality, he just needed to cultivate well; there was no need to take risks.

Just as he was thinking.

Another team of cultivators entered from the direction of the city gate.

Covered in blood, but unlike Li Rui's group, it wasn't the enemy's blood, but their own.

Extremely wretched.

Many cultivators even had their dantian shattered, looking as if their path of cultivation was about to be completely cut off.

This was the norm for the Sixty-Year Cycle of Demon Cleansing.

Those sent by the sects to participate in the righteous-demonic war were a minority of true geniuses of the sect; these people were here to be gilded, and generally had protectors secretly protecting them, but the vast majority were actually those not valued, and thus sent here; they were meat shields, cannon fodder.

One didn't know how many died every day.

In the eyes of the Immortal Sects, they belonged to the category of consumables.

The cultivation world was just this cruel.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate; fortunately, he had enough savings in Jin Ting Xiao Zhou, otherwise, he would definitely have been eaten by those old guys until not even bones were left.

Just as he was thinking.

Li Rui's expression shifted slightly.

He heard those cultivators who had just entered the city whispering.

"Truly unlucky, we actually ran into an expert from Wan Fadian, a Heaven-Human realm expert, fighting a great battle with Elder Murong, a Heaven-Human realm expert from the Shenxuan Palace."

"A Heaven-Human realm expert taking action, too terrifying."

"With just one strike, we were almost completely wiped out."

"It was actually a Heaven-Human who cultivates the Dragon-Slaying Great Dao."

Those cultivators were just talking.

Suddenly, they heard a voice in their ears: "Was that person dressed like an old Confucian scholar?"

"Yes, yes, how did you know?"

A cultivator confirmed repeatedly, but when he looked up, he realized he didn't recognize the person who had just spoken at all.

Just as he was puzzled.

He saw two medicinal pills thrown casually at his feet.

Taking a closer look.

It was actually flesh-generating spiritual medicine, the best for healing wounds.

He couldn't afford it at all.

For him now, it was no different from sending charcoal in snow.

The cultivator hurriedly bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Senior."

Afterward, he told the whole story to Li Rui. After listening.

Li Rui turned and left, leaving only a back view for those cultivators.

As everyone knows.

Attaining the Dao through force means invincibility among the same rank.

This small grotto-heaven cultivator had already opened his Purple Mansion; unless those cultivators who had already integrated the Dao and were preparing for tribulation took action, no one could suppress Li Rui. But those cultivators were almost half-Dao Body experts, so why would they participate in the Jiazi Demon-Sweeping without diligently undergoing tribulation.

Therefore.

Li Rui was nearly invincible on this battlefield, provided no Dao Body experts appeared.

For a time, morale soared.

They saw hope for life.

A hundred zhang away was the edge of Black Wind Island; as long as they rushed out, they could regroup with the alliance army outside, and they would be safe.

But just when a group of cultivators thought they were going to escape—

An eerie old man appeared abruptly.

Bang!

The skull magic treasure hit Li Rui's chest squarely.

He flew backward for several zhang.

Li Rui's mouth spilled blood, and his expression suddenly became listless.

Other cultivators saw that old man appear, and their mood fell to the bottom of the valley.

"Dao Body Realm!"

The situation here was finally discovered by a Dao Body Realm powerhouse; they were afraid they wouldn't be able to walk out of this island today.

Despair spread among the cultivators.

Li Rui looked at the demonic cultivator old man.

He was naturally pretending just now.

If those Fire Fengcheng cultivators had all died, he might have taken action, but now, it was unnecessary.

The thought had just arisen.

When a general covered in blood descended from the sky.

It was Yuan Dingting.

This was the reason he hadn't taken action.

Yuan Dingting's state at this time was extremely special; although his armor was broken in many places and he was extremely sorry, his whole aura was becoming increasingly terrifying, entering a mysterious and profound realm.

Similar to an epiphany.

Yuan Dingting was very strong now.

That demonic cultivator old man also had his expression change, adding a bit of wariness.

Military cultivators, especially on the battlefield, are the hardest to deal with.

Yuan Dingting glanced at Li Rui behind him.

"Marquis Li, take the people and leave first; I'll cover the rear."

"Good."

Li Rui didn't freeze, nor did he hesitate, and he wouldn't say any nonsense about leaving together.

He skillfully led the hundred-plus cultivators who were still alive behind him and ran toward the alliance army.

As for Yuan Dingting.

This Martial Saint wasn't someone who liked to be arrogant or sacrifice himself for others, so since Yuan Dingting had already said so, he had at least an eighty percent chance of success.

If he had to worry, he might as well worry about himself.

A hundred zhang distance.

For cultivators, it was just in the blink of an eye.

Extremely fast.

Li Rui and his group arrived among the righteous alliance army.

Saved.

Those Fire Fengcheng cultivators were all sitting on the ground, feeling the exhaustion of surviving a disaster.

Li Rui scanned them and soon saw Nie Siming, Yuan Xiong, and the others in the crowd.

But he never saw Bai Renfeng's figure.

When the morning sun rose.

The righteous alliance army had returned to the island.

The battle last night had fruitful results, and Bai Renfeng, who killed a demon son, took the top contribution.

As for those Fire Fengcheng cultivators who died in battle... no one cared.

Eight hundred cultivators, only two hundred returned.

Even three Dao Body Realm experts fell, and countless other cultivators died.

Yuan Dingting's sixth foster son even died in this battle.

Although sad, this is the fate of military cultivators; either they borrow the momentum to rise and soar into the sky, or they can only turn into a handful of yellow earth, with no third path.