Chapter 305

Huyan Cheng heard such naive, almost laughable words, and laughed.

"What a bunch of ignorant, arrogant fools; the conditions you think you have mean nothing to me."

He paused, and Huyan Cheng's voice sounded coldly.

"Capture them alive!"

As these words were spoken, the demonic cultivators shouted excitedly, and some of them rushed to surround Yuan Yao and the others.

The three great guardians—East-West, North-South, and Nameless—also moved again.

A dark guard unit under Xue Nu Chang also appeared from all directions, like a huge net tightly trapping Yuan Yao and the others.

At this moment, Yuan Yao and the others' faces grew solemn.

"Guard Ao Su!" Xiao Lingwei said, then she grasped her long whip, leapt up, and clashed with the East-West guardian.

Ying Wuji also faced off against the North-South guardian.

As for the Nameless guardian, Xue Jin set his sights on him.

This elite dark guard unit actually numbered sixty, and most of their cultivation was around the Initial Golden Core, making their strength not to be underestimated.

As for the other demonic cultivators, they varied in strength; the strongest could reach the late Golden Core, while the weakest were at the Qi Refining Realm.

Their combined numbers were so vast that the oppressive feeling they gave was extremely strong.

Cang Li's expression changed slightly; he grasped his crimson spear and thrust it out!

The spear blade flashed with dazzling lightning, ripping through the void, and with a single thrust it flung most of the demonic cultivators to the ground.

Song Yan raised his sword to meet the attack.

Lin Xuechen and Zong Yu'er could only guard around Ao Su, dealing with the attacking demonic cultivators.

At that moment, amid such a noisy environment, Yuan Yao's voice slowly sounded.

"Enter my nightmare, see your nightmare."

Hum—

As the words fell, a tremendously terrifying mental power surge instantly blanketed the area, causing all the demonic cultivators who were fighting or watching to suddenly stiffen, their heads feeling as if heavily struck, and they immediately fell into a dazed state.

Under the astonished gaze of the Xue Nu Chang's chief steward, thousands of demonic cultivators' bodies slumped and they fell into a deep sleep.

"I'm going!" Cang Li exclaimed, eyes wide open.

Even Xiao Lingwei and the others were utterly shocked, staring at Yuan Yao in disbelief. They never expected their little junior sister's mental power to have grown to such a terrifying level!

Lin Xuechen, Zong Yu'er, and Ao Su initially did not realize that the person causing this phenomenon was the harmless, delicate little junior sister they had always thought her to be, until others' gazes fell upon Yuan Yao, and then they belatedly understood.

The three were so shocked their jaws nearly dropped.

"This… this… can't be possible…"

The Field Master Huyan Cheng narrowed his eyes, his expression changing.

Huyan Cheng stared at Yuan Yao in shock, able to sense how immense the mental power she had unleashed was!

This mental power surge was terrifying to the extreme.

Even if Yuan Yao were a 'monster' genius, she should not be able, at fifteen or sixteen years old, to instantly control the mental consciousness of thousands of demonic cultivators with her mental power!

Huyan Cheng could no longer remain calm; he slowly descended from the palanquin, his gaze sharp as he fixed it on Yuan Yao.

"You aren't a sword cultivator?!"

"Yes." Yuan Yao nodded.

Huyan Cheng stared at her with a complex expression.

He had naturally heard of Yuan Yao, the little disciple of Qianjue Mountain.

Yuan Yao's identity and life trajectory were extremely mysterious.

Therefore, Yuan Yao herself was a being full of the unknown.

Could it be that Yuan Yao, having not left the sect for all these years, has been wholeheartedly cultivating her mental power?

Yuan Yao had no fear at this moment, for she had already made progress in the Flowing Light Secret Realm; she smiled at Huyan Cheng and said, "Field Master, if you don't want your underlings to all die violently, then give us a way out."

"Are you threatening me?" Huyan Cheng's eyes sank.

Yuan Yao calmly shook her head. "No. This is a decision beneficial to both sides."

At this moment, the demonic cultivators whose minds had been invaded by the mental power and drawn into the nightmare were undergoing an inner interrogation.

They occasionally let out painful groans.

Huyan Cheng gazed at her for several seconds, his eyes revealing an obscure, unfathomable emotion.

The two sides reached a stalemate, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

All three guardians turned their gazes toward Huyan Cheng.

Suddenly, Huyan Cheng's cold voice rang out: "This bunch of useless trash, kill them if you want to."

As his words fell, Huyan Cheng flashed forward and seized Yuan Yao's throat in one hand.

He gloomily chuckled, "I most enjoy personally dragging heaven's pride down from the clouds!"

His expression was nearly mad; his other hand formed claws and lunged at Yuan Yao's abdomen, seemingly trying to rip out her golden core, thereby abolishing her cultivation.

"Yao Yao!"

"Damn it!"

Song Yan and the five others' faces changed in shock; they immediately rushed toward Huyan Cheng and Yuan Yao.

But they were intercepted midway by the three guardians.

In the nick of time, Yuan Yao lifted a five-colored longsword upward with a backhand grip, pointing it straight at Huyan Cheng's arm!

Huyan Cheng's fingers hooked like claws, firmly grasping the sharp Phantom Spirit sword, and he violently wrenched it from Yuan Yao's hand.

And just as Huyan Cheng intended to continue his previous motion—

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his sea of consciousness.

This made his movements slightly sluggish for an instant, and it was precisely in that brief moment that Ying Wuji had already suddenly broken through the encirclement, putting all his strength into a single sword strike aimed at Huyan Cheng.

"The vast wastes know no Dao; one sword dreams of the Yellow Springs!"

In that instant, that sword seemed as if it would split heaven and earth, and the sky underwent a drastic change.

Huyan Cheng swiftly turned, raising a hand to block.

And Yuan Yao was also blown away by the powerful impact; suddenly a pair of hands appeared on her back—it was the Youngest Senior Brother.

Yuan Yao's face turned deathly pale; the fair skin of her neck was marked with a red line from being choked.

At this moment, she keenly felt the icy killing intent emanating from the Youngest Senior Brother.

By the time she reacted, the Youngest Senior Brother was already fighting with Huyan Cheng.

Huyan Cheng's strength was more than enough to crush Ying Wuji, yet when he fought Ying Wuji, he discovered something extremely strange!

—Ying Wuji was utterly familiar with his own moves!

It was as if he had fought himself before.

Huyan Cheng narrowed his eyes in a flash; he was certain he had never fought this brat before—could it be… Yu Qingxue?!

Yu Qingxue, knowing they were headed for the Two Continents Region, had therefore taught them her techniques?

No, that's not right.

He hadn't seen Yu Qingxue in a hundred years, and in that time he had taken up heretical arts, his cultivation a forbidden technique—how could Yu Qingxue possibly know?

"Who exactly are you..." Huyan Cheng was just about to speak.

Smack!

A flaming long whip lashed out, fiercely scorching the space's airflow.

Huyan Cheng, caught off guard, was struck and injured his arm.

He lifted his gaze and saw Xiao Lingwei's expression turn violently angry, her tone icy.

"You deserve to die!"