Chapter 311: Got Some Nerve?

At this moment, Ye Lingyun's murderous intent toward Wang Yu Yao and the others had grown to an unprecedented level.

He had arrived at this place almost at the same time as Mo Wuming.

When Mo Wuming made his move, he did not reveal himself immediately, but instead hid in the shadows to observe the situation on the field.

He had sensed the cultivation levels of Wang Yu Yao, Su Yutong, and Xing Li, and had also seen Tushan Youyou fighting Ji Zhangkong and Taicang single-handedly.

Originally, among Wang Jianqiang's group, the only one who could threaten him was Wang Jianqiang.

Mu Lingxi could only be counted as half a threat.

But now.

Not only had the cultivation levels of Wang Yu Yao, Su Yutong, and Xing Li increased, narrowing the gap in strength between them and him.

There was even a new, powerful, and unfamiliar woman who had joined Wang Jianqiang's side.

Furthermore, the strength of Wang Yu Yao and the others had all improved.

And what about Mu Lingxi?

Everything indicated that the power surrounding Wang Jianqiang had reached a truly alarming level.

This was undoubtedly terrible news for him.

Therefore...

Today.

These four women must die.

Killing them would not only cause Wang Jianqiang pain, but also suppress the power around him and satisfy his own deep-seated hatred.

Killing many birds with one stone!

Wang Yu Yao, Su Yutong, Xing Li, and that woman in the black dress must die!

His expression was resolute.

The gaze he directed toward Mo Wuming was filled with coldness.

The moment his voice fell, his palm suddenly grabbed toward the front.

A large expanse of Purple Spirit Flame surged forth instantly, contracting and condensing rapidly under the control of his Spirit Sense...

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a large purple blade and slashed toward Mo Wuming.

Before the purple blade arrived, a wave of heat had already rushed toward his face.

Mo Wuming stared intently at the descending purple blade, his expression grave.

With a thought.

Black and White Qi surged continuously from the void, surrounding the purple blade, wrapping and obstructing it layer by layer, constantly wearing down the power of the purple blade.

However, the power of the purple blade exceeded his expectations.

It pushed hard against the heavy, mountain-like Black and White Qi and crashed through.

His expression changed, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

Yet, he was still a fraction too slow and was grazed by a wisp of blade Qi.

Pfft~

A spray of blood blossomed on his shoulder.

A wisp of scorching, destructive flame power drilled into his body.

His heart jolted, and he hurriedly mobilized the Spiritual Power within his body to extinguish it.

"This guy..."

"He really isn't easy to deal with!"

Mo Wuming let out a long breath, looked up at Ye Lingyun, and the expression on his face grew increasingly grave.

"To think you actually blocked this strike of mine!"

Ye Lingyun looked at Mo Wuming with surprise, "To be able to take this strike of mine with the cultivation of a Nascent Soul Early Stage, your strength is not bad at all."

"If it were a year ago, you might have been able to cause me some trouble, but now..."

"You are still far from it!"

As soon as his voice fell.

He stretched his hands out flat, and within his palms, two clusters of flames leaped out.

They were the Purple Spirit Flame he had used before and a cluster of Light Green Spirit Flame.

Immediately after.

He grabbed the two Spirit Flames with both palms and slammed them together.

The two Spirit Flames actually fused, transforming into a Gray Flame, and its momentum surged violently.

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the Gray Flame.

Mo Wuming's heart began to beat wildly.

This flame was too strong; he could not block it!

If he didn't flee, he might die!

His expression shifted constantly, and he gritted his teeth hard, but in the end, he did not retreat even a single step.

The three people behind him were all extremely important friends of Daoist Friend Wang.

He should not, and would not, retreat!

Ever since he met Daoist Friend Wang, Daoist Friend Wang had gifted him many Pills for free, which had been of great help to him.

He, Mo Wuming, was not a person who would fail to repay a kindness, nor was he a person who feared death.

At worst, he would just die.

Fight it out!

"Still not running? You really have guts!"

"Since that's the case, next, pay the price for your bravado."

Ye Lingyun sneered and suddenly threw the Gray Flame in his hand.

After leaving his body, the Gray Flame writhed rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a large gray blade, slashing toward Mo Wuming with an astonishing temperature.

Mo Wuming's expression was resolute; he slammed his palms together.

Rolling Black and White Qi surged out, flowing toward the large gray blade like a river.

However.

The large gray blade not only had an astonishing temperature, but it also contained a dense aura of destruction ignited by the collision of two Spirit Flames.

As the aura of destruction swept across, the Black and White Qi was rapidly extinguished.

Facing the obstruction of the black and white river, the large gray blade only stalled for an instant before cleaving the river apart, continuing to slash down toward Mo Wuming while carrying a terrifying temperature.

Mo Wuming's expression shifted.

Just as he was about to dodge.

A cold sneer flashed across Ye Lingyun's face.

"Want to retreat now?"

"Too late!"

He clenched his palm abruptly.

Boom!

The large gray blade exploded instantly.

A massive amount of gray flames surged and expanded in all directions like a burst levee, swallowing Mo Wuming whole. A moment later.

The gray flames vanished, and Mo Wuming, who had been swallowed within, was revealed once more.

At this moment, he was kneeling on one knee, his clothes burned to tatters, his body covered in large patches of scorch marks.

His face was deathly pale, his aura weak.

"Oh?"

"You didn't die."

Seeing this, a look of surprise appeared on Ye Lingyun's face.

This method of fusing Spirit Flames was a secret technique he had comprehended after breaking through to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

It counted as one of his trump cards.

He hadn't expected it to fail to finish off the opponent in one strike.

This guy's strength was indeed extraordinary!

However~

It ends here after all.

Ye Lingyun waved his palm.

A large expanse of purple flames emerged, transforming into a sea of fire, spreading toward Mo Wuming.

The sea of fire expanded at an astonishing speed.

Mo Wuming was not only heavily injured at this moment, but his Spiritual Power had also been exhausted in the previous attack.

He was already powerless to resist.

Feeling the rapidly rising temperature in his surroundings.

Mo Wuming shook his head bitterly.

It was a disadvantage in cultivation, after all.

Otherwise, he might not have been without the strength to fight.

It's a pity...

In the end, he still couldn't help Daoist Friend Wang protect them...

Just as Mo Wuming held the heart to die, facing the encroaching sea of fire with composure.

A cold female voice suddenly arrived.

"Extinguish~"

As the voice echoed, the sea of fire that had almost reached Mo Wuming's face instantly froze.

Then, like an image in a mirror, it shattered and was extinguished.

At the same time, among the ten people watching the battle on the side.

Five Cultivators who were closer to the edge of the sea of fire suddenly had their physical bodies disintegrate for no reason, and five Nascent Souls flew out from the dead bodies in a panic.

The remaining five people saw this scene, their expressions changed drastically, and they all retreated backward together.

Ye Lingyun's expression tightened.

He turned his head to look behind him.

In the void a hundred zhang away, shards of a shattered Ice Mirror were slowly dissipating.

Behind the Ice Mirror shards, three figures stood in the air.

They were three women of stunning beauty.

One had a petite figure, and one had a pure temperament.

The most eye-catching one was the woman located between the two.

She seemed like an elf meticulously carved by the Creator, without a single flaw.

Even though the women standing on either side were already beauties of the mortal world.

Yet in front of her, he was still suppressed by a notch.

At this moment, a faint smile hung upon her flawless face.

"Ye Lingyun, you've grown bold, haven't you."

"I haven't even gone to look for you yet, and you, this little mouse, have actually jumped out on your own."