Chapter 321: Invite Everyone to Join Great Qian in My Way

Qingqiu collected various cultivation methods, studied them with deep focus, and gathered the strengths of all schools.

Their formation discs, though not comparable to the Xu family of old, were still highly accomplished and certainly not mere showpieces.

But now, under the gaze of all, they were stepped on and shattered by a single foot.

Facing that towering figure looking down upon them, the faces of the two Qingqiu Ancestors twisted with ferocity: "Draw your swords!"

As the words fell, a vast multitude of flying swords emerged from their storage treasures, shimmering with silver light, all inlaid with gold and jade, looking indescribably magnificent.

The sword lights converged, forming a long dragon coiling with momentum; in an instant, the surrounding spiritual energy was completely drained.

A sharp, piercing long whistle gradually transformed into a violent howl.

"Stop!"

Tang Yuan finally leaped into the air; almost at the same moment, the Yaksha Dharma Image also suddenly soared upward.

"What are you doing? It was agreed that Mount Wutong would come to negotiate peace. My master has not yet arrived; why have you suddenly started fighting?"

Tang Yuan stood in the middle, seemingly impartial.

The two Qingqiu Ancestors were nearly so angry they spat a mouthful of old blood. Good heavens, this person had just set fires and broken formations, nearly burning a whole clan of them into bald foxes, and the Tang family acted as if they saw nothing; now that they were about to fight back, he jumped out.

Could you make your bias any more obvious?

But they dared not truly turn against Mount Wutong; their faces were extremely grim. Pointing their sword fingers, watching the sword-light dragon rise and fall, they were momentarily frozen in place.

"Surname Shen, just you wait!"

The Qingqiu foxes valued their demeanor the most, but now the two Ancestors bared their teeth like ordinary foxes: "Tsk."

Only then did Tang Yuan look at Shen Yi, secretly blinking his eyes.

One must know that the powerful cultivators of Qingqiu had come out in full force this time; there were more than just those present before their eyes.

Letting off some steam was one thing, but it was better not to make a big scene.

Master Zhu Jue also rode the Golden Body Dharma Image, silently arriving behind junior brother Shen.

Just at this moment.

Shen Yi slowly stepped forward, speaking calmly: "This has nothing to do with Great Qian; this is a personal grudge. They have been seeking me for a long time."

Hearing this, Tang Yuan pondered for an instant and suddenly understood.

So this group of fox demons had been clinging on relentlessly these past days, demanding to settle right and wrong with Great Qian, and it actually concerned Daoist Shen.

How dare they...?

"I wonder how Qingqiu offended Daoist Shen?" Tang Yuan nodded, still intending to mediate once more.

"I offended your grandfather!" The Qingqiu Ancestor could finally hold back no longer; it was simply too oppressive: "Surname Shen, if you still count as a cultivator, stop using Mount Wutong to bully people!"

"..."

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow, his figure suddenly darting past Tang Yuan.

"Good!"

The two Qingqiu Ancestors angrily stamped on auspicious clouds and soared into the air.

The sword-light dragon unleashed a sharp, piercing whistle, even shaking the dark clouds filling the sky apart!

Silver light spanned mountains and rivers, roaring as it sought to swallow that slender figure.

Facing that massive assault.

Shen Yi suddenly threw a punch, his entire body's blood qi surging toward the sky.

The previously terrifying purple-gold flames had all transformed into the Li Fire Great Sun.

Not a trace of aura remained on his body.

But amidst the uniform sound of sword ringing, everyone heard a faint, barely audible roar.

As if an ancient ferocious demon had awakened from slumber.

Bai Xi's slender five fingers clenched tightly, stopping before the head of the sword-light dragon.

In the next instant, the crisp sound of "crack, crack" echoed all around.

The flying swords filling the sky shattered in the blink of an eye, exploding into endless sharp fragments.

The broken swords, like a downpour of rain, covered the Qi Sect.

The two Qingqiu Ancestors stared blankly at the scene before them; in the next moment, that green figure suddenly shot forth from the rain of swords.

Shen Yi stepped horizontally across the void, his long boot kicking hard against the fox face of that tall Ancestor.

"Pah!"

Though the Qingqiu Ancestor boasted of being a cultivator, its demon body was no fabrication.

Yet under this kick, it was blasted straight out.

The other Ancestor hurriedly retrieved a treasure to assist, only to see Shen Yi had already acted a step ahead, casually flinging a circle of thorns that bound it from the waist up, including both hands.

That Ancestor struggled with all its might, only to see the poisonous thorns on the vines pierce deeply into its flesh, with the intense poison instantly flooding in.

"What a vicious treasure..."

Dark green fluid oozed from its lips, and even its pupils trembled.

Its hands shook as it tried to form a hand seal.

But it saw Shen Yi wave his hand again; six flying swords rose to the sky together at some mysterious angle, hovering around it.

"Cut."

Shen Yi casually pressed down, and his entire person flew toward the fox demon that had been blasted away.

At the instant his hand pressed down.

The six flying swords pierced through the Qingqiu Ancestor's body with a "puchi" sound.

A mere Qingqiu; how could it compare to the foundation of the Xuan Guang Cave? Picking out any single item at random would be enough for them to play with for a while.

At the same time.

He had already arrived beside the fox demon that had been blasted away.

Shen Yi's body-refining cultivation was merely at the early stage of Soul Transformation, but his benchmark was at least the Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor, ranked fortieth in the Thousand Demon Cave; no random Soul Transformation cultivator could hope to match him.

"Dharma-Subduing Vajra!"

Caught off guard, the Ancestor could only press his palms together in prayer.

A gilded short staff smashed down with sudden force.

Yet it couldn't last even a single breath before Shen Yi shattered it with one punch.

"Dragon-Soaring Cave-Dwelling Art!"

The Qingqiu Ancestor turned to flee, but Shen Yi grabbed his neck with a single palm.

It twisted its head back, its pupils beginning to shift.

Before it could unleash its innate divine ability, Shen Yi suddenly pierced both its eyes with finger-swords.

Arrays, sword control, magical treasures, demon innate abilities.

It seemed to know a little of everything.

Yet under Shen Yi's simple fists and palms, none of it seemed to have any use.

One force breaks ten thousand methods!

Coldness suddenly flashed at Shen Yi's fingertips; he fully activated the Cold Jade Mysterious Silk Gloves, instantly freezing the Qingqiu Ancestor.

Immediately, he threw another punch.

Amidst the sound of cracking, the Qingqiu Ancestor shattered directly, breaking into pieces of ice sculpture that scattered across the ground.

Shen Yi casually stored these ice sculptures into his storage treasure.

He turned his head to look back.

The other Qingqiu Ancestor had just broken free from the thorns with the help of many clan members, with flying swords still stuck in his body.

Swept by the youth's gaze, it trembled violently and roared: "Roar!"

Clearly, the fall of his fellow disciple had terrified him so much that he had lost his composure.

Since spells and techniques wouldn't work, he could only return to his old trade.

In an instant, a demon body dozens of zhang long revealed itself in the world; the all-white old fox stomped fiercely with its hind legs, and its entire body suddenly soared into the air.

Just then, it let out a piercing, mournful wail.

It turned its head in terror and saw that its massive tail was tightly gripped by a palm.

Shen Yi stood calmly in the mountains.

His expression showed no great turmoil, yet in his hand, that fox demon could no longer rise even a fraction.

As he exerted force with his arm,

under the stunned gaze of everyone present, the dozens-of-zhang giant fox was suddenly slammed onto the ground.

The mountain ranges surrounding the Qi Sect collapsed directly.

The terrifying sight of the earth shaking and mountains trembling was far beyond what human strength could achieve.

The fox demon's mouth twitched, spilling dark green fluid once more; its eyes reflected the figure in green robes rushing toward it.

"Ah!!"

Shen Yi's tiny figure darted to the side of its head, and a vicious palm strike suddenly smashed into the corner of its mouth.

All its fangs were shattered completely.

The entire fox head smashed into the mountainside once more.

Shen Yi stepped directly into its mouth, then burst out from its back; when he reappeared, he already held a round demon core in his hand.

He turned his gaze back indifferently.

He saw the old fox's four limbs thrashing wildly, shattering everything around it, yet the thrashing grew weaker and weaker until it hung down lifelessly.

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and placed the demon core into his storage treasure.

Qingqiu could join Great Qian in another way, using a method more familiar to itself.

(End of this chapter)