Chapter 16: One Against Six at the Peak of Spirit Sea Realm

The train pulled away from Tianyun Shi, entering a long stretch of hilly terrain, weaving continuously through one pitch-black tunnel after another.

Occasionally, wild beasts would climb over the wire fencing along the railway, and some lawbreakers would also seize the chance to cause trouble.

On a hillside not far from the tunnel.

Several dozen black-robed figures stared toward the tunnel exit, emanating an aura entirely different from that of Martial Artists.

The leader spoke coldly: "According to intelligence, there's a Diwu Peak expert on the train, and also a late-stage Dharma Image Martial Artist. Lei Hu and I will draw those two's attention; your target is to bring that SSS-level kid back to me."

"If you can't even deal with a bunch of students, go slit your own throats and go to Shen Guo to beg our gods for forgiveness."

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Dense blood qi erupted from the black-robed figures, and a figure raised a hand, slashing out a blood-colored Slash.

The Slash came down at an angle, carrying the force of splitting a mountain! It struck the entrance of the next tunnel, instantly collapsing the rock and sending dust billowing into the air, completely blocking the train's path ahead.

Behind two of the black-robed figures, two hundred-meter-tall blood-red Dharma Images slowly materialized, their spiritual might vast and mighty, instantly spreading across the entire mountain forest — this was the exclusive Dharma Image possessed only by Martial Artists who had reached the Divine Image Realm Realm.

The conductor looked at the blocked path ahead, a flash of terror in his eyes, and hurriedly activated the manual control system, slamming the emergency brakes on the train.

Otherwise, if it just rammed straight in—

Any Martial Artist below the Spirit Sea Realm would have absolutely zero chance of survival!

The train slid forward a distance due to inertia, only barely coming to a stop.

At this moment, in one of the carriages.

Sensing that nauseating aura, Lin Lao, who had been resting with his eyes closed, snapped them open instantly.

He exchanged a glance with Zhou Lian, said nothing more, and their figures vanished almost simultaneously, leaving only one sentence echoing in everyone's ears.

"Cultists have appeared — you must be careful! Do not let your guard down!"

Jiang Qin, who had been nearly dozing off, snapped his eyes wide open, a sharp gleam bursting forth.

Cultists… the Gods' Sect!!

…

Lin Lao and Zhou Lian burst out of the train. The vast spiritual might emanating from the two Dharma Images had no effect on them whatsoever, while the aura around their bodies began to climb steadily.

The surrounding rocks and earth, unable to bear this terrifying spiritual pressure, were ruthlessly crushed to pieces.

Zhou Lian recognized the identities of those two, his brow furrowing deeply:

"Xue Ying Lao Gui of the Gods' Sect, and a guardian. They were causing trouble on the Frontier not long ago — how could they suddenly appear here?"

From beneath Lei Hu's black robe, the Gods' Sect's Great Guardian revealed a sinister face, couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, and laughed:

"Naturally, we want to have a taste of fresh blood and flesh. Those geniuses you painstakingly picked out really saved us the trouble, delivering themselves right here. In a moment, I'll be magnanimous enough to leave you an intact corpse!"

Lin Lao's expression showed no fear, and the aura unique to Diwu Peak was displayed without reserve!

"Then let this old man see whether you rats have that kind of strength! To think you'd actually dare deliver yourselves to our door seeking death — today I will certainly see that the two of you scourges are not left alive."

The great battle was on the verge of erupting, its might vast and mighty.

At the same time.

The guards aboard the train also began to engage the Gods' Sect members in combat.

Taking advantage of those guards being held up, six black-robed figures arrived at the VIP carriage, their blood-colored auras around their bodies released without any concealment, pressing down on the students until they could barely breathe.

After all, they had only just broken through to the Spirit Attraction Realm, and this was their first time facing cultists.

In the back row, a glint of solemnity flashed through Jiang Qin's eyes.

They're all uniformly at the peak of the Spirit Sea Realm — completely different in the aura they give off from those Gods' Sect members he had encountered in the eastern district of Tianyun Shi before.

"It's people from the Gods' Sect! Run!"

"I just got into Modu Academy — I don't want to die here like this."

Two students from other cities were so terrified they turned to flee. Not every city was like Tianyun Shi, where students were made to undergo real combat trials before the Academy selection — which also resulted in their willpower being less than firm.

Unfortunately, if they had chosen to fight hard, they might still have had some chance of survival.

The next second, two scythes pierced through those two students' chests, the blades blooming with an eerie red light. The two students' bodies visibly withered and shriveled, until only a husk of skin remained.

One of the black-robed figures locked his gaze onto Jiang Qin: "He's the SSS-level one — the Vice Cult Master said he wants him taken alive!"

The remaining black-robed figures also instantly locked onto Jiang Qin, bypassing those students and charging straight toward the back row.

Even Li Yunyan was somewhat nervous at this moment, but she didn't retreat — instead, she took out her silver spear.

"They're coming — what do we do?"

Jiang Qin expressionlessly grabbed her by the back of her collar and tossed her to the very last row. A Spirit Sea Realm battle wasn't something Li Yunyan could intervene in yet; staying by his side would only hamper his movements.

His figure flashed, shattering the carriage window beside him, and he burst out of the train.

The space inside the carriage was limited, and with so many cumbersome students around, they would only affect his performance. After all, he had reservations, but those Gods' Sect people certainly wouldn't have any.

The six were like soul-reaping ghosts, grinding heavily on every student's heart, until they chased out of the carriage — only then did this crushing pressure dissipate.

Someone couldn't help but swallow hard: "Those Gods' Sect people are coming for Jiang Qin — their strength is at least Spirit Sea Realm. We should be fine, right?"

Jin Zhan glared fiercely at that person: "Spineless! Having become a Martial Artist and still being so afraid of death — with such a tiny courage, why even be a Martial Artist? Better to stay home and be a turtle."

Saying that, he picked up his weapon and led the others charging toward the front carriages.

They couldn't intervene in a Spirit Sea Realm battle, but the Gods' Sect couldn't possibly send out dozens of Spirit Sea Realm cultivators at once. At a time like this, everyone was a grasshopper on the same rope — they could only do their utmost to help.

Although the Jin family's education had made Jin Zhan's temperament arrogant, arrogance didn't mean he was stupid — he had his own martial dao convictions.

At this moment, within the pitch-black tunnel.

The sounds of clashing metal rang out continuously. These black-robed figures had perception far beyond ordinary people, and could barely track Jiang Qin's Slashes — but it was only barely, and they could only stay on the defensive the whole time.

Jiang Qin grumbled inwardly: This Gods' Sect really is rolling in money — every single one of them has a third-tier spirit artifact.

"Kid, just surrender obediently — you're no match for us!"

"Let me give you a line: villains always die from talking too much."

A flash of cold light swept past his eyes. As Jiang Qin accelerated the release of his Slash, he tossed out a small mountain-shaped seal.

The small seal grew larger and larger, swelling to ten meters tall in the span of a breath, pressing down with the weight of Mount Tai. The two black-robed men had just tried to dodge when they saw it, but the slashes made it impossible for them to focus, and in the end they were crushed beneath the great seal.

This was a third-tier spirit artifact Lin Lao had given Jiang Qin privately — the Mountain Seal.

Don't be fooled by its mere ten-meter height; its mass equals over a hundred tons, exceeding the limit a Spirit Sea Peak Martial Artist could withstand. The drawback, however, was that it consumed an enormous amount of Spirit Energy — with Jiang Qin's current reserves, he could only maintain it for five minutes.

Two slashes burst forth and took the lives of those two men, then the ten-meter seal shrank back into a small seal and returned to Jiang Qin's hand.

With two companions gone, the pressure on the remaining four grew even greater, and they couldn't help cursing inwardly.

Damn it — is this really the power someone at the Spirit Attraction Realm can unleash?!

And those slashes — nobody told them this guy could fire off hundreds of slashes in one go!

Is he even human?

If this kept up, they'd only be picked off one by one. Finally, one of them spoke up and commanded:

"Xue Jiu, Xue Ba — offer up your lives for our god."

The moment the words fell, the two black-robed men broke from the group, ignoring the incoming slashes, and charged straight at Jiang Qin. In an instant, a pillar of blood light erupted from their bodies!

"Holy shit, are you kidding me — self-destructing?! Is that guy your father? Why the hell are you so obedient!"

Jiang Qin didn't dare be careless. His physical body was only slightly stronger than an ordinary Spirit Attraction Realm cultivator's — it was nowhere near tough enough to withstand the self-detonation of a Spirit Sea Realm Martial Artist.