Chapter 317: Sweeping Away

Ren Shaoming's head was held in Yu Liancheng's hand, fresh blood dripping continuously from the severed neck and splashing onto the ground in scattered spots.

That rough face, tattooed with a green dragon, still bore a look of terror and a trace of disbelief, as if he could not believe that he, a big shot who dominated the southern martial arts world, had died here so easily.

"Yu Liancheng, you are seeking your own death."

Zhu Yuyan's face was as sunken as water, her eyes icy cold. Ren Shaoming was involved in the Yin Gui Sect's deployment in the south; being killed by the opponent at this moment, coupled with that arrogant attitude, caused even this Grandmaster-level expert to surge with anger, and she let out a soft shout: "Kill!"

At the order, over two hundred crossbowmen were the first to pull back the curtain on the siege. They lined up, and arrows flew like locusts, carrying a whistling sound as they pierced the air, shooting toward Yu Liancheng like a cloud of black mist.

These were specially made crossbows of the Yin Gui Sect, designed specifically to pierce armor, with immense power no less than a strike from a master of hidden weapons. With such dense arrows covering every direction, very few people in the world could avoid them.

Yet, at this very moment, a low moan sounded in Yu Liancheng's ears.

This voice was soft, lingering, and carried a demonic power that bewitched the mind, poignant and soul-stirring. It seemed to want to stir up the most fragile and unsightly parts of everyone's heart. It also carried a unique allure, causing distracting thoughts to arise and hallucinations to sprout.

Amidst this soul-snatching, delicate cry, almost no one could keep their mind from being lost.

Those with shallow willpower would reveal their ugly side on the spot, unable to control themselves. Even those with strong willpower and deep cultivation, as long as they could not cut themselves off from the world, would inevitably be affected, with their full power reduced to only seven or eight tenths.

——Heavenly Demon Sound.

This was precisely one of the Yin Gui Sect's unique skills, the Heavenly Demon Sound.

However, Yu Liancheng was completely unaffected; he shook his head and commented in a low voice: "Like a little female cat in heat."

After speaking, he opened his mouth and took a light breath, which seemed to sweep the air within a radius of thirty feet clean, swallowing it all into his belly.

The next moment, a sound like a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl erupted from Yu Liancheng's mouth, possessing the power to make heaven and earth mourn and the wind and clouds change color; the waves of sound transformed into invisible Qi blades, shredding all the incoming arrows and turning them into piles of wood shavings that fluttered about.

Moreover, the lingering power of this sound wave surged out in all directions.

Even top experts like Zhu Yuyan and Pi Shouxuan, who had thick Innate True Qi protecting their bodies, were stunned in their minds and dazed for an instant, let alone the group of burly crossbowmen.

Their Qi and Blood surged, stars danced before their eyes, and blood flowed from their seven orifices; swaying like drunkards, they all fell to the ground together, unaware of the world around them.

"It seems my Shattering Dragon Roar is still more brilliant." Yu Liancheng chuckled, quite pleased with this roar of his.

Wen Cai-ting, Zhu Yuyan, and the others exchanged glances, all seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes. Even though they had guessed the opponent's martial arts were high, they had not expected them to be this high.

But with things having reached this point, there was no way back.

"Young Master."

Suddenly, a series of suggestive, intoxicating, and delicate gasps emanated from Wen Cai-ting's throat.

She looked at Yu Liancheng with affection, her steps blooming like lotuses as she paced toward him; not only was her posture extremely pleasing to the eye, but it also revealed her full curves, adding a touch of charm and allure that made one wish to immediately pull her into their arms and love her wantonly.

Wen Cai-ting's demonic arts path differed from that of Zhu Yuyan and Wanwan, specializing in seduction and illusion. At this moment, she exerted her demonic arts to the fullest, displaying her voluptuous figure, which could truly make any man's heart sway.

Yu Liancheng's eyes were dazed, as if bewitched by Wen Cai-ting.

At this very instant, the "Silver-haired Demoness" Dan Mei's silver hair flew about, terrifying sharp light shot from her eyes, and her hands flew up; from her left and right sleeves, a long, thin silk ribbon flew out, twisting and changing like a venomous snake as it coiled toward Yu Liancheng, its speed incredibly fast, yet without the slightest bit of force or sound of wind.

In a flash, the ribbon had wrapped around Yu Liancheng's entire body, like a rice dumpling.

"Cloud-Rain Dual Cultivation" Pi Shouxuan's eyes lit up, his body darting like lightning, while the copper flute in his palm turned and he thrust it out fiercely.

With this thrust, he poured out the thick power he had refined for decades without reservation, like a mountain flood, like thunder, like an angry wave. It kicked up a massive gale and thunderous roars.

In an instant, these three veteran demons of the Yin Gui Sect formed a seamless joint offensive, intending to put Yu Liancheng to death.

Wen Cai-ting used seduction to capture the mind.

Dan Mei used the ribbon to entangle and control.

And then, the most powerful of them, Pi Shouxuan, delivered the fatal blow.

The "Queen of Yin" Zhu Yuyan stood on the roof, watching everything below with an expressionless face.

She did not strike, but her robes billowed, the surrounding air being drawn toward her, and a deep, dark light radiated from her eyes. Clearly, she was pushing her Heavenly Demon Art to the limit, ready to launch a fatal blow at any moment.

Wanwan shook her head slightly; only she truly understood Yu Liancheng's background, and she knew that the Yin Gui Sect would suffer heavy casualties in this battle, perhaps even failing to recover.

But only in this way, given Zhu Yuyan's strong personality, would she submit and attach herself to Yu Liancheng, carving out a bright path.

Just as the copper flute was about to pierce Yu Liancheng's body, the two silk ribbons wrapped around him suddenly tightened, and in the next moment, they exploded and flew apart.

Dan Mei, at the other end of the ribbon, felt a massive, incomparable force transmitted to her; her face turned as pale as paper, blood sprayed from her mouth and nose, and she collapsed limply to the ground.

At the same time, Yu Liancheng's right fingers bloomed like an orchid, and he flicked them casually, as if brushing dust off his sleeve; this was the "Ruyi Orchid Hand" learned from Wumingdao.

This flick lacked the mysterious and elusive quality of the Ruyi Orchid Hand, but in terms of power, even if Ruyi Xianzi were resurrected, she would die under this light flick.

With a "bang," the copper flute in Pi Shouxuan's palm exploded, and he himself let out a miserable scream; the blood vessels and meridians in half his body burst, and he fell backward like a broken rag doll, crashing through a wall and twitching twice before his life or death became unknown.

Yu Liancheng did not even look at the panicked Wen Cai-ting; he struck out with a palm, sending a blast of air that sent her flying away.

"Queen of Yin, your lackeys are unreliable; you had better step in yourself." Yu Liancheng looked up at Zhu Yuyan with a cold sneer.

In no more than ten breaths of time, the luxurious lineup organized by Zhu Yuyan had been wiped out; the top experts of the Yin Gui Sect were either dead or injured, the elite crossbowmen had been shocked into idiocy, leaving only the master and disciple, Zhu Yuyan and Wanwan.

This result made Zhu Yuyan's whole body turn cold, her heart dripping with blood. With this one battle, the entire strength of the Yin Gui Sect would regress by decades, and they would no longer have the power to contend for the world.

Wanwan covered her cherry lips with her small hand, a complex expression appearing on her face. Even she could never have predicted that the Yin Gui Sect experts would be defeated so cleanly and decisively.