Chapter 241

Looking from afar.

The originally heaven-shaking sounds of slaughter had gradually faded.

Chen Hang stood in mid-air, his expression cold.

A pair of red eyes, bright as blood, were scarlet and dripping, making people look on with awe.

Sword light shot from his whole body, his precious robe shone, and the Yin-Erosion Yin Shi Hong Shui densely filled the air, gathering and dispersing without a fixed pattern, while the Innate Great Sun Divine Light surged out like a wild torrent, dyeing the surrounding mile of clouds and mist in golden and red, which was extremely magnificent!

Its momentum was like a hundred rivers collapsing and rushing, grand and eye-catching!

At this moment.

Of the dozen or so cultivators who had besieged him, only four remained.

Scattered on the ground were broken corpses and flesh, their miserable deaths varied, with various organs flowing from their bellies, clearly visible.

And the smell of blood drifted with the wind, making one want to vomit upon smelling it...

Qiao Yan looked blankly at the broken flesh and limbs on the ground, then raised his head.

He saw that the remaining four were also in a precarious situation under Chen Hang's fierce offensive, struggling to cope and unable to attend to everything.

He shivered fiercely, his eyelids jumping violently.

Fourteen people!

These were fourteen talented elites from the noble clans, who had been nourished by prime elixir and white paste while in their mother's womb, soaked in jade liquid and medicinal juices since childhood to grow their muscles and bones, learned superior profound techniques, and possessed secret methods—not fourteen wild loose cultivators!

Yet he had only ordered them to take the first step, and he himself had arrived late by half a quarter of an hour.

In just this little time.

Fourteen Purple Palace High Merits from noble clans had been defeated by Chen Hang, with only four left struggling to hold on.

This gave Qiao Yan a trance-like illusion as if he were still dreaming, suspecting he hadn't woken up yet.

But the sounds of shouting and killing not far away were exceptionally clear.

And the rotten corpses and bloody smell on the ground were also a reminder.

All this before his eyes was real and true...

"Even when Third Brother was in the Purple Palace, he could hardly achieve this step. In just half a quarter of an hour, he killed ten experts of the same realm..."

Qiao Yan's hands in his sleeves trembled slightly, and the trace of fear in his heart was truly hard to suppress:

"With such killing power, I fear only Wei Daofu of the White Commerce Academy and that He Lizi could steadily suppress Chen Hang in the same realm.

In the Four Academies Competition thirty years from now, this person will probably steal the spotlight and soar into the sky!"

In an instant, Qiao Yan's thoughts turned like lightning, countless ideas flashing through his mind, but he quickly recovered from his trance, shouted sharply, called over his two companions beside him, and flew toward the battle circle, wanting to approach and help.

Because Chen Hang was not a nobody in the Lower Academy, the title of "Battle Victor" personally designated by the Upper Sect elders was almost known to everyone.

Intimidated by his prestige.

After Qiao Yan received the female cultivator's message, he did not act rashly but carefully calculated.

He first sent the personnel under Xiao Xiujing's command and those disciples who intended to capture and kill Chen Hang to report back to their clans, totaling fourteen people, asking them to set off first.

He did not ask these fourteen to achieve success in one stroke, only to drag Chen Hang down, which would count as a victory.

And afterward, he personally wrote a letter, tied it to a flying talisman, and sent a message to the two Cave-Mystic Refiners, Yin He and Ji Yuetan.

Because in this Flowing Fire Macro-Transformation Mystic Realm.

There was also a vast, unopened underground palace hidden.

Powerful figures like Xiao Xiujing, Liu Guan, and Shen Cheng had each occupied a Water-Fire Well and were refining the restrictions at the wellheads.

They were only waiting for the three stone gates in front of the underground palace to be broken before they would enter the palace through the Water-Fire Wells to compete for the Pure Yang Creation left by the Fire Glow Ancestor, so they were truly unable to spare themselves.

And Yin He and Ji Yuetan, although they were also Cave-Mystic cultivators.

In terms of Daoist methods, they were far inferior to Xiao Xiujing and Shen Cheng, so they naturally could not compete for any Water-Fire Wells and were not tied down.

Yin He had the intention of defecting to Xiao Xiujing, but because he was proud of his family background, he hadn't truly signed a magic contract.

Calling Yin He to help was truly a sure thing.

As for Ji Yuetan, although this person had no friendship with Xiao Xiujing.

But according to Qiao Yan's knowledge, Ji Yuetan had received strict orders from his clan elders before entering the mystic realm to kill Chen Hang by any means necessary.

In this way.

With two Cave-Mystic Refiners as the main force, plus more than a dozen Purple Palace High Merits.

In Qiao Yan's estimation.

Let alone Chen Hang, even figures like Xiao Xiujing would need to brace themselves and could not be too careless!

"Although the current situation is a bit tricky, it is not so bad that it cannot be saved. Yin He and Ji Yuetan are both on their way; as long as we drag this out for a moment, we can achieve success! Once Chen Hang is eliminated, that Qiao Rui will be easy to capture!"

Qiao Yan thought of the Moon-Wheel Mirror in his sleeve pouch, his mind settled, and he thought secretly:

"With this object in hand, just dragging him down shouldn't be difficult!"

At this moment.

Qiao Yan and the few people beside him had already flown over as light.

The four people trapped in the battle circle by Chen Hang saw this scene and were all encouraged, suddenly feeling a sense of survival after a disaster, and their long-tense minds relaxed slightly without realizing it.

Chen Hang sneered in his heart, seized this fleeting opportunity, and pointed his hand.

The Yin-Erosion Yin Shi Hong Shui instantly dispersed into three hundred and sixty-five drops, striking from all directions toward a black-faced cultivator, eroding a large hole in his magic robe.

The sword light followed closely, arriving in an instant, passing through the hole, and cleanly bringing out a bloody head!

A purple-robed girl caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of her eye, her face pale with fright, and the next instant, the sword light whistled through the air, smashing her fish-drum-shaped talisman artifact and sending it flying six or seven zhang away.

Afterward, the Innate Great Sun Divine Light swept over, and upon touching the girl's magic robe and protective talismans, it made a short crackling sound, destroying them all.

Then, with a light turn, where the girl had been standing, only a broken corpse remained, which trembled once before falling from the sky with a thud.

This sudden scene left everyone present unable to react.

In just the time it takes to point a finger.

Two more people had died, their deaths miserable.

The two remaining in the battle circle were terrified, retreating a few steps involuntarily, and looked at each other, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Qiao Yan was furious, seeing that Chen Hang would not stop and had turned his target to a green-eyed youth.

Clearly, he wanted to finish off the remaining two in one go, and then focus his mind on dealing with him.

Without Qiao Yan's order, the people beside him had already employed their means to strike at Chen Hang, wanting to use this to delay Chen Hang's offensive.

Qiao Yan also hooked his finger, silently pinching a magic seal, and suddenly a wisp of clear smoke rose from behind his head.

In the smoke, there was a golden-armored god general riding a white tiger and holding a dragon-scale sword, his prestige vast, his aura rushing to the clouds, with the momentum of pressing down on the stars!

The golden-armored god general shouted violently, patted the white tiger beneath him, and instantly pierced through layers of dark space, disappearing from sight.

This method was called the "Secret Incantation of Calling Gods and Gathering Soldiers," which could summon heavenly spirits and left-and-right officials to protect one's life and kill ghosts and demons; its power was extremely extraordinary.

In the Hongguang Xiao Clan, only those who were valued could learn it; not everyone could!

It is said that this "Secret Incantation of Calling Gods and Gathering Soldiers" was created by an elder of the Xiao Clan who had practiced in the demonic God-Shen Shen Yu Zong and, having witnessed the God-Shen Shen Yu Zong's great divine ability, the "Ten Thousand Spirits Command," had felt something and spent over a hundred years in seclusion to create it.

Although it was far inferior to the God-Shen Shen Yu Zong's great divine ability.

Inside, it also carried a few traces of the mysterious and ghostly charm of the "Ten Thousand Spirits Command"!

At this moment, facing the heavy offensive striking from behind, Chen Hang did not dodge but continued to press toward the green-eyed youth, stroking his chest, and the Purple-Mystery Precious Robe instantly raised a group of gorgeous smoke clouds to protect his body.

The means struck by several cultivators only caused the smoke clouds to tremble, but they did not shake in the slightest, except for the golden-armored god general summoned by Qiao Yan with the "Secret Incantation of Calling Gods and Gathering Soldiers," who slashed down, and in an instant, a cold, sharp light flashed, illuminating heaven and earth!

Looking closely.

The sword strike of the golden-armored god general had actually sliced open three or four tenths of the smoke clouds, murderous intent chilling!

Chen Hang was slightly surprised in his heart. At this moment, however, he saw that after the golden-armored god general slashed that sword, its overall bright radiance dimmed quite a bit, and its momentum was not as full as before.

He shook his head, brushed his hand, and the Innate Great Sun Divine Light shone open. In the blink of an eye, it covered the golden-armored god general, who had missed its strike and wanted to flee.

Although the golden-armored god general struggled to resist, after being touched by this light, in just a moment, it became a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated, returning to heaven and earth.

Qiao Yan's face turned pale, his expression ugly.

However, after this obstruction, the green-eyed youth found an opening, exerted all his strength to drive his escape light, and fled the battle circle.

At the same time.

The other person in the battle circle followed suit, gathering all his strength to take the opportunity to pull himself away.

And after these two put distance between themselves and Chen Hang, they did not approach Qiao Yan but dispersed, fleeing in different directions without leaving a single word.

"..."

Qiao Yan's pupils widened, his lips moving.

As if wanting to say something, but in the end, he shook his head.

Fourteen people had been killed until only two remained, and having struggled to hold on until now, he figured these two had also lost their courage and had no more bravery to speak of.

Even if he forced them to stay here, he feared they would be of no help and might even get in the way...

Qiao Yan sighed lightly and turned his gaze to Chen Hang.

Their gazes met.

After a brief stalemate, booming sounds followed, and the sounds of slaughter exploded instantly!

Although Qiao Yan wanted to use words to delay until Yin He and Ji Yuetan arrived, and if he could shake Chen Hang and force him to hand over Qiao Rui, that would be even better.

But having lived under someone else's roof since childhood, he had developed a meticulous heart, and at one glance, he knew his actions would definitely not work.

Wasting breath would only damage his own face.

Since that was the case.

Then he could only act!

For a time.

Qi light filled the sky, cold light filled the air and fields!

And after fighting for only a short while, even though he had already been on guard, Qiao Yan was greatly astonished, his heartstrings tight.

Before this, Chen Hang had already defeated quite a few cultivators; he shouldn't be at the end of his rope, but at least he should be mentally exhausted.

But now, observing his offensive, it was still as aggressive as fire, fierce and menacing, showing no sign of exhaustion, which was truly unbelievable.

"According to my knowledge, the 'True Scripture of Primordial Origin' is a Foundation Establishment method that can only be cultivated to the Foundation Establishment realm, with no path forward, but this child is already a Purple Palace Gao Gong, yet his Dao foundation..."

Qiao Yan thought secretly:

"In the Purple Palace realm, what Daoist book is he actually studying? Is it the classics in the academy, or Junyao's collection?"

But there was no time for him to think more.

Seeing a red-skirted woman who had come with him already forced into a precarious situation by the sword light.

The remaining few were also sweating like rain, panting, and showing signs of being unable to hold on.

Seeing this, Qiao Yan did not hesitate, flipped his hand, and summoned the Moon-Wheel Mirror.

When the beautiful woman-like artifact spirit was summoned, her bright and beautiful eyebrows were initially full of impatience, but when her gaze caught Chen Hang's figure, she couldn't help but be stunned, slightly dazed.

It was only after being urged several times by the anxious Qiao Yan that she came back to her senses.

"Senior, please make a move!"

Qiao Yan shouted with a dark face:

"Dead or alive, it doesn't matter!"

"You ugly man want to kill him? What a waste of heaven's gifts, you—"

The Moon-Wheel Mirror frowned deeply, but before she could finish speaking, she felt a slight stinging sensation in her soul, and her body stiffened fiercely.

And seeing Qiao Yan retreat far to the side, cautiously pinching a seal.

She couldn't help but snort coldly, feeling very helpless in her heart.

"I am, after all, a magic artifact of the Hongguang Xiao Clan, now only borrowed by Xiao Sanlang for you to use! Qiao Yan, do not get carried away; I will definitely report you to Xiao Sanlang!"

"Please, Senior, make a move quickly!"

Qiao Yan didn't care much and just urged her again.

"..."

The Moon-Wheel Mirror glared at him fiercely, looked helplessly at Chen Hang, and in the end, raised her hand, emitting a plain white divine light.

Instantly, it made the surrounding few miles cold and chilly, with countless grasses and trees covered in frost!

This move was as fast as lightning, and ordinary people would never notice it; it was clearly intended to kill.

And under Qiao Yan's clenched-fist gaze, the plain light just passed hollowly through Chen Hang's body, but did not land on anything real.

"A teleportation artifact?"

Before Qiao Yan could react.

The Moon-Wheel Mirror exclaimed, twisted her waist, and pressed her hand downward.

Countless frost qi dispersed, freezing the air into a thick layer of ice, and in a moment, it formed an ice mountain dozens of zhang high, but inside that ice mountain, there was still no sign of anyone.

Thus, after a dozen rounds, the Moon-Wheel Mirror was finally a bit impatient and frowned slightly.

And Qiao Yan was also thoughtful.

He had not anticipated that Chen Hang's teleportation artifact would have such ability.

Able to fight and able to leave.

It could be said that he was inherently in an invincible position!

"However, do you think I don't know you have this object? Although the means to lock the void are precious, I am not lacking in them!"

Qiao Yan reached into his sleeve, a cold color in his eyes.

And at this moment.

Chen Hang's heart suddenly moved, he looked into the distance, thoughtful, his eyes flickering.

"It seems I can only change my approach..."

He sighed in his heart and also reached into his sleeve.

In an instant.

Chen Hang's figure suddenly appeared from the void.

Qiao Yan was overjoyed, not yet having time to take out the object in his sleeve.

In the blink of an eye, the figure that had just appeared faded away again, like water stains under the scorching sun, disappearing in an instant.

And where Chen Hang had originally stood, only dozens of strange stones remained, dark red in color, with dense thunder sparks and flames flickering on their surfaces.

"Thunder Marsh Stone..."

The name flashed through Qiao Yan's mind.

The next instant.

A soaring light shone, countless thunderbolts and flame streams exploded, smoke and dust blocked the sky, shaking the wilderness, as if heaven and earth were collapsing!

The ten-mile territory was covered in a sea of thunder and fire, booming sounds echoed endlessly, smoke and dust rose straight to the depths of the clouds, black smoke rolling!

After dozens of breaths.

The black clouds dispersed slightly, and the ground miserably revealed a vast deep pit, shocking to the eye.

And all the cultivators, including Qiao Yan, had no bones left, their bodies and souls destroyed.

From that deep pit, a small mirror about three inches long, its light dim, rose tremblingly, wanting to fly to the high sky and ride the air far away.

But before the small mirror could fly into the clouds, Chen Hang's figure suddenly appeared, and he grabbed the mirror!

(End of chapter)