Chapter 306: Forceful Kill! Divine Kill!

Shang Que's bronze disc was specially cast to complement his magical technique.

But this disc could not be activated at will—it could only be triggered once every so often.

The reason, most likely, was that the disc drained its user immensely.

Yet precisely because of this, the bronze disc was utterly terrifying; each time it flew forth, it carried power capable of destroying heaven and earth, sinking like a mountain range crushing down, able to grind all to dust.

The Yu Danzong's ancestral elders numbered only seventeen; six had gone to pursue Chu Hong and Chen Ke, and among the remaining eleven, three had already been crushed into pulp.

So when it activated once more, everyone felt despair.

And it wasn't just Yuan Li, Dan Yangzi, and others atop the abbot's quarters who felt despair—so too did the young lords of the clans who were blocking the immortal sect disciples on the Nine Staircases.

One reason was they did not wish to see their ancestral elders die; another was they knew that once all the elders were dead, this battle was lost beyond recovery.

In fact, even as the disc activated, the clan elders had already moved.

They dared not meet it head-on, yet all summoned their immediate protective treasures, spiritual energy surging violently in their palms, tendons bulging—but not one could halt it for a moment.

This was just as Yuan Li had sighed at dusk.

In battles of this caliber, the final deciding factor is sheer combat power.

Against boundless-level cultivators, external tools or sheer numbers merely delay the inevitable—death remains unavoidable.

Yet just as the disc was launched, stirring violent winds and crushing the ground into shards, Shang Que sensed something amiss.

His disc attacked in a parabolic arc—in simple terms, its trajectory should resemble the curved path of a falling star.

But this time, when the bronze disc activated, it shot upward without descending.

"Wuuuuuuum!!!"

Beneath thick night, a powerful hum echoed ceaselessly, while the cracks spreading toward the abbot's quarters abruptly halted.

Yuan Li and the other elders all froze, staring dumbfounded ahead.

They had never imagined seeing him—let alone under such circumstances.

Beneath the night, Ji You gripped the unstoppable bronze disc bare-handed, fiery energy surging violently through the darkness, causing his immortal robe and black hair to whip wildly.

The brutal energy, unwilling to be blocked, exploded like thunder in his palm, trembling furiously.

Unable to proceed forward, the force spilled outward—stone lanterns and cliffs shattered instantly; the sheer power left the Yu Danzong elders pale-faced, unable to imagine how terrifying it would be if the disc truly landed.

Yet this world-shattering force was ground to nothing within that single, bone-defined hand—until even its trembling ceased, utterly immobilized.

"Ji You?!"

Seeing his disc seized, Shang Que's eyes bulged in fury.

"You are all senior immortals, masters who have dominated half your lives, renowned across the heavens—surely you wouldn't dare attack together?"

Ji You murmured softly, flipping his wrist to seal the disc away, then gripped his sword hilt tightly, his entire body's blazing energy flaring even more violently.

Instantly, a fierce tremor surged through everyone's hearts, raising every hair on their bodies, numbing their scalps.

This was not pressure—it was the deepest, primal fear and vigilance of all living beings toward overwhelming power, rendering all unable to raise their heads and meet his gaze.

Yet even so, their shock surged like a tidal wave.

Since yesterday, some had seen him appear at Danxia Plaza; later, others saw him at Kaiyang Hall.

Some thought he'd been secretly dispatched by the Heaven Book Academy, unwilling to bear the blame, sharing the same goal as the Five Immortal Sects: to capture several Dan Masters.

Others believed he intended to seize Yuan Caimei in the chaos and flee far away, vanishing into anonymity.

When Yu Danzong's storm loomed, still others saw him wandering aimlessly across the mountains—as if detached from the entire affair, merely here to watch the spectacle.

But no one imagined he would appear now, in this manner.

Yuan Li's thoughts mirrored theirs.

He had sought many powerful factions as allies for Yu Danzong, yet his daughter had delayed marriage—until she fell for a man raised as a wilderness hermit.

So when he saw Ji You strolling on the mountain, his resentment burned fiercely.

He thought that if only she'd chosen a direct disciple of the Wen Dao Sect—or even the ruined You Buyu—Yu Danzong would never have sunk to such dire straits.

But he never imagined Ji You would come alone, and forcibly halt the disc that had crushed several clan elders.

At that moment, Yuan Li suddenly felt a scorching aura and involuntarily stepped back three paces.

In truth, he was deeply confused.

Because from Ji You's actions since arriving—merely watching the spectacle—he had always believed the rumors from Shengjing were false.

Yet when he realized the rumors were terrifyingly true, Yuan Li couldn't understand why Ji You had waited until now to act.

What had he been doing before? Just watching the battle?

As he pondered, Yuan Li suddenly froze, then turned his head in shock toward the twisted Yu Danzong formation.

In fact, once he learned the formation's foundation and gates had been relocated near Yaoguang Hall, he had already deduced it was an escape route left for Yaoguang Hall's disciples.

Yuan Li's eyes trembled; as he thought, he noticed the Yu Danzong elders were also staring back at the twisted formation.

"Bang!"

At that moment, a muffled explosion shattered the night.

Ji You curled his five fingers—suddenly, a murky tide ripped up the earth, and a sword qi surged skyward.

Because Shang Que had just unleashed his disc and was drained, the first to confront him was Yan Jingfu of Lingjian Mountain's Tianjian Peak, who descended through the air.

Strictly speaking, Ji You should have called him Third Uncle.

Sword light flashed like lightning; killing intent surged like a tide!

Beneath the night, two sword qi clashed violently—instantly, a crushing sword pressure descended like a collapsing sky, shattering the Chan Courtyard beneath their feet.

Sparks flew like star rain; energy exploded, sending a visible shockwave sweeping outward, unleashing gales across the entire mountain.

Both men's sword arts shared the same origin—both from Lingjian Mountain.

Yet among the people of Qingyun Realm, Ji You was seen as a thief who had stolen the art, naturally inferior to Yan Jingfu, the true disciple.

Moreover, no one had ever clearly known his true combat strength.

The next instant, both sword qi shattered—but Ji You did not retreat; instead, like a tiger descending the mountain, he charged forward with his sword again!

His bones and tendons cracked loudly, his blood boiling like a volcanic eruption; his sword momentum crushed like a mountain collapsing, forcing Yan Jingfu flying backward with nothing but the weight of his iron sword.

Bang!

Yan Jingfu stepped back with his left leg, his feet cracking the stone steps beneath him—shattering several stair segments before stopping, his internal blood already churning uncontrollably.

Since Ji You emerged from the Sage's Sanctuary, rumors about him had abounded—each one sounded like a dream.

Yet now, he truly raised his hand and brought down a mountain, his aura surging like an ocean, battling a genuine boundless-level cultivator without yielding an inch.

In that instant, the gloom in the young lords' hearts vanished; they surged forward in furious attack.

The chaos on the Nine Staircases erupted instantly—countless artifacts and immortal light clashed violently in the night sky, killing intent boiling anew.

Meanwhile, Ji You and Yan Jingfu's iron swords clashed again midair; the moment their blades met, violent energy erupted outward.

Yet just as their sword qi met, a streak of purple lightning descended from the heavens, like divine punishment falling from the sky!

Ji You caught a glimpse of Hu Yu standing midair from the corner of his eye—the crushing pressure, capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks, slammed into his face.

"Bang—!"

The powerful technique struck; Ji You's body flew like a kite with severed string, his iron-hard frame carving a trench dozens of zhang deep into the ground before crashing into the forest behind.

Ancient trees as thick as bowls shattered in succession, wood chips flew, dust rose thickly.

When he finally stabilized, he found his right chest pierced through—blood gushed like a spring, soaking half his robe.

Damn you, old dog of the immortal sect—you truly have no honor.

Blood trickled down Ji You's arm to his fingertips; his blood-smeared hand now reached for the storage gourd at his waist.

Fortunately, the bronze disc had drained Shang Que, forcing him to hesitate before acting.

But even two boundless-level cultivators had already made the situation dire—if all three joined forces, he had no chance of victory.

He had to kill one before Shang Que recovered.

At that moment, a cold shout pierced the night.

"He doesn't know any techniques!"

"Brother Jingfu, strike freely—let us combine our strength and slay this boy."

Yan Jingfu glanced upward, eyes narrowing; his sword qi surged skyward, his sword's song howling through the heavens as he slashed into the forest.

Seeing this, Yuan Li and Dan Yangzi and the others instantly paled.

Indeed, Ji You knew no techniques.

Because he was a wilderness hermit, he had been ostracized since entering the Heaven Book Academy.

He barely survived the Nine Trials of Qiling, finally defeating Chu He in the Autumn Duel to enter the Inner Court—yet none of the Heaven Book Academy's Five Immortal Halls would accept him, leaving him unable to even learn the most basic Wind and Thunder technique.

His only reliance was Lingjian Mountain's sword art and his strange body cultivation—truly, he was woefully under-equipped.

Now, his opponent possessed the same sword art as him, and had a helper who could obliterate him with techniques.

Yet just as the sword qi plunged into the forest and the technique's shriek pierced the air—

A figure emerged from the bent forest, Ji You raising his arm; fifty-plus swords erupted skyward like a magnificent sword dragon.

The trembling sword qi sliced through the night's clouds, then crashed down in an instant.

It felt as if the sky itself had collapsed, and countless immortal mountains thundered down upon them.

He was not only strongest in sword art and body—he also possessed immense spiritual sense and spiritual energy.

Yes, these were all basics, far less profound than techniques.

But…

【Dao Jian: Fifty-Plus Mountains】

Yan Jingfu, sword in hand, stared in horror—his Dao Sword shattered instantly, and he was swallowed whole by the magnificent sword qi.

Puh—