Golden Core cultivator? One strike and they're dead!

"Could this be... a sword spirit grass?!"

"The legendary sword spirit grass that, after refining, has a certain chance to help one comprehend Sword Intent!"

The burly middle-aged Cultivator let out an incredulous gasp, his breathing instantly becoming heavy, his eyes filled with greed and fanaticism!

"I can't believe I've encountered such a rare treasure?"

Another capable Cultivator also trembled with excitement.

His gaze was fixed on the sword spirit grass, unwilling to let go!

And the Gray-Robed Elder who arrived first, though he made no sound, the greedy light bursting from his sinister eyes was even more intense than the other two combined!

sword spirit grass!

For Loose Cultivators like them, who had cultivated bitterly for many years, the value of this item was self-evident!

If they could obtain it and fortuitously comprehend Sword Intent, their strength would skyrocket. At that time, whether joining a Sect or becoming a mountain king, it would be a completely different scenario!

The three men's gazes swept across the valley and quickly discovered Ye Qing and Lin Xueer, who were sitting cross-legged on a large rock.

When they saw Ye Qing's Eighth Layer of Foundation Establishment cultivation and Lin Xueer's negligible Qi Refinement Stage cultivation, the three were first stunned, then shook their heads.

An Eighth Layer of Foundation Establishment, bringing along a Qi Refining stage burden.

How dare they covet such a treasure?

One can only say, you two are unlucky today!

The Gray-Robed Elder didn't bother to speak with Ye Qing, merely glancing at him coldly, his gaze as if looking at a dead man.

His attention was mainly focused on the other two.

There was only one treasure, but there were three of them.

Therefore—

"This treasure is mine! If you know what's good for you, scram!"

"Otherwise, die!"

Just as the atmosphere grew tense, the Gray-Robed Elder snorted coldly.

Then.

Boom—!

A powerful and solid Spiritual Pressure suddenly erupted from his body, spreading outwards with a roar!

This Spiritual Pressure, in everyone's perception, was like a towering mountain!

Heavy and irresistible!

This is... the Aura of the Golden Core Realm!

This Gray-Robed Elder was, in fact, a genuine Golden Core First Layer Cultivator!

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

The burly man and the capable Cultivator were both only at the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer.

Under this sudden terrifying Spiritual Pressure, they couldn't even put up a hint of resistance, their faces instantly turning ashen.

"Golden Core Immortal Master!" the burly man roared in utter horror.

His pupils constricted sharply.

The next moment, he turned and fled without another word!

The other capable Cultivator, though somewhat unwilling, gritted his teeth and likewise retreated rapidly!

Quickly moving away from this mountain valley!

Though sword spirit grass was good, one needed to be alive to claim it!

As for Ye Qing, he seemed to have heard nothing.

Thus, in the blink of an eye, within the valley.

Only the Gray-Robed Elder remained, along with Ye Qing and Lin Xueer, who were still sitting cross-legged on the huge rock, with Lin Xueer standing beside him, both looking calm.

The Elder was in a good mood after eliminating two "competitors."

He slowly turned around, his cold gaze falling upon Ye Qing, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Hm?"

"You're ignoring my words? It seems you wish to die!"

Before his words finished, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Boom—!"

Immediately, he gave Ye Qing no chance to speak!

He struck instantly.

Whoosh!

The Elder formed his five fingers into a claw and fiercely grabbed at Ye Qing from a distance!

"Black Fiend Claw!"

A black ghostly claw, condensed from pure magical power, instantly formed in mid-air, tearing through the air with a shriek as it savagely clawed down towards Ye Qing's crown!

He used seventy percent of his strength in this claw, confident it was enough to crush any Foundation Establishment Cultivator, body and soul, into dust!

Facing this terrifying Aura, Lin Xueer's small face turned pale with fright.

Ye Qing's expression, however, was calm. He didn't even stand up, remaining seated cross-legged on that huge rock.

It wasn't until the green ghostly claw was about to strike his head.

That he slowly lifted his eyelids.

"Seeking death!"

Ye Qing spoke lightly.

Then, his eyes turned cold, and he raised his right hand.

He casually swatted forward at the howling green ghostly claw.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling or magnificent light effects.

Just such an ordinary swat.

However, the air throughout the entire valley seemed to solidify at this instant!

"Boom boom boom—!"

A giant green palm, condensed from pure magical power to the extreme, appeared above Ye Qing!

And fiercely grabbed at the black ghostly claw!

"Puff—!"

The seemingly mighty and aggressive black ghostly claw, the moment it came into contact with this giant spiritual power palm, was directly pinched like an adult hitting a child. Then, the giant spiritual power palm exerted force, and with a "bang," the ghostly claw exploded, turning into countless specks of light that vanished into thin air!

"Wh-what?!"

The Elder's face changed dramatically, and he clutched his chest, letting out a muffled groan.

His face was full of disbelief!

This, how could this be possible? He was a Golden Core Cultivator! This person before him was merely Foundation Establishment... Wait, could it be?!

"You, could it be..."

The Elder stared at Ye Qing, seemingly realizing something. His lips moved, intending to beg for mercy.

But the next moment.

"Boom!"

After the spiritual power giant palm crushed the ghostly claw, its momentum did not diminish.

In the form of a fist.

It locked onto the Gray-Robed Elder's figure and instantly smashed down!

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

"No!"

Although the Gray-Robed Elder tried his best to resist, he couldn't even put up a hint of resistance, his eyes filled with terror and despair.

Accompanied by a sky full of dust, his figure directly dissipated on the spot.

When the dust slowly cleared, where was the Gray-Robed Elder?

On the ground, only a bottomless giant fist print remained, and at the very center of the fist print, there was a pool of indistinct blood and flesh.

One strike!

Just one strike!

A Golden Core Cultivator, even in the Taiyi Sect, could serve as an Elder of a peak.

Dead!

Yet Ye Qing was as calm as if he had just casually swatted a fly.

His expression calm, he stood up and walked to the edge of the fist print, levitating the Storage Pouch left by the Gray-Robed Elder after his death into his hand. He swept it with his Divine Sense, and a smile appeared on his face.

Not bad, there were actually several thousand Spirit Stones inside.

This old fellow was richer than him!

Before obtaining this Storage Pouch, Ye Qing couldn't even produce a single Spirit Stone from his entire person.

Subsequently, Ye Qing's heart stirred.

He turned around, his gaze once again falling upon the sword spirit grass.

At this moment, the last trace of greenness on the sword spirit grass had completely faded, and its entire body bloomed with brilliant silver divine radiance, after which all the unusual phenomena completely retracted!

The sword spirit grass.

Was mature!