282: Chapter 282 Two Wounded Soldiers

The Devilish Qi surging around Xuan Yin suddenly stalled, and his sinister, ruthless face was instantly flooded with shock and fury.

"Yun Ling? Gui Suer? Why are you here!"

He had calculated repeatedly, certain that these two Sect Masters feared his Demonic Technique. Moreover, because the Ganglei Sect Master's death was mysterious, they should have only shrunk back into their Sects to defend themselves, never daring to risk appearing easily.

Furthermore, his movements were secretive, his aura completely concealed, and he had bypassed all the eyes and ears of the Righteous Path Sects on his way here. It was impossible for any word to have leaked.

The situation before him had completely deviated from his calculations. That arrogance of having victory in hand was instantly shattered, replaced by a trace of panic.

Two Golden Core Early Stage Cultivators working together—while they couldn't kill him, fighting them would certainly end in mutual defeat.

Xuan Yin did not dare to fight to the death like this. One must know that Fan Lang of the Lingxiao Sect was still watching him; if he were injured, he would be the next one to be liquidated!

Meanwhile, Yun Ling and Gui Suer were thinking of striking with all their might to heavily injure Xuan Yin to avoid future trouble. As for the person in the shadows, to avoid long nights and many dreams, the battle had to end immediately.

Gui Suer, in white clothes as white as snow, was surrounded by a piercing chill. The snow falling from the sky landed on the Devilish Qi, instantly condensing into ice and freezing the remaining black Qi until it shattered inch by inch.

Her eyes were cold, and her voice lacked any ripple, yet every word struck the heart: "You used the Ganglei Sect Master's death to force the Sects into self-preservation, hoping to defeat them one by one. Today is the day you die."

Before her voice finished, Gui Suer flipped her wrist, and the Ice Soul Longsword slashed down from the air. A several-zhang-wide ice-blue Sword Qi crossed the sky, the bone-chilling cold pressing directly toward Xuan Yin's heart.

This sword strike carried the Frost Moon Sect's unique Ice Dao Laws, freezing space and leaving Xuan Yin with no way to dodge.

Xuan Yin roared, his Devilish Qi surging as it transformed into a thick demonic shield in front of him. The surface of the shield was filled with wailing ghosts and howling wolves, hideous and terrifying.

But when the icy Sword Qi struck the demonic shield, a crisp cracking sound was heard. The indestructible demonic shield was instantly covered in cracks and shattered in a breath's time. The remaining force did not diminish, slamming heavily into Xuan Yin.

This attack was negligible for Xuan Yin. He looked at the indifferent old man below with extreme anger, gritting his teeth tightly.

This damn old man!

He knew in his heart that both Yun Ling and Gui Suer were at the Golden Core Early Stage Peak. In a one-on-one fight, he could still hold the upper hand.

But with the two of them joining forces, their Cultivation Techniques—one righteous and one cold—happened to counter his Demonic Technique. If the fight continued, he would certainly gain no advantage.

Moreover, he was still wary of Fan Lang from the Lingxiao Sect, who was watching greedily from the shadows. If he consumed too much cultivation or were heavily injured here, Fan Lang would surely take advantage of the opening to take his life and annex the Xuanyou Sect's power.

"Retreat!" Xuan Yin made a prompt decision, not daring to linger. The black Qi around him suddenly exploded, turning into a sky full of black mist, intending to use the demonic mist to hide his figure and flee in panic.

He knew that as long as the green hills remained, there would be wood to burn. Today's plan was to escape first and then plan slowly in the future.

"Devil, don't you run!"

How could Yun Ling give him a chance to escape? Azure clouds swirled beneath his feet as his figure moved like lightning. The Azure Cloud Sword in his hand produced blossoms of sword-flowers, and the vast Sword Qi covered the sky, cutting the black mist into pieces.

The upright and peaceful Spiritual Qi specifically countered the sinister Devilish Qi. The black mist dissipated upon contact, instantly forcing out Xuan Yin, who was hidden within.

Gui Suer followed closely behind, her jade hand lightly raised. The Ice Jade Pendant at her waist burst with a dazzling cold light, freezing the space within several zhang. The ground, the air, and even the drifting Devilish Qi all turned into crystalline ice, firmly locking Xuan Yin's path of retreat.

Xuan Yin felt his whole body stiffen, and even the flow of his spiritual power became sluggish, making it impossible to activate his escape technique.

Ye Jing stood in the center of the Ye family estate, still looking calm and unruffled. His fingertips lightly tapped the jade pendant at his waist as he watched the fight in mid-air, his eyes showing no emotion.

The Spirit Crows and Spirit Sparrows he had tamed circled high in the sky, firmly locking onto Xuan Yin's aura. No matter how he tried to hide, he could not escape the perception of the spiritual birds.

The attacks above continued, leveling the mountains for hundreds of miles around. The subordinates brought by Xuan Yin, seeing their leader pinned down, also followed the command to "retreat" and began to flee in all directions.

Seeing this, Ye Jing said to Ye Tianhao, Ye Tianhui, and Ye Tianyao beside him, "Organize the Retainers; we are going to start the counterattack!"

He couldn't deal with Xuan Yin, but he wouldn't be polite with Xuan Yin's subordinates. However, to avoid exposing too many of the Ye family's trump cards, he only controlled First-Order Demonic Beasts to surround and attack.

For a moment, the sounds of shouting and killing shook the heavens.

Even Wu Guiyun and Liu Xianglan joined in.

Liu Xianglan waved the Soul Lamp in her hand, and countless corpse puppets with pale skin and wearing armor appeared one after another, surrounding the Xuanyou Cultivators who wanted to escape and then biting them.

One of the corpse puppets wearing Bronze Armor was the most formidable, already possessing the strength of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Its figure was tall and swift. Some Xuanyou Cultivators who were only at the Qi Refining stage were torn apart by a single claw before they could even react.

It raised its head towards the trapped Xuan Yin and let out a hiss.

Xuan Yin subconsciously looked down and was suddenly startled. This Ye family actually knew how to control corpse puppets, and the one leading them was actually at the Foundation Establishment level.

And in that moment of distraction, Yun Ling's sword strike, gathering all his spiritual power, came piercing through the air. Xuan Yin hurriedly pulled out a talisman treasure to block it.

The Golden Core sword strike met the talisman treasure, instantly cutting out fragments of spiritual light. Just as that sword strike was about to pierce Xuan Yin...

Xuan Yin sneered, and a sharp spike appeared behind him. That spike burned with ghost fire. In Yun Ling's disbelieving eyes, the spike directly pierced through his spiritual power protection and stabbed toward his Golden Core.

Gui Suer was shocked and hurriedly swung her ice sword to continuously slash at Xuan Yin. She also quickly pulled out a long axe, which directly cut the thread controlling the spike.

But the spike was about to pierce into Yun Ling's Golden Core.

Intense pain rushed through his Meridians and into his mind. Yun Ling let out a muffled groan, and a mouthful of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The Azure Cloud Spiritual Qi swirling around him suddenly dissipated by more than half.

That spike, burning with cold ghost fire, actually carried a sinister and poisonous power specifically designed to break a Golden Core Cultivator's protective spiritual light.

Even though Gui Suer had cut the controlling thread, the remaining Devilish Qi still madly tried to corrode his Golden Core along the wound, nearly shattering the Dao foundation he had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years.

"Sect Master Yun Ling!"

Gui Suer cried out in alarm, panic finally coloring her cold eyes.

She could no longer care about attacking Xuan Yin. The cold air around her surged, transforming into layers of ice armor to protect Yun Ling. At the same time, she cast a spell, and pure ice Spiritual Qi poured into Yun Ling's body, trying to suppress the rampaging demonic fire and evil Qi.

But this Devilish Qi was extremely poisonous and specifically countered Spiritual Qi. Not only did the ice power fail to completely eradicate it, but it also made Yun Ling's face turn even paler. His aura fluctuated wildly, and he nearly fell directly from mid-air.

Seeing this, the shock and fury on Xuan Yin's face turned entirely into a sinister, cruel smile. The dissipating Devilish Qi around him surged once more, and his original intention to flee instantly vanished.

A god-given opportunity was right before his eyes. As long as he took this chance to kill these two Sect Masters and then wipe out the entire Ye family, no one here would be able to restrain him. Even if Fan Lang of the Lingxiao Sect appeared, he would still have the strength to fight.

Just as he was in a state of wild joy, he suddenly felt a gentle breeze brush past the back of his ear.

Immediately after, a sharp pain came from his chest. That pain was not sharp and crude like a knife or axe strike.

Instead, it was like ice water seeping into the bones, silently piercing through the flesh. A bone-chilling coldness rushed through the chest Meridians, heading straight for the Dantian Qi Sea.

The sinister smile on Xuan Yin's face instantly froze, his pupils shrank, and he looked down at his chest in disbelief.

He saw that pitch-black, unremarkable short dagger had somehow pierced through the thick Devilish Qi surrounding him and sunk deep into his chest. The blade glowed with a very faint, deep purple light. There was no spiritual power fluctuation, yet it had somehow broken the Demonic Essence protection he had cultivated for many years.