307: Chapter 307 Exterminate All

These dozens of Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators could do nothing to Ye Jing; instead, Ye Jing was like a tireless war machine, growing bolder as he fought.

Seeing this, those Foundation Establishment Cultivators were struck with fear and did not dare to step forward, only daring to throw Talismans, Magic Treasures, and the like to attack Ye Jing.

With a defensive Magical Artifact like the golden light bowl, Ye Jing was completely unafraid of these technique attacks.

He even beckoned to them with great dissatisfaction, "Come, come, fight this old man once more! Don't dodge and hide like a bunch of cowards!"

Seeing this, Patriarch Liu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He formed hand seals, and several green wind blades appeared out of thin air, whistling toward Ye Jing. The wind blades sliced through the air with a sharp piercing sound, their power not to be underestimated.

"Ye Jing, do not be so arrogant!"

A cold sneer curled on Ye Jing's lips. He swung the meteor hammer violently, and the blue flames surged instantly, transforming into a wall of blue fire that blocked all the wind blades.

The wind blades struck the fire wall and dissolved instantly, turning into wisps of Spiritual Qi that dissipated into the air.

Before Patriarch Liu could react, Ye Jing was already before him, the meteor hammer carrying the weight of a thousand jin as it smashed toward his head.

Patriarch Liu was terrified, his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering as he hurriedly raised the shield in his hand to parry.

A thunderous "Clang" echoed.

The shield was instantly smashed to pieces, and a massive force surged through his arm into his body. He felt his blood and Qi boil, and a metallic sweetness erupted from his throat as his body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily beside Zhao Hu.

"Brother Liu!" Zhao Hu cried out in alarm. Seeing the blood constantly pouring from Patriarch Liu's mouth, the dread in his heart intensified.

But things had come to this point, and there was no turning back. He gritted his teeth, took a Medicinal Pill from his robes, and stuffed it into his mouth. The Medicinal Pill melted instantly, and a violent surge of spiritual power erupted from within him, causing his aura to skyrocket.

"Ye Jing! I refuse to believe that a Late Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator like me cannot defeat you!"

He swung his axe, attacking Ye Jing frantically. Ye Jing welcomed this fierce assault, his eyes turning a deep crimson with excitement.

The two fought with all their might in mid-air, the sounds of their clashing weapons shaking the heavens.

The shockwaves from the axe blades pushed back layers of air. The effects of the Medicinal Pill Zhao Hu had swallowed were like a prairie fire, pushing his spiritual power to its absolute limit.

Ye Jing was not to be outdone. Because he had cultivated the Thunderbolt Flame Art, his entire body radiated fierce power. His hammer shadows were like the wind, and as they collided with the axe, a continuous heavy thrumming resounded.

"Boom!"

At the moment of the dual-force collision, the air waves blew back the robes of the onlookers. In the distance, the phantom of the Lingxiao Sect on the mountain peak flickered in and out of view, as if coldly looking down upon this slaughter.

Zhao Hu felt the web of his thumb and forefinger split, blood sliding down the axe handle. The backlash of the Explosive Spirit Pill had already begun, and his Meridians throbbed with a splitting pain. Yet, he still roared and channeled his spiritual power, turning his axe blade to strike directly at the opening under Ye Jing's ribs.

The crimson in Ye Jing's eyes had not faded, yet he did not lose his composure in the slightest.

Azure Feather Qi quietly condensed at his toes, and his figure flashed out like a stream of light for three feet. Just as he narrowly avoided the axe blade, the meteor hammer suddenly wrapped around the axe handle. The blue flames surged threefold; using the movement technique of the Azure Feather Wind-Riding Art, he slammed the hammer's flames toward Zhao Hu's arm.

"Ah!" The scorching ice flames burned through the handle of the Dark Iron Axe and reached Zhao Hu's flesh. He was in agony and momentarily lost his focus.

In that instant, before he could recover, the meteor hammer in Ye Jing's hand flew out and struck Zhao Hu directly on the head.

With this heavy blow, Zhao Hu's head and upper body were instantly pulverized, and blood mixed with mangled flesh splattered down.

The onlookers felt their scalps tingle, followed by utter shock.

This old man had actually defeated Zhao Hu, who was in the Late Foundation Establishment Stage!

This intense battle also left Ye Jing feeling a wave of deep exhaustion and exhilaration. The meteor hammer fell directly to the ground as his chest continued to heave, his pupils contracting with excitement.

Consequently, he did not take the first step to destroy Zhao Hu's escaping Primordial Spirit.

Zhao Hu's Primordial Spirit cursed loudly in mid-air, shouting to Patriarch Liu, "What are you all standing there for! This old man's spiritual power is exhausted! Now is the perfect time to kill him!"

Patriarch Liu snapped back to his senses and shouted to the Foundation Establishment Cultivators, "Charge! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If he doesn't die, we will!"

He could see that Patriarch Ye was extremely ruthless and not someone to be trifled with. If they didn't kill him now, once he began his revenge, not a single one of the families that came to cause trouble for the Lingxiao Sect would escape!

Seeing this motley crew coming to besiege him once again, Ye Jing's lips curled upward. Immediately after, four Second-Order Demonic Beasts appeared behind him.

The Demon Dog, Hei Feng, was the first to pounce, its black fur standing on end and its fangs glinting with a cold light.

A wild bark shook the eardrums of the surrounding Cultivators. It charged straight at the two Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the front row, its sharp claws instantly tearing through their robes and drawing blood.

These were genuine Second-Order Demonic Beasts!

"Impossible! Impossible! You can even control beasts!" Patriarch Liu, who had hoped to take a chance, cried out in a trembling voice when he saw so many Yao Beasts appear.

He stared fixedly at Ye Jing, instantly losing his will to fight. Even Patriarch Zhao, who was still clamoring to kill Ye Jing, was filled with terror.

The combined strength of these four Second-Order Demonic Beasts could rival a Golden Core!

Patriarch Liu's face turned pale, and his lips trembled uncontrollably. "Se... Senior! This is a misunderstanding!"

As soon as Patriarch Liu's words fell, his legs went weak, and the Magical Artifact in his hand clattered to the ground.

He fell to his knees with a thud.

He kowtowed repeatedly, "Senior, spare my life! This Junior was blind and momentarily misled by a villain to dare move against the Ye family! I beg Senior to show mercy and spare the Liu family!"

Seeing this, the remaining Foundation Establishment Cultivators lost their resolve completely. One by one, they threw down their weapons and armor, kneeling on the ground, not even having the courage to look up.

In the air, Zhao Hu's Primordial Spirit was terrified, screaming, "Useless! You're all useless! He just finished a fierce battle, and those Yao Beasts might not last—"

Ye Jing caught his breath, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Hei Feng had already understood. With a leap and a wide-open maw, a gust of black demonic wind swirled out, swallowing Zhao Hu's Primordial Spirit directly and grinding it into nothingness.

Not even a single scream from Zhao Hu was left behind.

After devouring Zhao Hu's Primordial Spirit, Hei Feng shook its head. The tiny sparks of spiritual power clinging to its black fur slowly dissipated. It lowered itself and growled at Ye Jing, showing complete submission.

Ye Jing raised his hand and gestured for Hei Feng to step back. His gaze swept over the Cultivators pleading on the ground, his voice remaining indifferent yet carrying the weight of a thousand jin, crashing into everyone's hearts.

"Just now, when you were clamoring to seize my Lingxiao Sect's precious land and kill everyone in my Ye family, it wasn't a 'misunderstanding'."

Patriarch Liu shook like a leaf, his forehead bleeding from kowtowing. He said repeatedly, "Senior, forgive me! It was Zhao Hu who bewitched me! He said the Ye family was weak and that you were only a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator. I had a momentary lapse in judgment and dared to come here! I beg Senior, for the sake of my Liu family's generations of cultivation and the fact that we have never done anything harmful, spare us this once!"

The remaining Cultivators also chimed in, some crying in repentance, some swearing oaths never to offend the Lingxiao Sect again, and others quietly looking up, peeking at the four Second-Order Demonic Beasts behind Ye Jing.

But without exception, their eyes were filled with fear.

Those were Second-Order Demonic Beasts. An ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator would find it difficult to contend with even one, let alone four together. With such strength, not to mention the families under the Qingyun Sect, even the Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect himself might not be able to handle it easily.

Ye Jing glanced at the Cultivators kneeling and pleading, then coldly ordered the Yao Beasts beside him, "Leave none alive!"