139: Chapter 138 Fierce Battle!

Countless demonic cultivators poured in like a tide, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

The Old Ancestor took a step forward and met the two Late Nascent Soul Stage experts.

Yun Ming took a deep breath, transformed into a streak of light, and charged into the chaos.

The moment Yun Ming charged into the battlefield, only one sound remained in his ears—the roar of battle.

The sound was overwhelming, surging from all directions as if to tear one's eardrums apart.

In the sky, on the ground, in the mountains, and in the river valleys, figures were everywhere; the roar of Magic Treasures colliding and the afterimages of bursting spiritual light were everywhere.

After the Mountain Guardian Array shattered, the Qingxuan Sect was like a tortoise with its shell smashed, exposed nakedly to the blades of the demonic cultivators.

He looked up at the sky.

High in the sky, the clouds had already been shattered to pieces.

Three figures were entangled and colliding high above; every exchange of blows exploded in a visible shockwave, sweeping away the clouds for dozens of miles around.

The Old Ancestor's black Daoist robe fluttered in the wind as he barely managed to contend against two opponents at once.

But that was a battle between Nascent Souls; he couldn't see the details or sense the specific situation, only judging from the occasional roars that the Old Ancestor was still holding on.

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the ground.

He couldn't intervene in a Nascent Soul-level battle. All he could do was kill a few more down below.

The first person he saw was Fu Qingyun.

That smiling fat man was now covered in blood. The Mountain-Quaking Bronze Bell hovered above his head; its chime was no longer a melodious hum but a hurried, broken hiss, as if it might go silent at any moment. He was surrounded by three Early Golden Core Stage demonic cultivators—one using a saber, one a sword, and one a chain hammer. The three coordinated perfectly, forcing Fu Qingyun back step by step. Several cracks had already appeared on his bronze bell, and with every hit, another crack formed.

Yun Ming did not hesitate, casting the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Curse with a raise of his hand.

Three streaks of purple thunder descended from the sky, accurately striking the three demonic cultivators. The saber-user took a direct hit, smoke billowing from his body as he flew backward with a scream; the sword-user barely dodged but was grazed by the thunder, his side going numb; the chain hammer-user reacted fastest, swinging his weapon to shatter the thunder, though he was also shaken back a few steps.

"Brother Yun Ming!" Fu Qingyun panted, a smile on his face that looked worse than a sob. "You've finally come!"

Yun Ming had no time for pleasantries. He activated the Tahua Zizai Escape Technique, rushed in front of the sword-wielding demonic cultivator, and threw a punch. The cultivator raised his sword to block, but the blade snapped upon impact. The punch's momentum didn't decrease, landing squarely on his chest. The man spat blood and flew backward, hitting the ground and unable to get up for a long time.

Seeing things were going south, the chain hammer-user turned and fled. Yun Ming didn't chase him, looking at Fu Qingyun: "Can you still fight?"

Fu Qingyun grit his teeth and patted the last intact area of the bronze bell: "I won't die yet!"

Yun Ming nodded and turned to charge in another direction.

Slaughter was happening everywhere on the battlefield.

Although the Qingxuan Sect's Golden Core True Persons were fewer than the demonic cultivators, they barely managed to hold on by relying on the terrain and the remaining array foundations. Fu Qingyun was wielding a sword with one hand, his sword light still sharp, forcing a Golden Core Middle Stage demonic cultivator back repeatedly; Liu Ruyan was by his side, her long silk ribbon dancing as she blocked attacks from the side; Han Song's iron ruler was half-broken, but he still guarded the entrance to the Alchemy Hall, not retreating a single step.

Yun Ming shuttled through the battlefield, going wherever the fighting was most intense.

Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Curses struck down one after another, forcing back the demonic cultivators besieging the Qingxuan Sect Disciples. His spiritual power was being consumed rapidly, and his five Golden Cores spun faster and faster, but he didn't dare stop, nor could he.

One hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Three hours passed.

The battle raged from early morning until noon, and from noon until dusk.

The sun sank in the west, dyeing the entire battlefield a dismal orange-red. Bloodstains were everywhere on the ground, along with fragments of shattered Magic Treasures and fallen corpses. Some belonged to demonic cultivators, others to the Qingxuan Sect.

Six Early Golden Core Stage cultivators from the Qingxuan Sect had died, and over a dozen were injured. Fu Qingyun's left arm wound had burst open, blood dripping down his arm; his sword light was no longer as sharp as at the beginning. Liu Ruyan's long ribbon was broken into three pieces, leaving her with only a short silk ribbon to protect Fu Qingyun's side. Fu Qingyun's bronze bell was completely shattered, forcing him to fight with his bare fists, which were torn open to reveal white bone. Han Song's iron ruler had only the hilt left; he gripped it, still guarding the Alchemy Hall entrance, not retreating a single step.

Yun Ming himself was nearing his limit. His spiritual power was seventy to eighty percent depleted, and his five Golden Cores spun sluggishly; every time he activated the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Curse, he had to grit his teeth and endure. His moonlight flowing frost robe had several more tears, and wounds were everywhere—on his face, arms, and back. His hair was disheveled, and he was covered in blood, both his own and that of the demonic cultivators.

But he was still killing.

Another Purple Heaven Divine Thunder struck down, turning a Foundation Establishment Late Stage demonic cultivator into charcoal. Yun Ming panted, and just as he was about to find his next target, a sharp attack struck from the side!

He dodged to the side as a blood blade flew past his cheek, taking a strand of hair with it. He turned and saw Xue Ji standing not far away, holding two blood-colored short blades, a flirtatious smile on her lips.

"Little brother, we meet again." Her voice was sickeningly sweet. "You ran fast last time, but you won't be so lucky this time."

Yun Ming didn't speak. He glanced behind Xue Ji—there were no other demonic cultivators.

Late Golden Core Stage. Alone, he couldn't defeat her.

But he didn't retreat.

Xue Ji moved. Her speed was astonishing; the two blood blades transformed into two streaks of blood light, slashing at Yun Ming from left and right. Yun Ming summoned the xuanming heaven-covering umbrella; the canopy unfurled, and a dark eerie light enveloped him. The blood blades struck the umbrella, producing a piercing metallic screech and a shower of sparks.

Xue Ji let out a surprised "Eh?" but didn't stop her assault. Her movement technique was bizarre as she spun rapidly around Yun Ming, her blood blades hacking from every angle, each strike carrying sharp killing intent. Although the xuanming heaven-covering umbrella's defense was strong, every strike consumed a large amount of spiritual power. Yun Ming grit his teeth and held on while secretly channeling the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Curse.

A bolt of lightning struck down, but Xue Ji dodged it easily. Another followed, and she dodged again. Her movement was too fast; the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Curse couldn't lock onto her at all.

Xue Ji laughed: "Little brother, is this all you've got?"

Yun Ming didn't respond. He quietly took out a blood-transforming eerie glow needle and used the Fuli Heaven-Concealing Record to conceal its aura, hovering it by his side.

Xue Ji attacked again. This time she stopped testing him; both blood blades slashed out simultaneously, the blood light surging and transforming into two Saber Qi several zhang long, crossing as they slashed toward Yun Ming!

Yun Ming retracted the xuanming heaven-covering umbrella and took the blow head-on!

The Saber Qi slashed into him. The moonlight flowing frost robe blocked most of the damage, but the immense force still sent him flying backward. He spat out a mouthful of blood while mid-air.

Xue Ji was overjoyed and pursued him, her blood blade aiming straight for Yun Ming's throat!

Now.

With a thought from Yun Ming, the blood-transforming eerie glow needle hidden in the shadows suddenly shot out!

Xue Ji's pupils constricted. She sensed danger and instinctively twisted her body—but it was too close. The needle, as thin as a cow's hair, pierced into her shoulder, leaving only an imperceptible red dot.

Xue Ji's expression changed drastically, and she slashed her own shoulder with her blade! She actually intended to slice off that piece of flesh!