558: Chapter 558 The Four Fiends of the Black Wind

"Let's go, let's explore further inside."

The group ventured deeper; the Gobi beneath their feet remained desolate, but the scent of blood and the chaotic spiritual energy in the air gradually grew thicker.

Faint streaks of light and residual shadows began to appear on the distant horizon, and the muffled sounds of fighting and shouting could be heard, no longer the initial deathly silence.

After traveling another few thousand miles, the surrounding scenery gradually began to change.

Scattered cities appeared, and the number of people gradually increased.

The five continued forward with unhurried steps, neither intentionally hiding their figures nor restraining their auras.

That kind of bearing seemed out of place in this coarse and chaotic heartland of the Immortal Realm's periphery, yet it was exceptionally eye-catching.

Some Loose Cultivators, who were originally killing each other and plundering Ore, were the first to notice these five unique figures.

The sounds of fierce fighting gradually subsided as gazes shifted toward them in unison, filled with uncertainty and suspicion.

"This bearing... they don't look like they're from around here."

"Be careful. Don't be fooled by their low cultivation. With that kind of demeanor, they either have an incredible background or are exceptionally weird themselves."

Many whispers spread across the Gobi.

There were many greedy looks, but even more prevalent was a sharp intuition for danger honed in a cruel environment; these five were not to be trifled with.

The five didn't stop, seemingly oblivious to the prying eyes as they walked straight ahead.

Just as they were about to exit this chaotic area, four powerful True Immortal pressures suddenly erupted from behind a dirt mound diagonally ahead!

"Haha! The fat sheep have delivered themselves to our door!"

Amidst wild laughter, four figures pounced from the air. The leader, a bald brawny man wielding a giant axe, surged with overwhelming Evil Qi, possessing a Middle Stage True Immortal cultivation. The three behind him were all at the Early Stage of the True Immortal Realm.

They had clearly observed for a while, but were ultimately deceived by the five's youthful appearances and Void Immortal Realm, their greed overriding their caution.

"Brats, hand over everything valuable! If I'm in a good mood, I'll leave your corpses intact!"

The bald man pointed his giant axe, his arrogance flaring.

A commotion broke out among the onlookers, many showing expressions of schadenfreude or pity.

The Black Wind Four Fiends, the overlords of this area. With four True Immortals attacking, the outcome was a foregone conclusion.

Xiao Ruobai didn't even look at the bald man. Facing the giant axe cleaving through the air, he didn't dodge. Instead, he threw a punch directly at the axe blade, which carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

"Clang—!!!"

A loud boom, like the tolling of a great bell, exploded!

That giant axe, capable of splitting mountains, was actually sent flying by this single punch!

The bald man felt an irresistible force travel down the axe handle. The web of his thumb split, and the bones in his arms groaned under the unbearable weight. He felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, screaming as he was hurled backward.

At the same time.

Mo Yu's figure flickered, leaving a crimson-gold afterimage in place. His true body appeared behind the female Cultivator. A palm wrapped in Qilin True Fire was pressed nonchalantly against her back.

"Ugh..."

The female Cultivator's body stiffened, the light in her eyes instantly dimming. Her protective immortal light and the Nascent Soul within her were instantly incinerated into nothingness by the domineering True Fire, and she slumped to the ground.

Fang Hanyu's fingers tightened slightly around the hilt of his sword.

"Qiang—!"

A clear sword cry rang out, not from the scabbard, but from heaven and earth!

An invisible and intangible Sword Intent, sharp to the extreme, manifested out of thin air and swept past the tall, thin Cultivator in an instant.

The tall, thin Cultivator maintained his forward-charging posture, his expression frozen between ferocity and bewilderment.

The next moment, a red dot appeared on his brow. His aura leaked out rapidly like a punctured balloon, and he collapsed with a thud, his Divine Soul completely destroyed.

Before the last Cultivator's attack could even reach Ling Xi, it was silently neutralized and swallowed by the perfect Dao Rhyme naturally flowing around her, like a stone sinking into the ocean.

Ling Xi simply raised her eyes and gave him a cold, detached glance.

The Cultivator felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His blood and marrow seemed to freeze, and the circulation of his immortal essence instantly stalled. He froze in place, unable to move.

From the moment the four launched their attack to the end of the battle, only a breath had passed.

The dust settled.

The bald man lay slumped dozens of yards away, vomiting blood incessantly, his face filled with horror.

On the Gobi, there was a deathly silence.

The expressions on the faces of all the watching Loose Cultivators were frozen.

Shock, fear, and disbelief were intertwined.

A Void Immortal sending a True Immortal flying with a flick of a finger?

Those who had been hoping to take advantage just moments ago were now instantly drenched in cold sweat, their legs weak, wishing they could bury their heads in the sand.

Wang Xiaopang immediately stepped forward, skillfully stripping the five of their Storage Pouches, rings, and other belongings, then checked their injuries.

"Senior Brother, they're all paupers with nothing good. Looking at their Cultivation Techniques and this junk, they're just bottom-tier Loose Cultivators hanging around here, living off plunder."

Xiao Ruobai nodded: "Let's go."

Just as the five were about to turn and leave, Fang Hanyu's gaze seemed to accidentally sweep over the few individuals slumped dozens of yards away, their eyes hiding malice.

"Qiang."

A faint, short, yet clear tremor that seemed capable of freezing the Soul flowed from his fingertips.

Only two faint, almost invisible grey lines, like threads blown by a breeze, silently drifted toward the rear.

One passed through the bald man's pupils, which were frozen in malice.

One passed through the brow of the frozen Cultivator, whose fierce light had not yet extinguished.

The lines passed as if merely brushing over two withered leaves.

The malice and fear on the bald man's face were permanently fixed. His head tilted back slightly as his life force, along with that unwilling hatred, was completely extinguished and withdrawn.

The frozen Cultivator's body trembled, the last trace of ferocity in his eyes completely dissipating as he slumped to the ground, lifeless.

Without even looking at the result, Fang Hanyu withdrew his hand, as if he had simply brushed away dust from a filthy place that had stained his sleeve.

His look remained calm and rippleless as he turned to follow Xiao Ruobai and the others, who had already walked a few steps away.

In this lawless land, being merciful to plunderers was being cruel to oneself.

From beginning to end, he never looked back.

It wasn't until those five ethereal figures gradually receded and disappeared at the end of the Gobi...

...that the deathly silent scene suddenly erupted with the sound of countless people gasping and suppressed, trembling exclamations.

"Dead? All dead? The Black Wind Four Fiends are just gone like that?"

"That Sword Intent... I didn't even see how he made his move..."

"Who on earth are they?!"

All the watching Loose Cultivators, looking again in the direction the five had left, no longer had any of their initial greed, curiosity, or wariness. Only boundless fear and awe remained, cutting deep into their bones.

The Black Wind Four Fiends, who dominated this Gobi and were notoriously famous, were like clay chickens and pottery dogs before these five, destroyed with a flip of a hand.

The five continued forward.

While flying, Wang Xiaopang quickly wiped away the Divine Sense imprints on several Storage Pouches and did a rough inspection.

"Tsk, so poor. All together, there are only a few Low Grade Immortal Stones, a few hundred Spirit Crystals, and some trash Materials and Medicinal Pills."

He curled his lip and put the items away.

"However, there is a map. Although it's crude, it marks the largest nearby city, called Sunset City."

Xiao Ruobai took the crude animal-skin map handed over by Wang Xiaopang, looked at it, and gazed into the distance.

"Sunset City, we'll go there. A city of such scale will surely be well-informed. We need to first understand the current situation of this domain."