1050: Chapter 1049 Obtaining Divine Power and Suppressing the Four Strongest

Facing the roaring tornado, the enveloping net, the eerie sonic waves, and the violent fist winds ahead, he didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply reached out his right hand, fingers splayed, and gave a gentle squeeze forward.

Time seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand at that moment.

The roaring azure tornado silently annihilated three feet from his palm, dissipating into a few wisps of breeze.

The shimmering runic net seemed to hit an absolutely invisible wall, abruptly stalling in mid-air before its spiritual light dimmed and it drifted down limply.

The pink Divine Soul sonic ripples melted like snow upon touching the area within a foot of him, vanishing without a trace.

The violent fist wind, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, couldn't even ruffle the corner of his clothes before dissipating into nothingness.

Meanwhile, the extraordinarily agile pale-azure Divine Ability light orb that everyone was chasing became as docile as a fledgling returning to its nest, floating lightly into his palm. Its light retracted, transforming into a palm-sized azure Jade Slip with a miniature storm swirling inside.

“What?!”

“Impossible!”

“Who is this person?!”

Green Feather, the Sinister Old Man, the Woman in Colorful Clothes, the Bronze-skinned Burly Man, and all the Cultivators nearby who witnessed this scene had their pupils shrink and their minds tremble.

Their combined offensive was actually neutralized so nonchalantly by this person?

Even that Divine Ability light orb actively threw itself into his arms?

After the shock, boundless rage and greed were completely ignited!

“Put down the Divine Ability Jade Slip!”

Green Feather was the first to react. His face was ashen, light wings flared angrily behind his back, and azure air currents surged around him. He released the pressure of a Rank Four Peak without reservation, locking onto Li Wuji.

The wind-attribute Divine Ability should have been his for the taking; how could he allow someone else to touch it!

“Fellow Daoist, your methods are quite good. However, possessing a jade attracts trouble; this Wind Chant Divine Ability is not something you can keep for yourself.”

The Sinister Old Man gave a fake smile as a pitch-black short ruler slid from his sleeve. The ruler was covered in sealing runes, emitting a grim Aura.

He moved quietly, forming a pincer position with Green Feather.

“Giggle, such impressive skills. Why not give this Jade Slip to Big Sister? Maybe Big Sister can chat with you about romance.”

The Woman in Colorful Clothes had a strange light in her eyes. Despite her flirtatious words, the bells on her wrists had stopped jingling. A pink mist filled the air around her, carrying a sweet scent but hiding potent poison and Soul-bewildering power.

“Hmph, playing tricks! Hand over the Jade Slip, and I'll leave your corpse intact!”

The Bronze-skinned Burly Man was the most direct. He slammed his fists together, producing the sound of clashing metal. It was as if magma flowed beneath his bronze skin, and the scorching heat waves distorted the surrounding air.

He was a Body Cultivator and trusted his fists above all else.

In the blink of an eye, Li Wuji was surrounded by these four experts—all at least at the Rank Four Late Stage with extraordinary combat power—along with their followers and companions who had spread out to block all exits.

Further away, some Cultivators who felt their strength was insufficient or wanted to profit from the sidelines were watching like hawks.

Fierce winds howled through the valley, kicking up dust, but they couldn't disperse the tangible killing intent here.

Facing the heavy encirclement, Li Wuji finally looked up slightly. The smiling face on his mask appeared somewhat eerie under the dim sky.

He weighed the warm azure Jade Slip in his hand, seemingly ignoring the hostile crowd around him, and sighed softly, whispering in a voice only he could hear:

“The speed is quite fast, but unfortunately... it's too noisy.”

His tone was as flat as if he were evaluating something insignificant.

However, these words sounded like the greatest provocation to Green Feather and the others.

“Seeking death!”

Green Feather could no longer restrain himself. With a sharp shout, he was the first to strike!

He flapped the wings on his back violently, turning into a bolt of azure lightning. Moving at extreme speed, a slender azure longsword appeared in his hand at some point. The sword tip trembled, instantly thrusting out thousands of incomparably sharp wind spikes, each capable of piercing metal and stone, enveloping all of Li Wuji's vital points!

Almost simultaneously, the Sinister Old Man's pitch-black short ruler flew out, turning into a streak of black light aimed straight for the center of Li Wuji's back. The runes on the ruler shone brightly, and a powerful sealing force spread out, intending to restrict his movement.

The Woman in Colorful Clothes opened her vermilion lips and spat out a mouthful of pink mist. The mist seemed alive, splitting into several strands and coiling toward Li Wuji from different angles, the sweet scent growing even stronger.

The Bronze-skinned Burly Man took a step forward, cracking the ground, and charged at Li Wuji like a cannonball. With his right fist pulled back to his waist, dark red flames ignited on his bronze fist. He threw a punch, causing the air to boom as he aimed straight for the head!

The four great experts coordinated perfectly, their strikes intended to kill, sealing off all possibilities for Li Wuji to dodge!

Facing this combined strike that could instantly wound or even kill an ordinary Rank Four Peak Cultivator, Li Wuji merely shook his head gently.

With the Jade Slip in his right hand, he casually pressed down.

There was no earth-shaking roar, no dazzling brilliance.

Only an invisible, intangible, yet Soul-shiveringly heavy Aura descended with him at the center!

Time seemed to freeze for a moment once again.

The thousands of sharp wind spikes shattered and dissipated as if they had hit an invisible bronze wall while still a few yards away from Li Wuji's body.

The pitch-black short ruler seemed to fall into an endless mire, its speed dropping sharply. The runes on the ruler flickered rapidly a few times before dimming, and it fell to the ground with a clang.

The coiling pink mist evaporated without a trace like snow under a scorching sun, and even the cloying fragrance vanished completely.

The Bronze-skinned Burly Man's punch, burning with dark red flames and capable of collapsing a small mountain, came to a dead stop three feet from Li Wuji's face.

The burly man's face flushed red, and veins bulged as he exerted all his strength, yet his fist could not advance an inch further, as if it had struck an eternal divine mountain.

The flames on his fist extinguished with a puff.

“Pfft—!”

Green Feather, the Sinister Old Man, the Woman in Colorful Clothes, and the Bronze-skinned Burly Man—almost simultaneously, as if struck by a heavy hammer—all spat out a large mouthful of blood. Their bodies flew backward uncontrollably, crashing through several boulders before coming to a pathetic halt, their faces filled with horror and disbelief.

They hadn't even seen how the opponent had struck!

Just that sudden, mysterious method had caused their combined force to crumble and inflicted backlash upon them!

The surrounding followers and onlookers who were blocking the exits or waiting to strike were blown away by the invisible Aura's aftershocks. Those with weaker cultivation fainted instantly, and everyone else was scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, crawling and scrambling to get away from the area.

The dust slowly settled.

Li Wuji still stood in the same spot, his cloth robes unstained by dust, the azure Jade Slip in his hand emitting a soft glow.

He looked down at the Jade Slip, then looked up at the four people struggling to get up in the distance, filled with fear, and the crowd scattering like birds and beasts further away. The corners of his mouth under the mask seemed to curl slightly.

“Now,” his voice sounded calmly, clearly reaching the ears of every Soul-shaken person, “it is quiet.”