34: Chapter 34 The People of Qingxuan Sect Have Arrived

Liu San's objective was clear: not to directly confront the Yao Beast, but to seize the Spirit Medicine amidst the chaos.

Not only them, but several other experienced teams also harbored the same idea, converging on the stone platform from various directions.

The Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle evidently sensed their intentions.

Its massive body fully emerged from the pond water, and with a sweep of its four stout claws, it stirred up monstrous waves that crashed in all directions.

At the same time, its ferocious dragon head opened again, and dozens of black water arrows, condensed from the pond water, shot out like a torrential downpour.

"Form the Formation! Defend!"

Liu San roared, and the three of them immediately stood back-to-back, injecting their spiritual power into a Formation Plate.

A yellowish-brown light barrier instantly expanded, sheltering the four of them within.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The huge waves and water arrows violently struck the light barrier, causing it to flicker wildly and teeter precariously.

Su Chengyuan stood within the Formation, merely symbolically channeling his spiritual power, with most of his attention focused on observing the overall battlefield situation.

Chaos erupted.

The Cultivators divided into several factions.

Some, knowing their strength was insufficient, harassed the Yao Beast from afar with Spells and Talismans, attempting to deplete its power.

Others, like Liu San, formed small teams, enduring the Yao Beast's attacks, desperately trying to approach the stone platform.

And then there were some who were even more sinister.

They didn't attack the Yao Beast, but instead targeted other Cultivators.

"Puff!"

A Loose Cultivator was about to cast a Talisman when a Sword Qi suddenly lit up behind him. His body stiffened abruptly, and he looked down at the sword tip protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Wang Wu, you..."

"Hehe, I'll gladly take your share." The attacker grinned, pulled out his Flying Sword, and casually snatched the other party's Storage Pouch.

Such scenes were common on the chaotic battlefield.

So-called allies were fragile and vulnerable in the face of immense profit.

The ugliness and greed of human nature were exposed without reservation at this moment.

Su Chengyuan's Formation light barrier also finally reached its limit under the continuous attacks of the Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle.

With a "crack," it was covered in fissures.

"Hold on!" Liu San's eyes were bloodshot. He was less than ten zhang away from the stone platform, on the verge of success.

At this moment, a nearby three-person team suddenly turned their weapons, and three fierce Spells violently struck their already tottering Formation light barrier.

"Boom!"

The light barrier shattered in response.

"You're courting death!" Liu San was both shocked and enraged, turning to roar.

"Hehe, Liu Laosan, this nine-leaf dragon ganoderma grass is not something you can covet!" The leader of the attacking team was a gloomy middle-aged man. While directing his companions to continue attacking, he rushed towards the stone platform.

Having lost the Formation's protection, Liu San's team was instantly exposed to the dual attacks of the Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle and the assailants.

The Qi Refining Seventh Layer Cultivator was the first to suffer, his chest pierced by a black water arrow, killing him on the spot.

The remaining Cultivator also panicked, frantically fending off attacks, barely escaping danger.

Liu San roared in anger but could do nothing but summon a shield Magical Artifact to desperately hold on.

The moment the light barrier shattered, Su Chengyuan subtly retreated to the edge of the battle circle.

His face was "pale," appearing as if his spiritual power was overdrawn. He formed hand seals, slowly condensing ice spikes and shooting them at the attacking team, but his aim was terribly off, several hitting empty air.

His performance, in the eyes of others, was merely that of an ordinary Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator with insufficient strength, failing to attract anyone's attention.

The battle became even more chaotic.

The Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle's attack range was too vast, and several teams were tripping each other up and resorting to dirty tricks. For a time, no one could truly approach the nine-leaf dragon ganoderma grass.

Just as the stalemate continued, several powerful Sword Qi, coming from far to near, with an irresistible Aura, plunged into the chaotic battlefield!

"All Loose Cultivators, retreat immediately! This place is now under the control of my Qingxuan Sect!"

A clear, cold shout, like a sudden clap of thunder, rang in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see five Disciples dressed in Qingxuan Sect attire, hovering in mid-air on their Flying Swords.

The leader, with a stern face and a profound Aura, was a Cultivator at the Peak Ninth Layer of Qi Refining!

The four behind him were also skilled Eighth Layer of Qi Refining experts.

The people from the Qingxuan Sect had finally arrived!

The appearance of these Sect Disciples made the faces of the Loose Cultivators present extremely grim.

They were well-equipped and practiced superior Cultivation Techniques. At the same Realm, their combat power was far beyond what these 'unorthodox' Cultivators could compare to.

"Why?! This Spirit Medicine is ownerless; everyone who sees it has a share!" A Qi Refining Ninth Layer Loose Cultivator roared unwillingly.

"Is this enough?" The leading Qingxuan Sect Disciple's eyes flashed with disdain as he flicked a finger.

A slender green Sword Qi, at an extremely fast speed, instantly crossed dozens of zhang.

The Loose Cultivator who spoke out was greatly alarmed and quickly summoned a shield to block it.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, his Low Grade Magical Artifact shield was actually pierced directly by this seemingly insignificant Sword Qi!

The Sword Qi continued unabated, slicing across his shoulder, drawing a spray of blood.

One move! Just one move, and he heavily wounded a fellow Cultivator of the same Realm!

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

Deep apprehension appeared in the eyes of all the Loose Cultivators.

"I'll say it again, retreat! Or die!" The leading Qingxuan Sect Disciple's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

The Loose Cultivators exchanged glances. Although unwilling, in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, they could only grit their teeth and slowly retreat.

Liu San also took his sole remaining companion and scurried away to a distance. He glanced at Su Chengyuan, whose face was "pale with fright," spat, and cursed, "I thought he was a helper, but he turned out to be useless! What bad luck!"

Su Chengyuan lowered his head, not refuting, but a subtle glint, unnoticed by anyone, flashed deep in his eyes.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it.

Now, this "oriole" also seemed to have become someone else's prey.

The show had just begun.

The forceful intervention of the Qingxuan Sect Disciples brought a temporary calm to the chaotic situation.

Though the Loose Cultivators were unwilling, they could only retreat to a distance, like a pack of hyenas sniffing blood, waiting for a chance to scavenge the leftovers.

"Senior Brother Li, what about these Loose Cultivators?" A Qingxuan Sect Disciple pointed at the distant crowd, a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

"Don't bother with them, they're just a rabble, they can't stir up any waves." The Peak Ninth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator, referred to as Senior Brother Li, kept his gaze fixed on the Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle in the center of the pond, his tone arrogant, "First, deal with this beast, then seize the Spirit Medicine. Deploy the Four Symbols Sword Formation!"

"Yes!"

The four Qingxuan Sect Disciples immediately responded, swiftly taking up positions in the east, south, west, and north, surrounding the Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle.

Their long swords all pointed to the sky, and four Sword Qi of different attributes shot skyward, converging and merging in mid-air to form a massive Sword Formation diagram, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure.

The Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle clearly sensed the threat, letting out an uneasy low growl, its huge dragon head staring intently at the Sword Formation in mid-air, standing ready.

"Descend!"

With Senior Brother Li's command, the Sword Formation diagram crashed downwards. Four thick sword Auras, each with a different attribute, like four heavenly pillars, descended from the sky, fiercely striking the Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle.

The power of this Sword Formation was far beyond individual strength, already comparable to the strike of a Tenth Level of Qi Refining Cultivator!

"Roar!"

The Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle sensed the danger. It abruptly retracted its head and four limbs into its turtle shell.

On the dark turtle shell, countless profound runes instantly lit up, forming a translucent black protective shield that enveloped its entire body.

"Boom—!"

An earth-shattering roar echoed as the four sword Auras solidly struck the black protective shield.

A violent energy shockwave spread out in a ring, stirring up giant waves several zhang high throughout the pond.

When the light dissipated, everyone looked closely, all gasping in cold air.

Although the black protective shield was dim and covered in cracks, it had ultimately withstood this world-destroying blow.

And on the Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle's indestructible shell, only four white marks remained.

What terrifying defense!

"Hmph, let's see how long you can hold out!" A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Senior Brother Li's eyes as he once again activated the Sword Formation.

However, at this moment, the Dark Water Flood Dragon Turtle, which had been passively defending, launched a counterattack.