385: Chapter 385 Five People Joining Forces

He suspended in high altitude, his gaze like ice, first sweeping over the eye-catching pile of flesh and blood below, then locking onto Venerable Cang Xuan.

"I wondered who it was that had the audacity to kill a Disciple of my Gu Family on my territory..."

"So, it's you, you old thing."

Venerable Cang Xuan's expression remained unchanged as he stroked his long snowy-white beard, a gentle, faint smile appearing on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Yong Ye, we haven't seen each other for years, yet your temper is still so fiery."

He paused, shook his head, and continued, "So this brat, who snatched and killed in the street, throwing away all the face of your Gu Family, is actually your descendant?"

"Tsk tsk, Fellow Daoist, you really ought to manage your family's conduct better."

Venerable Yong Ye's face instantly darkened to the point it could drip water, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Old thing, how my Gu Family Disciples conduct themselves is none of your business as an outsider! Much less is it your place to travel ten thousand miles just to run wild and kill people in my Yongye City!"

"Today, if you don't give me an explanation, I shall also go to your Academy and slaughter a few..."

"Enough, enough." Venerable Cang Xuan waved his hand, interrupting him with a calm smile. "The old rules it is then, why waste so many words."

Venerable Yong Ye narrowed his eyes. "Good! Very good! It seems you came prepared and have long wanted to cross paths with me!"

Venerable Yong Ye was at the Mahayana Late Stage and had been defeated by Venerable Cang Xuan many times.

But he had never given up the idea of defeating Cang Xuan; it had become his sole obsession.

Having caught another rare opportunity this time, he naturally wouldn't let it go.

His figure suddenly moved, instantly transforming into a streak of light and charging straight towards the higher reaches of the firmament.

Venerable Cang Xuan turned his head to look at Yun Xiaozi, seemingly reminding him of something via voice transmission.

Yun Xiaozi grinned at him and waved his small hand, showing no fear. Instead, he looked excited. "Go on, old man! Beat him up!"

Venerable Cang Xuan nodded slightly and said no more.

With a flicker of his body, he vanished from the spot. The next moment, he appeared above the Nine Heavens, facing Venerable Yong Ye from a distance.

The next second—

"Rumble—!!!"

The clash between two Mahayana Cultivators didn't even require direct contact; the mere collision of their Aura and the invocation of Laws caused the heavens and earth to change color!

The sky, originally half white and half black, now looked like a lake surface with a giant boulder thrown into it. The boundary between Spiritual Qi and Devilish Qi distorted violently, roiling and swallowing each other!

Wild winds rose abruptly, swirling the clouds for ten thousand miles and forming a vortex that blotted out the sun.

The ground shook violently. In the Immortal City, the protective Formations on countless buildings lit up automatically, emitting an overburdened hum.

The lightning was no longer the fine sparks at the boundary, but purple-black bolts as thick as Dragons, tearing through the sky and letting out deafening roars!

The might of the Mahayana; with a single thought, they could change the very face of the mountains and rivers!

Countless Cultivators throughout the city, regardless of their cultivation level, were awestruck by the terrifying pressure coming from above the Nine Heavens, involuntarily looking up.

A clash between Mahayana Cultivators, even just the aftershocks, was enough to cause ordinary Cultivators' minds to collapse.

Standing in the crowd, you watched this world-shaking duel, yet your heart was filled with a cold clarity.

So that's how it is.

This was the plan of the Langgan Pavilion, or rather, the invisible hand of Venerable Tianming manipulating things from behind the scenes.

The "Mahayana Cultivator" pinning down Venerable Cang Xuan was the guardian here—Venerable Yong Ye.

One wondered why Venerable Yong Ye had agreed to Venerable Tianming's request.

If you could follow suit and get Venerable Yong Ye to help you deal with the Liu Clan, would it work?

Just as this thought surfaced—

"Little thief, die!"

Several shouts filled with killing intent rang out from the crowd!

Five figures suddenly erupted from different directions!

Their Auras were no longer concealed; they were surprisingly five Spirit Transformation Cultivators!

One of them was the middle-aged man who had just spoken up to incite the crowd and lead the heckling!

The five of them coordinated perfectly, unleashing killing moves without reservation as they attacked Yun Xiaozi!

One person sacrificed a pitch-black Myriad Soul Banner wrapped in countless phantom images of wronged souls. As the banner unfurled, ghostly wails and wolf howls rose from all sides, and countless hideous ghostly shadows turned into a black torrent!

Another held their hands as if embracing something empty, and a Bone Spirit Cauldron burning with pale flames emerged. From the mouth of the cauldron poured out a torrential bone fire, which seemed to burn and distort the very space it passed through!

The third person threw out a silver-glistening immortal binding rope. The rope was as agile as a snake, instantly splitting into thousands of silver threads, some real and some illusory, sealing off the surrounding space!

The fourth person spat out a spinning Seven Fiends Poison Thunder Bead. The bead was only the size of a fist, yet it emitted a hair-raising Aura of destruction!

The last person was the most direct, gripping a Mountain Splitting Earth Cleaving Axe the size of a door panel. The axe blade condensed a sharp edge capable of tearing the earth apart as it swung down!

Five different types of lethal attacks instantly completely submerged the area where Yun Xiaozi was!

"Boom—!!!"

An earth-shaking explosion rang out!

Terrifying Spiritual Pressure and destructive energy intertwined and erupted, forming a vortex of death!

With Yun Xiaozi's location as the center, the ground for thousands of feet around was violently crushed and overturned as if by a giant invisible hand!

The hard floor turned to powder, cracks in the ground spread like a spider web, and nearby pavilions collapsed like paper under the impact of the violent energy, with dust mixing with various spiritual lights soaring into the sky!

"Ah—!"

"Help!"

"Run!"

The low-level Loose Cultivators watching had no time to react. Those slightly closer were vaporized by the destructive energy aftershocks before they could even scream, leaving no remains!

Those a bit further away were also hit by collapsing building fragments, flying debris, and violent spiritual energy turbulence, resulting in a mass of casualties!

Cries, wails, and the loud crashes of collapsing buildings intertwined; the entire block was like a living hell!

Only those Cultivators who were fast enough or well-prepared used their respective bottom-drawer life-saving means.

How could they still care about watching the battle or picking up scraps?

Saving their lives was the top priority!

"Buzz!"

"Swoosh!"

"Chii—!"

Countless spiritual lights of various colors suddenly lit up, fleeing madly towards the periphery like a startled swarm of bees!

Some crushed their treasured Great Teleportation Talismans, their figures suddenly vanishing in a distortion of space...

Some activated their hidden Blood Escape Secret Arts, not hesitating to sacrifice essence blood to transform into a streak of blood light and flee far away...

Some unleashed flying Magic Treasures, pushing their speed to the limit as they fled without looking back...

Some even used strange methods like death-substitution or Clones, their true bodies long gone.

For a moment, with the battlefield as the center, within a hundred-mile radius, countless streaks of light were like a reverse meteor shower, madly scattering towards the outside.

Having escaped a hundred miles away and feeling the world-destroying pressure slightly lessen, these panicked Cultivators finally dared to stop.

Looking from afar, the survivors formed a sparse "human wall" made of various escape lights and figures.

Everyone's face was pale, their breathing unstable, and fear still lingered in their eyes.

And you were already no longer in your original spot.

The moment the energy began to run amok indiscriminately, you had already performed a Teleportation, silently appearing a thousand miles away.

This distance was safe enough, yet it allowed your Divine Thought to clearly lock onto the center of the battlefield and observe every change.