619: Chapter 619 The Cloak of Chaos

Tan Yun shook his head and transformed into a stream of light, following closely behind.

"How should I address you, Fellow Daoist?" Tan Yun asked.

"What business is it of yours?" Qin Yu's tone was cold.

"There are nearly a million Cultivators in this Nascent Soul field; surely you don't intend to fight alone? How about we join forces?"

Qin Yu turned her head and glanced at him. "How strong are you?"

"Hmm..." Tan Yun pondered for a moment. "Among all the Nascent Soul Cultivators in the entire Immortal Domain, I should have no problem making the top one hundred."

"That's quite average." Qin Yu's tone was indifferent.

"This is average?" Tan Yun was stunned.

"If you assist me in taking first place, I might consider bringing you along," Qin Yu said casually.

"Hahaha, interesting." Tan Yun laughed loudly. "Fine, no problem. I've made a friend in you!"

"Then you must swear a great dao oath," Qin Yu said calmly.

Tan Yun smiled, immediately raised his hand, and swore the great dao oath.

After flying for a while, Qin Yu discovered over a hundred traces of battles along the way, with many mangled corpses scattered about.

"I didn't expect so many casualties in just half an hour," Tan Yun said in a low voice.

Suddenly, there was another fight ahead.

Rumble—!

Thunder roared, and spiritual light soared into the sky.

A mountain peak was sliced in half, gravel flew, and dust filled the air.

Half the mountainside slid down, crashing into the valley floor, shaking the earth.

The battle was extremely intense, and it was a group fight.

"Hurry! It's my friends!" Tan Yun shouted, his figure accelerating suddenly as he transformed into a stream of light, fleeing toward the direction of the battle.

Qin Yu thought for a moment and followed.

When the two drew near, the battlefield came into view.

One side consisted of thirty people, all with unfamiliar faces and varied attire, clearly a Loose Cultivator Alliance gathered from different places.

The other side had only three people—Yan Nuo, Han Feng, and Nangong Xue.

The three stood back-to-back, surrounded by the thirty people, their situation precarious.

Yan Nuo was already wounded, his left arm hanging limp, blood dripping down his elbow; Han Feng had blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his robes torn in several places; Nangong Xue's face was pale, she was gritting her teeth, and the long sword in her hand trembled slightly.

Seeing Tan Yun arrive, Yan Nuo's eyes lit up. "Fellow Daoist Tan! You've finally come!"

Tan Yun didn't say a word and charged directly into the fray.

With a flip of his hand, he gripped a crimson long sword; spiritual light flowed across the blade, radiating oppressive heat.

"Scarlet Flame Slash!" He swept his sword horizontally, and the Sword Qi transformed into a crescent-shaped flame, whistling as it slashed toward the nearest Cultivator.

That person hurriedly summoned a bronze shield, the runes on its surface lighting up—

Pfft!

The flame slashed against the shield, and the bronze shield was sliced in two like paper. A deep gash, exposing bone, was carved into the man's chest. Blood sprayed wildly, and he flew backward, screaming, crashing into a boulder and shattering it into pieces.

Tan Yun's arrival barely stabilized the situation.

But with thirty against four, the disadvantage was still overwhelming.

After a few rounds, the four of them had sustained new wounds.

One of the bald, burly men swung a hammer at Tan Yun, the wind from the hammer carrying the force of thunder:

"Star-Shattering Hammer!"

Tan Yun held his sword horizontally to block,

Clang—

Sparks flew everywhere. He was shaken back several steps, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split, and the Scarlet Flame sword nearly flew from his hand.

Han Feng was also besieged by seven people, struggling to defend, and took a palm strike to his back. He let out a muffled groan, blood spilling from his mouth.

Yan Nuo and Nangong Xue were also forced to retreat step by step, nearly being separated.

Tan Yun gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at Qin Yu in mid-air, and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Qin! Please help us! All their competition tokens will be yours!"

"Really?" Qin Yu finally spoke.

"Really!" Tan Yun said decisively.

The bald, burly man looked up at Qin Yu and sneered. "A woman, what kind of waves can she make? Brothers, finish these few off first, then we'll deal with her."

Qin Yu's lips curled slightly, her figure moving as she swept into the battlefield like the wind.

She held a flowing cloud spear in her hand—where it came from, no one knew—the spear's body shimmering with spiritual light, rippling like flowing water.

Her figure was like a ghost, too fast to see clearly.

A Cultivator was still swinging his blade when the spear tip was already before his eyes—

Pfft!

The spear tip pierced through his brow and out the back of his head.

The man's eyes widened; until his death, he couldn't understand how he hadn't even been able to dodge.

"What's going on? Why can't I move?" someone nearby shouted in terror, struggling desperately, but he was as if nailed to the spot, unable to move even half a step.

Of course, he didn't know—this was the power of the qingming mirror.

Nascent Soul Cultivators had not yet touched the threshold of Law, unable to see the existence of spatial power; only when they truly collided with it did they realize they were trapped.

"Witch! Die!" The bald, burly man roared and swung his hammer.

The other four simultaneously summoned their Magic Treasures. Five glittering weapons bombarded Qin Yu from different directions—a Flying Sword, a bronze hammer, a bronze mirror, a long spear, and a string of prayer beads, carrying fierce attacks that threatened to drown her.

A flash of spiritual light appeared in Qin Yu's hand; the flowing cloud spear vanished, replaced by a pitch-black hunyuan hammer.

The hammer wasn't large, yet it exuded a heavy aura.

She raised her hand and tossed it; the hunyuan hammer expanded in the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a thousand-zhang size, blotting out the sky.

"Smash!"

The thousand-zhang giant hammer crashed down with a boom.

The five Magic Treasures were like paper under the hammer—the Flying Sword snapped, the bronze hammer shattered, the bronze mirror exploded into fragments, the long spear bent into a bow shape, and the prayer beads scattered everywhere.

Those five people didn't even have time to scream; their bodies and Nascent Souls were smashed into a pulp of meat by the giant hammer. Flesh, bone, and spiritual light mixed together like a crushed watermelon.

The remaining people were stunned.

Some dropped their blades to the ground, some had weak knees, and some had their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.

"Run... quick... run!" Someone shouted, and the remaining twenty-plus people turned and ran.

Tan Yun, Yan Nuo, Han Feng, and Nangong Xue would not let this opportunity slip, immediately counter-attacking.

Blades flashed and swords cast shadows, with screams rising and falling.

Qin Yu did not stop.

Just as she was about to pursue, three people suddenly sprang out, each holding a Jade Talisman, and crushed them simultaneously.

Three formless strands of Law Power converged in the air, condensing into three translucent blades. They were too fast for the naked eye to track, silently stabbing toward Qin Yu's back.

Their speed was so great that not even the air had time to make a sound.

There was no dodging.

Qin Yu didn't even turn around.

The instant the three blades were about to pierce her back, a mysterious yellow light shone from behind her, soft as the morning sun yet as heavy as a mountain.

The three translucent Law blades struck the mysterious yellow light like a breeze hitting a mountain wall—silently, they dissipated on their own, not even stirring a ripple.

It was the chaos cloak!

The chaos cloak could even block Chaos Qi, let alone these three tiny Jade Talismans of theirs.

These kinds of Jade Talismans were generally refined by the Old Ancestors of various clans, with a Law Divine Ability sealed inside. If an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator encountered one, they would have almost no ability to dodge.

"What?" The three were terrified, their eyes wide, still clutching the fragments of the Jade Talismans, their fingers trembling slightly.

They couldn't believe that this Law Jade Talisman, capable of threatening a Soul Transformation, hadn't even touched the corner of the opponent's clothes.