188: Chapter 188 I'll Help You

"Madam Hua, have you thought this through?"

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan's voice was hoarse, carrying an irrepressible tremor.

"My Heavenly Sword Sect has a Legacy spanning a millennium, and the Dachuan Dynasty has been established for hundreds of years. If your Taiyue Mountain dares to harm us today, can you bear the consequences when our grand army arrives at your borders in the future?"

Lady Hua looked at him without speaking.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan gritted his teeth, his voice rising a few notches: "My Heavenly Sword Sect has over twenty Golden Core Elders and one Nascent Soul Old Ancestor."

"The Dachuan Dynasty has three Nascent Soul retainers as well. Even if you, Madam Hua, have broken the Restriction, you are only at the Peak of the third rank. How many can you block? Your three thousand members of the Yao Race of Taiyue Mountain—how many times are they enough to be slaughtered?"

After he finished speaking, his chest heaved violently, and the veins on his hand gripping the sword hilt bulged.

Behind him, Sect Leader Xuanqingzi, Great Elder Chen Qingyun, and Great Elder Luo Qianshan did not respond, but their gazes fixed on Lady Hua clearly showed they were waiting for her to be afraid, waiting for her to retreat.

However, it was quite obvious.

They were going to be disappointed.

Lady Hua sent a telepathic message to Wu Li.

'My Divine Ability has been broken; I need some time.'

Wu Li hovered in mid-air.

The great flame fire halberd popped out from his palm.

The crimson-gold blade of the halberd lit up, and scorching heat waves expanded in all directions, evaporating the mist into a blank space.

He gripped the shaft of the halberd, the rotation speed of the Blood Fiend Primal Wheel behind him increasing. Gray-red Evil Qi circulated around his body, intertwining with the flames on the halberd blade—crimson-gold and gray-red, firelight and Evil Qi.

"I will assist you."

These three words were not spoken loudly, but every Yao and every human on the entire battlefield heard them clearly.

All gazes shifted away from Lady Hua simultaneously, landing on that ink-purple figure in mid-air.

"A bunch of eyesores!"

"Boom!"

Wu Li swung his halberd down. The flames on the fire halberd condensed into a crimson-gold pillar of light, carrying the gray-red Evil Qi, and struck straight at Great Elder Jian Sanyuan.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan held his sword horizontally to block. Sword Qi exploded on the sword body, forming a layer of white light curtain that forcefully caught the blow.

The halberd blade struck the sword, sending sparks flying everywhere. The ground exploded into a circle of cracks centered on Great Elder Jian Sanyuan, with debris scattering.

The webbing between his thumb and index finger split open, and blood dripped down the sword hilt. His knees buckled for an instant, but he gritted his teeth and held his ground.

"Heavenly Sword: Mountain Suppressor!"

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan roared, and the white light curtain on his sword suddenly expanded, turning into a light wall a zhang wide, knocking Wu Li's fire halberd back.

But he himself was also pushed back three steps by the recoil force.

Wu Li retracted his fire halberd. Before he could steady his figure, Sect Leader Xuanqingzi's xuantian mirror over there had already lit up.

"Watch this!"

"Xuantian Seven Kills!"

"Suppress!"

"Hum~"

The golden runes on the mirror surface shone simultaneously. Three of the seven dark red gemstones suddenly exploded, transforming into three pitch-black rays of spiritual light that shot toward Wu Li from different angles.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

Wu Li dodged two of the rays by turning to the side, but the third grazed his shoulder and struck the stone wall behind him.

The stone wall silently melted, creating a large hole a zhang deep, its edges as smooth as a mirror.

Wu Li tilted his head slightly to look at the wound on his shoulder—charred black, emitting blue smoke, the flesh curled back, and deep enough to see the bone.

His Blood Pupil constricted slightly.

"And me."

Before the words were finished, Great Elder Luo Qianshan's short axe was already in front of him.

"Blood Axe Slash!"

Great Elder Luo Qianshan's short axe spun in the air. The blood light on the axe blade flared intensely, transforming into a blood-colored light blade a zhang long that headed straight for Wu Li's face.

"Hum!"

Wu Li reached out with his left hand and clawed at the axe blade. Energy rapidly spread within his body, and he forcefully seized the short axe. Then, Wu Li's Demon Power erupted violently, throwing it directly back.

Great Elder Luo Qianshan caught his axe but was carried back several steps by the inertia. His arm went numb. Looking down, he saw an extra crack on the axe blade.

"What..."

Great Elder Luo Qianshan gritted his teeth, his eyes full of heartache.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate!"

"Colorless Profound Light!"

"Hum~"

As the pitch-black Profound Light expanded, Great Elder Chen Qingyun's flute melody rang out at this moment.

"Nine Nether Incantation!"

"Woo, woo, woo~"

The flute sound was shrill and mournful. The sound waves transformed into nine visible gray ripples, gushing out from the flute holes and enveloping Wu Li from all directions.

Wherever the ripples passed, the stone slabs on the ground split silently, the cuts as neat as if sliced by a knife. Petals turned into powder in the sound waves, and the water vapor in the air was shaken into mist, then dispersed.

"Hum~"

"Boom, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~"

Wu Li's Colorless Profound Light seemed to be suppressed by something; under these sound waves, it was actually unable to fully expand.

Wu Li's Blood Pupil constricted. Crimson light swept across, and the first sound wave exploded in mid-air.

"Blood Pupil, open!"

"Hum!"

Blood light shot out.

"Boom, boom, boom~"

Nine loud explosions occurred in succession, directly breaking Great Elder Chen Qingyun's technique, causing his body to stiffen abruptly. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with an unusual look of horror.

'How is this possible!'

'My flute melody contains sound-based spiritual techniques, and its power is three parts stronger than even the Profound Light Mirror of the Xuanyi Sect...'

"Out of tricks, are you!"

"Die!"

Having broken through everyone's techniques, Wu Li flew forward again, his fire halberd pointing straight at the crowd.

"Do not be presumptuous!"

"Heavenly Sword: Three Talents Slash!"

At this moment.

Jian Qingfeng, Jian Hanshuang, and Jian Lingyun all attacked simultaneously.

Three Sword Qi blasts were unleashed from three directions—one aimed at the head, one at the waist, and one at the legs.

The Three Talents Sword Formation—the Heaven, Earth, and Human swords all struck at once, with the Sword Qi weaving into an invisible net, trapping Wu Li in the middle.

Each Sword Qi strike carried the full force of a Golden Core second or third turn. With the three combined, the power was no less than a full-strength strike from a Golden Core fifth turn.

"Hmm?"

Wu Li rotated his fire halberd, and the flames on the blade exploded into a ring of fire, shattering all three Sword Qi strikes simultaneously.

The shockwave from the expanding ring of fire pushed the three of them back several steps, their hands went numb, and their sword bodies trembled violently.

But they did not retreat. Jian Qingfeng bit his tongue tip and sprayed a mouthful of vital blood onto his sword, causing the sword light to surge.

"Dark Yin: Myriad Needle Calamity!"

On this side.

Zhou Yuantong fiercely waved the black command flag in his hand, and the runes on the flag surface exploded. Countless black needles, as thin as ox hair, surged out from the command flag, covering the sky and earth like a black rainstorm, shooting toward Wu Li's entire body.

Wherever they passed, the air froze into frost, and the stone slabs on the ground were cracked by the cold.

Zhou Yuanming and Zhou Yuanba stood behind him, placing their hands on his back and channeling spiritual power frantically. The number of black needles doubled, their density doubled, and their speed doubled.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

"Defend!"

The Blood Fiend Primal Wheel behind Wu Li shook violently, and the gray-red Evil Qi surged out like a tidal wave, condensing into a gray-red shield in front of him.

The black needles struck the shield, emitting a dense "ding, ding, ding" sound, like rainstorm hitting iron sheets.

"Very good."

Wu Li straightened his body, leaning the fire halberd in front of him. His blood-red pupils swept across the fourteen Golden Core cultivators below. Even though Wu Li was extraordinary, facing fourteen Human Race Golden Core cultivators at once was still somewhat strenuous.

At this moment.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan's hand gripping the sword was shaking, but the sword tip remained pointed at Wu Li.

"You are very strong."

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan's voice was hoarse, "But no matter how strong you are, you are still just a Yao. If you surrender now, we might still spare your life."

Wu Li's mouth slowly curled up, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.