76: Chapter 76 Even when they can't beat someone, they know to play by the rules.

"Clang!!"

The Flying Sword was knocked off course by the strong wind, and a fine crack appeared on its silvery-white body, its sword light dimming slightly. The long whip was wrapped up by the strong wind, its body trembling violently in the air, emitting a buzzing whine.

The two Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators' expressions changed; they hurriedly retracted their Spiritual Artifacts and lowered their heads to check them.

Wu Li did not give them a chance to catch their breath, a flash of blood-red light flickering across his entire body.

"This is you seeking your own deaths!"

"Blood Seal Curse!"

"Hum!!"

The Blood Seal Curse was activated.

A ripple of blood-red color spread out from his body, fast as lightning, instantly enveloping the three of them.

Huo Xuan and the two Cultivators simultaneously felt their internal Qi and blood churning, as if something had exploded within their blood vessels; their circulation of Spiritual Qi began to stagnate, and their Meridians throbbed with faint pain.

Huo Xuan's reaction was the fastest; his expression darkened, he formed a seal with his right hand, and let out a low shout.

"Mysterious One Heart-Calming Mantra! Protect my entire body!!"

"Hum~"

A dark cyan Spiritual light erupted from his body, spreading like ripples toward his limbs and bones, forcibly suppressing the churning Qi and blood.

However.

The other two Cultivators, who had just retracted their Spiritual Artifacts and had not yet steadied their minds, did not react as quickly.

The Blood Seal Curse agitated their Qi and blood; their faces flushed red, blue veins bulged on their foreheads, their internal Qi and blood rampaged, and their circulation of Spiritual Qi fell into chaos.

"Die!"

Huo Xuan attacked again, a beam of Spiritual light shooting straight at Wu Li.

"Hum~"

Just at this moment.

Wu Li's entire body shone with intense black light.

The Colorless Profound Light surged out from Wu Li's body once again, spreading in all directions like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the three of them.

Huo Xuan's pupils shrank violently, and he only felt darkness before his eyes.

"An innate Divine Ability!"

Huo Xuan's eyes were fierce as he released his Spiritual Sense, but it was heavily suppressed; his mana circulation began to stagnate, and even his perception became blurred.

The power of refinement descended...

"Not good!"

Huo Xuan sensed something was wrong; he circulated his Spiritual Qi to protect his body, while wildly throwing out Talismans to defend himself, desperately urging his mana to unleash several attacks in succession.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Boom!"

Inside the Colorless Profound Light, Huo Xuan struck several times in succession; the Spiritual light exploded in the darkness but was quickly swallowed by the Profound Light, creating only ripples without even a sound.

Meanwhile, the barrier he had conjured from Talismans was shattering, layer by layer.

Inside the Colorless Profound Light.

The two Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators behind him were in an even worse state; one had already been refined until his flesh was torn, most of his Dharma robe had dissolved, his exposed skin was charred and cracked, blood was streaming down from his wounds, and he was curled up in a ball, unable to even let out a scream.

The other one was in a slightly better condition but was also suppressed by the Profound Light and unable to move, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with fear.

At this moment.

Wu Li flapped his wings, his figure passing through the Profound Light like a ghost, and he arrived in front of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator who was in slightly better condition, grabbing him by the collar with one claw and lifting him up like a chick.

The Cultivator widened his eyes in terror, his mouth agape, wanting to say something, but Wu Li did not give him the chance to speak.

He swung his other wing and slapped the Cultivator's face fiercely.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed within the Profound Light; the Cultivator's face instantly swelled up, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He, a dignified Foundation Establishment Cultivator, had been slapped by a crow.

"That's for your loose mouth!"

"That's for your loose mouth!"

Wu Li's voice was hoarse and cold, and he slapped again with his wing.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Wu Li slapped him, one wing after another.

At this moment, Huo Xuan's expression darkened, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He reached into his bosom and pulled out two golden-glowing Talismans; the runes on them were dense, and the Spiritual Qi fluctuations were so intense they made one's heart palpitate. They were Second-Grade High Grade Talismans, equivalent to a full-force strike from a Peak Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

"Break for me!"

Huo Xuan gritted his teeth and unleashed both Talismans simultaneously.

The golden light exploded.

It transformed into two violent pillars of Spiritual light, one crimson like molten lava, the other ice-blue like frost, carrying destructive power as they slammed fiercely into the Colorless Profound Light.

"Boom!"

The loud noise shook the heavens, the Profound Light trembled violently, cracks spread like a spider web, and then it shattered directly.

"Boom~"

Wu Li was knocked backward several zhang by the aftermath, his feathers ruffled, his chest feeling stuffy, but he quickly flapped his wings to steady his figure.

Looking up...

Huo Xuan rushed out from the Profound Light, his Dharma robe tattered, his hair disheveled, his face pale, but his aura remained sharp; he had not suffered too serious an injury.

Behind him.

An Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator stumbled out after him, his Dharma robe mostly dissolved by the Profound Light, revealing the charred skin beneath, the flesh on his face cracked, blood streaming down his cheeks, his eyes filled with terror.

As for the other Cultivator whose face had been "caressed" by Wu Li, he was already dead; he fell from mid-air like a pile of mud, hitting the ground heavily and kicking up a cloud of dust.

If they had waited another two breaths, the other Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator would also have been refined to death alive within Wu Li's Colorless Profound Light.

It was a pity that Huo Xuan was too decisive.

Those two Talismans, worth tens of thousands of Spirit Stones, were used just like that.

"You have quite a lot of tools!"

Wu Li flew in mid-air, his blood-red pupils coldly watching Huo Xuan.

If not for these two Talismans breaking my Divine Ability, all three of you would have been dead in at most three breaths.

Huo Xuan's face was livid; he pointed at Wu Li, his voice filled with irrepressible anger.

"You are a member of the Yao Race from Taiyue Mountain, aren't you?"

"Do you know that Taiyue Mountain has an agreement with our Immortal Sects that the Yao Race in the mountains must not kill Foundation Establishment Cultivators of our Immortal Sects!"

"Your current behavior is provoking a war; surrender obediently, otherwise, bear the consequences!"

As soon as Huo Xuan mentioned this, fire seemed to erupt from Wu Li's eyes.

He stared at Huo Xuan, his blood-red pupils filled with mockery and disgust, his voice hoarse and cold: "Fuck off! Now that you can't win, you want to talk about rules with me?"

After speaking.

Wu Li flapped his wings violently, Demon Power surged, and his voice suddenly rose.

"I'll kill you all right here, who would know!"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Li flapped both wings simultaneously, two sharp gusts of wind shooting out from the tips of his wings, carrying Second-Grade Late Stage Demon Power as they headed straight for Huo Xuan's face.

At the same time, the Demon Power within his body surged crazily, the Blood Seal Curse was activated again, a ripple of blood-red color spread out from his body, fast as lightning, instantly enveloping Huo Xuan and the remaining Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

"Hum~~"

At the wounds on Huo Xuan's body.

Blood gushed out violently, as if being sucked out from the wounds by something.

His expression changed; he hurriedly circulated his Spiritual Qi to suppress his Qi and blood, but the erosive power of the Blood Seal Curse was too strong, his wounds throbbed with intense pain, and the blood could not be stopped no matter what.

Just at this moment, a flash of silver light shone beneath Wu Li's feet.

The Yang Essence Blade Ring flew out from his ankle, expanding in the wind, transforming into a crimson streak of light that carved a sharp arc in the air, its speed so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The crimson ring whistled as it spun, sharpened on both the inside and outside, its edges as sharp as a blade, heading straight for the remaining Foundation Establishment Cultivator.