At this moment, Qin Hao's abdomen had a deep gash, with his intestines exposed and then haphazardly stuffed back in.
“It’s just a minor injury, nothing to worry about,” Qin Hao said, his face pale, waving his hand indifferently.
Fang Yuan winced slightly, gripping his long saber and charging forward again.
The battle had raged on, and deaths had begun to occur.
Baldy was beaten to death by two enemies, choosing to self-destruct without hesitation in his final moments.
Two Yinmen Sect disciples were severely wounded and had their necks severed by Wang Xiaojun and Chen Shaocong, who had rushed over.
Singer Xu Yuan, unable to defeat his enemy, embraced him to perish together, their flesh and blood splattering across the country road.
Gongdi Xiao Wang, despite his severe injuries, clung to two enemies, refusing to let go, and also chose to self-destruct.
Blood dyed the entire battlefield red.
Zhou Qianqian’s eyes were vacant; such a tragic scene left her heart unsettled for a long time.
What kind of belief made these people so insane? Was it justice? Or was it their deep-seated hatred for the Yinmen Sect?
Looking at the others, each was bathed in blood, completely disregarding life and death.
“If you keep this up, you’ll die…” Zhou Qianqian whimpered, her body trembling uncontrollably from fear.
“Stop your damn crying. Remember what I said, there are no tears on the path of cultivation. No matter what kind of enemy you face, you must have the courage to draw your sword. That is the mindset a strong person should have!”
Fang Yuan, usually so frivolous, suddenly became serious, every word he spoke resonating with power.
Zhou Qianqian stared blankly at Fang Yuan with tear-filled eyes.
At this moment, Fang Yuan seemed to be shimmering with light.
Zhang Ping, who had been hiding in the back, felt deeply ashamed. Gripping his broken blade, he stumbled towards the nearest enemy.
“No matter what kind of enemy you face, you must have the courage to draw your sword…” He kept repeating this phrase under his breath.
“Kill!”
Zhang Ping roared, using all his strength to unleash a dazzling saber qi.
Bang—
A ninth-level Qi Condensation cultivator was split in half.
“Holy cow!” Wang Xiaojun was startled; that sword qi nearly cleaved him as well.
“Heh heh, I did it…” Zhang Ping grinned.
“You damn…” Wang Xiaojun was about to curse, but his voice suddenly trailed off.
Only to see trickles of fresh blood slowly seep from Zhang Ping’s seven orifices, the blood vessels on his face receding like a tide, leaving behind only a pale complexion.
A faint smile still lingered on his lips, his eyes fixed forward, and the broken blade in his hand clattered to the ground.
“Senior Brother!” The six Qingcheng Gang disciples, dragging their injured bodies, quickly rushed to Zhang Ping’s side.
“Senior Brother…he’s dead…” Someone cried out in sorrow.
Zhou Qianqian snapped out of her daze and ran to Zhang Ping’s side. After examining him, her face showed a touch of sadness.
Although she had never known Zhang Ping, the sword strike he had just unleashed with his life had deeply shaken her heart.
“Fang Yuan, you killed Zhang Ping,” Qin Hao sighed.
Fang Yuan’s eyes were indifferent. He glanced at Zhang Ping’s corpse and said softly, “He’s just an NPC, why care so much?”
With that, he turned around, gripped the hilt of his saber tightly, and relentlessly struck the Foundation Establishment Stage disciple, one blow after another.
He didn’t stop even after his long saber broke in half.
Huo Sichun and Qin Hao exchanged glances, silently burning their essence, and charged forward, one from the left and one from the right.
At the same time, a deafening explosion echoed through the sky, and a powerful storm swept through everything nearby, sending everyone present flying a dozen meters away.
Whoosh whoosh—
Flying sword fragments flew out from the smoke, followed by a figure that flew backward and crashed into the ground.
Bang—
Another loud bang.
All the smoke instantly dispersed, and everyone could finally see the scene inside.
Zhao Shijie was hunched over, his body covered in bloodstains, blood dripping from his arm onto the ground.
Opposite him was another figure, whose face was covered in blood, and whose white burial shroud was stained red.
“Both sides severely wounded…” Someone murmured.
“One Innate Dao Body, one top-grade Sword Spirit Root, ha ha ha, good, you are very good!” The Yinshi Po suddenly burst into wild laughter.
Zhao Shijie’s eyelids drooped. He slowly raised his hands, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged frantically towards him.
Before long, an Innate Bagua pattern appeared above his head. Although somewhat blurry, the terrifying energy contained within it could still be felt.
“Do you really think I can’t kill you?” Zhao Shijie’s lips curved into a sneer.
All the preparations were for this moment.
Zhao Shijie’s greatest strength was not his use of the silver spear, but his ability to derive natural power by leveraging the laws of heaven and earth.
If the Yinshi Po were at her peak, she would have been fully capable of dodging, but now, the spiritual energy within her body was almost depleted.
“I never thought you still had a trump card. It’s a pity I couldn’t kill you all,” the Yinshi Po said with a look of regret, having already given up resistance.
“But it doesn’t matter, you won’t escape. My true body is about to arrive here. Even if Chu Huaian comes, he won’t be able to save you.”
“Are you boasting? Why would Xian Ge need to make a move to kill you?”
Zhao Shijie scoffed, thrusting his hands forcefully. The Innate Bagua diagram spun rapidly, effortlessly slicing the Yinshi Po in half.
With the Yinshi Po dead, the remaining Yinmen Sect disciples wanted to retreat, but how could the players let them leave now? They all blocked the path of these people.
Among all the players, only Li Yongxiao was completely unharmed, and he was the only one present who had solo-killed a ninth-level Qi Condensation cultivator.
Following Zhao Shijie, Qin Zhenhua and Ye Wuyai also successfully killed the Foundation Establishment Stage disciple.
For this, the two paid a heavy price; their entire bodies were covered in injuries, their spiritual energy was completely depleted, and they were now lying on the ground, gasping for breath.
On the other side, Fang Yuan and his two companions risked their lives and finally killed the last Foundation Establishment Stage disciple.
The remaining disciples were defeated one by one by Li Yongxiao. Thus, the Yinmen Sect was completely annihilated, and the Hua Xia Sect achieved a hard-won victory.
This heroic feat was enough to shock the entire southern region.
Killing a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator while in the Qi Condensation Stage was not something just anyone could do; even among the prodigies of other sects, such instances were rare.
Most importantly, these people used spirit artifacts, and even ordinary weapons.
Assuming Zhao Shijie and the others had a spirit treasure-level weapon, Zhou Qianqian firmly believed they would definitely be capable of solo-killing a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator.
Through this battle, she had completely seen the true combat power of these people. It was laughable that she had previously thought of challenging them one-on-one.
Without the aid of weapons, she couldn't even defeat Wang Xiaojun, let alone Zhao Shijie.
After the battle ended, these people returned to their usual state, like bandits, beginning to search the corpses for treasures.
“Fang Yuan, are you trying to hog the storage ring?!”
“What are you talking about? Am I that kind of person? I’m just helping you two keep them safe!”
“Less nonsense, hand them over quickly!”
“Hey, no breaking the rules, alright? The corpse belongs to whoever killed it, don’t just randomly search.”
Ye Wuyai saw Fang Yuan and Qin Hao sneakily running towards their side and immediately became wary.
“Tsk, stingy.”
Fang Yuan spat, then ran to the Yinshi Po’s corpse and carefully searched it all over.
“Damn it, there’s nothing!”