Translator: CinderTL
The little beast nodded with remarkable human-like understanding and darted away. It paused occasionally to look back, checking if the Bald Woman was following.
The Bald Woman, her face filled with astonishment, cautiously took a few steps after it. The little beast led the way, and the two of them passed through a forest, the Divine Tree now looming before them.
The Bald Woman looked up, her eyes widening in shock as she gasped. Countless demonic beasts were peering down from the Divine Tree, their gazes fixed on the battlefield not far away. She even spotted several fourth-tier and fifth-tier demonic beasts among them.
"Beast Roar!"
The Bald Woman immediately understood what had happened. They had chosen a battlefield too close to the Divine Tree. The scent of blood had triggered the demonic beasts' primal instincts.
Grabbing the little beast, the Bald Woman turned and fled without looking back, shouting frantically, "Senior Brother, run! The Beast Roar has begun!"
"Awoooo!"
Behind them, a chorus of roars erupted from the myriad beasts, their deafening calls shaking the earth.
Tu Wanshan whirled around, his heart sinking. Damn it, I forgot about this!
"Run!"
Tu Wanshan could no longer afford to think about anything else. Spiritual Power surged wildly within him, and a foul-smelling blood mist erupted around him, engulfing him completely. As the mist churned, a towering figure emerged—two stories tall, with crimson hair and four eyes. It charged forward at breakneck speed, the blood-red greatsword in its hand looking like a toy.
Tu Wanshan revealed his Dao Body, ignoring the reckless consumption of Spiritual Power as he carved a path through the chaos, the others following closely behind him.
Hidden in the shadows, Ma Changjie frowned deeply, his mind racing. He was weighing whether to make a desperate gamble.
If he could stop Tu Wanshan and his group here, they would be caught between the approaching beast tide and the demonic beasts ahead, leaving them with no chance of survival. The Holy Son Token would then be his for the taking.
But such a move would undoubtedly put himself in mortal danger. The beast tide wouldn't care who he was; it would tear him apart just the same.
In the distance, trees fell like dominoes, the ground trembling slightly as tens of thousands of demonic beasts stampeded forward, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.
No one knew how many demonic beasts lived on the Divine Tree. There might be tens of thousands, or far more.
Ma Changjie pressed his lips together, turned, and fled. In the end, he didn't dare risk it. The beast roar was simply too terrifying.
Meanwhile, a rare hint of anxiety flickered in Xu Sanyan's eyes. He lowered his head, studying the Compass of Direction in his hand. The longest needle pointed steadily forward.
"Let's take a detour," Xu Sanyan decided, leading the group away. However, the rainbow light that pierced the sky constantly revealed their position.
As dawn broke, Xu Sanyan sat cross-legged, holding two Spirit Stones in each hand to replenish his Spiritual Power. Xiang Tan and the others leaned against trees, exhausted from their overnight journey.
No one spoke, everyone focused on recovering their energy. After a night of tense travel, even their cultivation levels and physical constitutions felt strained.
Suddenly, Xu Sanyan stood up, his gaze fixed on the depths of the dense forest. He had heard someone approaching.
A group of people rushed toward them from afar. The leader, clad in black robes, paused slightly when he saw only nine people in Xu Sanyan's group. Then, his face lit up with delight. "Hahaha! Heaven helps me!"
Xu Sanyan, seeing only a dozen or so people in the approaching group, breathed a sigh of relief. He had feared encountering someone like Qi Liang, whose large numbers could easily overwhelm them. Even with his strength, he would be in danger if surrounded.
Both sides simultaneously relaxed, each seemingly looking down on the other.
"Who are you?"
You Jianfeng stared at the rainbow light emanating from Xu Sanyan, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.
Xiang Tan leaned in and whispered, "That's You Jianfeng, ranked eighth among the Ten Great Talents."
Chi Yu was dead, and Xiang Tan had taken his place. Though she didn't know as much as Chi Yu, she recognized the sect's most prominent figures.
Xu Sanyan nodded slowly.
"Hand over the Holy Son Token, and I might spare your lives," You Jianfeng said, stepping forward to exert psychological pressure.
He knew every member of the Ten Great Talents, but Xu Sanyan wasn't among them. In his eyes, this person must have stumbled upon the token by sheer luck.
You Jianfeng's heart raced. He hadn't expected obtaining a token to be so easy.
"Heh."
Xu Sanyan shook his head and chuckled softly. With a blur of movement, he appeared before You Jianfeng, his discipline ruler crashing down on the man's head.
The discipline ruler was incredibly effective, especially when used in conjunction with the Lu Clan's Spirit Refining Force. Xu Sanyan found it increasingly natural to wield.
"Hmph, how dare you!"
You Jianfeng snorted coldly. A nobody dared to strike first? Truly courting death.
"Agh!"
The thought had barely crossed You Jianfeng's mind when a searing pain erupted in his divine soul, as if a red-hot blade had been forcibly plunged through his skull. He let out an involuntary scream, yet managed to brace himself with his longsword to parry the discipline ruler.
"Are you from the Lu Clan?!"
You Jianfeng's face contorted in agony, his eyes turning bloodshot from the intense pain, but he refused to fall.
The Lu Clan was renowned for their divine soul techniques, a fact You Jianfeng was well aware of, which prompted his question.
"Hmm?"
Xu Sanyan was slightly surprised. This man's willpower was truly remarkable; few could withstand his sudden attacks.
After his experience in the Soul Realm and his cultivation of the Soul Condensation Technique, Xu Sanyan's divine soul had become far more solidified than that of cultivators at the same realm. Even Gong Niang, ranked seventh among the Ten Great Talents, had struggled to resist his strike.
Yet You Jianfeng, ranked eighth, had endured. It seemed the so-called "Ten Great Talents" might have some flaws.
"I'm your father!"
Xu Sanyan had no patience for further banter. Veins bulged in his left arm as he unleashed a ferocious punch aimed at You Jianfeng's chest. You Jianfeng sidestepped at the last moment, narrowly avoiding the fist. The punch grazed his robes, tearing the fine silk to shreds.
Seeing You Jianfeng fall into a disadvantage, the enemy forces launched a desperate assault. Xiang Tan and the others naturally wouldn't stand idly by. They leaped forward, and a chaotic melee erupted.
You Jianfeng flipped his wrist, his longsword swirling into a dazzling sword flower. The razor-sharp blade flashed with a chilling light as it plunged downward, aimed directly at Xu Sanyan's head.
Reflected in the sword's surface were Xu Sanyan's narrow eyes, filled with cold determination. He reversed his discipline ruler, its blunt end meeting the sword's tip.
Their gazes locked. You Jianfeng curled his lips into a smile, and suddenly, a one-inch golden sword shot from his mouth, piercing toward Xu Sanyan's forehead.
A sword hidden in his mouth!
This unexpected move caught everyone off guard. No one could have imagined someone would attack with their mouth.
In the nick of time, Xu Sanyan mustered all his strength to dodge. The golden light grazed his temple, leaving a trail of blood.
Failing to land a killing blow, You Jianfeng seemed disappointed. With a surge of Spiritual Power, the golden sword circled and silently struck again from behind.
"Hmph!" Xu Sanyan snorted. This kind of attack relied on surprise. Now that he was prepared, he wouldn't let You Jianfeng succeed again.
As the golden sword streaked toward him, Xu Sanyan moved as though he had eyes in the back of his head. With a twist of his body, he dodged the miniature sword. Simultaneously, he swung his discipline ruler, the wind whistling as it slammed toward You Jianfeng's neck.
(End of the Chapter)
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