Boom!
The instant the two forces clashed—
The Taiyi Green Wood Palm was instantly obliterated.
The Human King Seal hovered over Mu Lao's head, pressing down with immense force.
"Not good!"
Mu Lao frantically summoned magical treasures and talismans to resist the terrifying attack, but they shattered one after another under the crushing might of the Human King Seal.
Sensing his body on the brink of destruction, he shouted in panic, "Wait! For the sake of Yuhua Sect, I beg you—spare me!"
Ye Junlin sneered. "Yuhua Sect? They mean nothing to me. If they provoke me, I'll wipe them out."
"You…!" Mu Lao was both enraged and shaken. He hadn't expected his opponent to be this arrogant.
A Transformation Stage cultivator might reign supreme in the Arid Province, but in Qingzhou, Yuhua Sect was a different beast entirely.
As a premier force in the Eastern Domain, how could a minor sect dare offend them?
"If I die here, your entire sect will be destroyed! You'll be hunted down, and your fate will be far worse than mine!"
Realizing his death was imminent, Mu Lao's face was drenched in sweat as he screamed in despair.
"You still have the nerve to threaten me?"
Ye Junlin raised his hand, voice cold. "Die."
"Ahhhh—!"
A shrill scream rang out.
Boom! The Human King Seal erupted in a radiant blaze of divine light, completely crushing Mu Lao into dust on the spot.
For a moment, Wind Thunder Sect was deathly silent.
Chen Yunhai collapsed to his knees, drenched in cold sweat, trembling uncontrollably. He stared at the silver-haired youth who looked like a deity descending from the heavens, and his voice shook:
"Lord Ye, this is all a misunderstanding. Our Wind Thunder Sect is willing to serve you—to follow your every command."
Right now, survival was all that mattered.
Seeing their sect master kneel, the other members quickly followed, groveling before Ye Junlin. Resistance against a Transformation Stage powerhouse was futile.
"Be my dogs? You think you're qualified?"
Ye Junlin scoffed in disdain.
Chen Yunhai's body tensed. He raised his head slowly, eyes bloodshot with rage. He gritted his teeth. "Lord Ye, my son Chen Xiao has the potential to become immortal! He's already been taken in by a Venerable of Yuhua Sect. Are you really willing to offend me? Think twice!"
He was hoping to invoke fear—some hesitation that might keep him alive.
"Oh?" Ye Junlin looked intrigued. "Potential for immortality? That's quite the claim. Even if he becomes an immortal, I can still kill him."
His voice was calm but absolute.
He believed in his ability to grow stronger through adversity—strong enough that not even an Immortal Emperor could surpass him.
Unshaken.
"You…!" Chen Yunhai was so furious he nearly coughed up blood.
This guy was a lunatic. Completely insane.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At that moment, dozens of warships appeared in the sky, rumbling as they approached Wind Thunder Sect with overwhelming force.
"Ye Nephew, we're here!"
A flash of blue lightning sliced through the air. It was Sect Master Xu Yonian, leading the charge.
Seven Peak Masters followed behind, their auras fierce and resolute.
"Those are… Xuantian Sect warships!"
"It's over! We're finished!"
"Run for your lives!"
Wind Thunder Sect erupted into chaos. Disciples and elders alike scattered in every direction, desperate to escape.
"Hmph. Should've acted earlier. Kill them all!" Xu Yonian barked coldly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One warship after another fired brilliant beams of light. Explosions rang through the mountains. Flames roared, smoke billowed, and the sky darkened.
Countless Xuantian Sect cultivators surged forward, armed with magical treasures. Their battle cries shook the heavens.
As corpses piled and blood dyed the earth, Chen Yunhai's face twisted in grief and regret.
He stared daggers at Ye Junlin, hatred burning in his eyes.
If this man hadn't concealed his strength, how could he have provoked such destruction?
A Transformation Stage cultivator… and he'd played everyone for fools!
"You… just wait! My son has the potential for immortality! I swear I'll repay today's humiliation a thousand times over!"
Chen Yunhai roared in desperation.
"Idiot."
Ye Junlin pointed a finger at him.
Bang!
Chen Yunhai's head exploded like a melon, and his corpse crumpled to the ground in a pool of blood.
The few Golden Core cultivators who tried to escape were also struck down one by one by Ye Junlin's hand.
Before long, Wind Thunder Sect had been completely annihilated. All their pills, treasures, and materials were seized.
"We won! Long live Xuantian Sect!"
Cheers erupted across the battlefield.
Xu Yonian's face was filled with elation. Laughing loudly, he called out, "Ye Nephew, look what I found!"
He opened a beautifully adorned brocade box, revealing a pill radiating spiritual energy.
It was the Transformation Infant Pill!
"I found this on that old dog Chen! Didn't expect he was hiding something this valuable! With this, I'll break through to Nascent Soul in no time!"
Xu Yonian was ecstatic. After being stuck in the Golden Core Stage for years, this was a heaven-sent opportunity.
"Congratulations, Sect Master! With two Nascent Soul experts, our Xuantian Sect will be unmatched in the Arid Province!" a peak master exclaimed.
Indeed, in this land, a single Nascent Soul cultivator could support a sect for centuries. Two would elevate Xuantian Sect to the peak of regional power.
"Actually, I…" Ye Junlin seemed like he wanted to say something but decided against it.
Suddenly, someone shouted in surprise.
"Everyone! Look what I found!"
The Cangjian Peak Master rushed over, holding an ancient token. The word "Yuhua" glimmered across its surface.
Xu Yonian's eyes widened in shock. "This… this is a Yuhua Sect token!"
"Huh?" The Peak Master froze. He hadn't expected it to be something so significant.
"That's the top cultivation force in Qingzhou," Xu Yonian muttered. "A true powerhouse in the Eastern Domain!"
Judging by the token's design, its owner must've been someone of high status in Yuhua Sect—likely an elder!
Everyone fell silent.
Someone of that level had been in Wind Thunder Sect?
"But… how?" Tianxiang Peak Master asked, perplexed.
The crowd lapsed into confusion.
"Could they have just dropped it?" Xu Yonian furrowed his brows, not even considering the idea that Wind Thunder Sect might've had real ties to Yuhua Sect.
How could an ant associate with a dragon?
"Ahem."
Clearing his throat, Xu Yonian looked toward the sky and called out solemnly, "Senior, if you're here, we meant no offense. Please, accept this token back."
Everyone looked up anxiously, hoping some senior expert would appear.
If they could establish ties with Yuhua Sect, it would be a massive boon for Xuantian Sect.
Then…
Caw! Caw!
Only the sound of crows echoed above.
Still hopeful, Xu Yonian turned to speak again—until someone tapped his shoulder.
He turned around and saw Ye Junlin looking at him with an odd expression.
"Ye Nephew, you…"
Ye Junlin sighed. "Stop calling. I already killed them."
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Should I keep naming the chapters??