"Since you're so eager to die, allow to grant your wish!" one of the True Immortals snarled before suddenly lunging at Yuan.
"Supre Spear Arts, Grand Thrust!"
The cultivator drew his arm back before hurling the spear in his grasp toward Yuan. His aim, however, deliberately avoided any vital organs, as though he wished not to end Yuan's life too quickly, but to let him suffer a slow, agonizing death.
Yet the instant the spear touched Yuan's body, it stopped cold against his skin, unable to pierce even a fraction deeper. To the wielder, it was as if he had struck an unyielding wall of steel.
“W-What...2"
The man's eyes widened in disbelief, refusing to accept what he was seeing. He subconsciously began channeling more Immortal Qi into his strike, pushing with all his strength. Yet, the spear remained frozen in place, unable to advance an inch.
Yuan calmly looked at the spearman and said, "How are you going to kill if you cannot even harm ?"
"AHHHH!"
The spearman let out a furious shout, unleashing the full force of his cultivation. A mont later, he felt the spear inch forward and allowed himself a brief smile—only for it to vanish when he realized the truth. Yuan had rely moved back ever so slightly, creating the illusion that the weapon was piercing his body.
"Fuck! What the hell are you doing? Stop fooling around!"
Unable to bear watching any longer, another True Immortal roared in frustration and charged forward, swinging a massive mace—twice the size of his own body—straight at Yuan's head.
BOOM!
A violent shockwave tore through the area as the mace slamd down on the crown of Yuan's head, hurling him into the ground. The impact shattered the earth, leaving a massive crater in the ground.
“That's how you do it, Third Brother!” laughed the man wielding the mace.
“Damn it! That was unnecessary, Third Brother! I could've killed him myself if you had given a little more ti!"
“Enough yapping and go search his body! He reached the Golden Immortal realm as an orphan, and he's ntioned having fortuitous encounters. He's bound to be carrying sothing valuable," Zeng Guoquan barked.
“Yes, Elder Sister!" they replied in unison.
But just as they moved toward the crater where Yuan had fallen, one of the other two brothers suddenly shouted in alarm, "Watch out!"
The Third Brother barely reacted just in ti, but the Fourth--spear in hand--was a split second too slow. A sword flashed toward his face, the gleam of its edge being the last thing he saw before his consciousness was swallowed by darkness.
Though the Fourth Brother never realized how he died, the others were gripped by a surge of sorrow and fury at the sight of a sword driven straight through his face. "FOURTH BROTHER!"
The other three brothers shouted.
"So loud," Yuan remarked as he erged from the crater without even a scratch on his body.
“You bastard! You killed our Fourth Brother!" the remaining three brothers roared, weapons leveled at Yuan as their eyes blazed and Killing intent flooded the area.
"Okay... and?" Yuan replied calmly. "Did you really expect to stand here and let you kill without resistance? Did you think I wouldn't fight back? You should be thankful that I gave him a swift and painless death."
“Kill him! No! Tear him from limb to limb! Make him regret ever being born!" Zeng Guoquan suddenly shouted.
The next mont, all three remaining brothers rushed at Yuan. While the Third Brother wielded a large mace, the other two wielded a sword and a heavy axe.
Of course, no matter what kind of weapon they wielded or how many there were, none of them could get through Yuan's physique with their Ancient-grade weapons.
“Elder Sister! Sothing is wrong! We cannot touch him with our weapons for so reason! Help us!"
“You brainless idiots! If weapons don't work, use your martial techniques!"
At her urging, the three brothers swiftly stowed their weapons, opting to unleash their martial techniques instead.
The tunnel shook violently as they executed their most powerful techniques. Yet, Yuan remained utterly unfazed, even letting out a casual yawn.
“Impossible! Even our martial techniques can't touch him!" the brothers exclaid in disbelief as Yuan erged without a single scratch.
This ti, even Zeng Guoquan stood frozen, utterly dumbfounded.
“I'd let you have so more fun before I end your lives, but seeing how I am short on ti, I'll end things here," Yuan said a mont later.
“You—*
Just as Zeng Guoquan opened her mouth to speak, Yuan released his Supre Sword Aura. In an instant, the True Immortals were smothered beneath its razor-sharp pressure, every breath laced with the threat of being cut to pieces should they dare to move.
“W-Who... who the hell are you?" Zeng Guoquan cried out loud, forcing the words out with as little movent as possible, her voice strained and uneven under the crushing aura.
“I'm just a nobody," he calmly responded.
As his words faded, Yuan's Supre Sword Aura struck the three brothers at once. Yet he deliberately avoided their vital organs, ensuring they would bleed out slowly, writhing in agony as death crept upon them.
"How can a re Golden Immortal possess such power..." Zeng Guoquan muttered, her expression dazed.
Yuan stepped toward her at an unhurried pace and said, “I'm actually glad you revealed your true colors. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance to rid myself of trash like you today."
"Please... spare ... Il do anything you want!" Zeng Guoquan begged, her voice trembling as she tugged down her upper robes, shalessly revealing her alluring figure in a desperate bid for rcy.
"Anything?" Yuan asked.
"Anything!" she confird.
“Then die for ."
Yuan seized the Fourth Brother's fallen spear with his spiritual energy and, without hesitation, drove it into Zeng Guoquan's stomach, pinning her to the ground.
Zeng Guoquan let out a piercing scream, yet she refused to yield. In a flash, she produced a treasure from her spatial ring and pointed it at Yuan, shouting, "Even if I die today, I'll make sure to take you with !"
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