The intimidation from the Hundred Sword Sect ultimately couldn’t withstand the cultivators intertwined with despair and the desire to survive.
The crowd surged like startled birds, scattering in all directions, order completely lost, even after disciples of the Hundred Sword Sect directly killed several people in an attempt to intimidate everyone.
But it had little effect.
In fact, it even incited the resentnt of many cultivators, who actually united to fight against the disciples of the Hundred Sword Sect.
Shouts of killing, angry curses, crying, and screams filled the ears.
Qin Yu did not pay attention, instead observing his surroundings, finally locking onto a corner where the defenses of the Hundred Sword Sect disciples were most lax, and slowly moved towards it.
In that spot, ancient trees towered, with lush branches and leaves, perfectly enough for him to hide quickly.
Qin Yu’s steps were not slow. He divided his spiritual power, constantly watching the nearby Hundred Sword Sect disciples. When they were too distracted, his figure flickered, like a fish entering the water, seamlessly blending into the dense forest sea.
Fortunately, Qin Yu was just one of many fleeing in different directions, so no one chased him.
However, there was soone being chased, though not by the Hundred Sword Sect disciples.
A burly cultivator was being entangled by a Hundred Sword Sect disciple. Clearly, this cultivator’s cultivation was also good, making it hard for the two to determine a winner for a ti.
Qin Yu instinctively wanted to avoid it, but that cultivator was facing him. Seeing Qin Yu acting ’suspicious,’ a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. Unexpectedly, he abandoned the Hundred Sword Sect disciple, threw out a talisman, and his speed suddenly soared, running straight towards Qin Yu.
"Brother, help block him!"
As he spoke, he was already in front of Qin Yu, brushing past him, not without giving a sneer.
Qin Yu’s face darkened, intending to make a move.
"Swish!"
A flash of sword light, the cultivator’s head soared into the sky, his body taking a few steps forward out of inertia before collapsing.
"Zheng!"
With the sound of a sword, the long sword returned to its owner. The person’s gaze also fell on Qin Yu. "It’s you!"
"Hmm?"
Qin Yu was about to retreat but suddenly heard the voice. Looking over, his expression imdiately changed slightly.
It was actually one of the Hundred Sword Sect disciples from the door-kicking incident back then.
He still recognizes ?
What should I do now?!
Currently, those elders of the Hundred Sword Sect are being pinned down by Su Fairy, and with the advantage of his Pure Yang Divine Body, escaping isn’t a problem.
But now being recognized, I’m afraid there will be retribution later.
Then there’s only...
The Hundred Sword Sect disciple rely glanced at Qin Yu like looking at an ant, coldly saying, "Either co back with , or... die?!"
Killing wasn’t the Hundred Sword Sect’s goal; they needed scapegoats.
"Of course I’ll co back, of course I’ll co back..."
Qin Yu wore a deliberate fawning expression, a cowardly deanor, obediently moving closer to him, while actually sensing the area around him.
Fortunately, it seems there are only two.
That Hundred Sword Sect disciple, with cultivation already at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer, was conceited and completely underestimated Qin Yu, who he deed a low-ranking cultivator, a sneer on his lips, full of threats in his words, "You know the current situation, otherwise, those family mbers of yours in the city could..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw that the previously timid little cultivator, after approaching, said nothing, and punched straight towards his chest.
"You’re courting death!"
This sudden change was too abrupt, the disciple was caught off guard and hurriedly blocked with the long sword in his hand. However, the next scene left him utterly shocked—
"Crack!"
The sword in his hand was actually broken!
Imdiately afterward, under his incredulous gaze, Qin Yu’s fist, with a sound of wind and thunder, heavily struck his chest.
He personally watched as his chest caved in like that...
"Pff——"
A mouthful of blood gushed out like a spring, staining his clothes red, his Qi chanism instantly severed, perhaps even to death, he hadn’t figured out how his sword broke.
The other disciple who was chasing the previously dead cultivator froze. As Qin Yu looked at him, he thought of fleeing, but the next mont...
"Ah!..."
He clutched his head in pain, then heard the sound of his spine breaking. The imnse pain plunged him into darkness.
Qin Yu didn’t give it another glance and directly fled into the forest.
This happened quickly, coupled with everyone else being busy escaping and the cover of trees, no one noticed this side.
However.
Ordinary cultivators didn’t notice, but that didn’t an no one saw.
Not far away, atop a dense tree crown, a young girl in purple sat on a tree trunk, legs swinging, watching the scene with great interest just now.
"Truly interesting, a Qi Refining Fourth Layer can instant kill a Qi Refining Eighth Layer, and it seems his spiritual power isn’t bad." The girl’s red lips gently opened, muttering to herself.
With a light pinch of her fingers, a purple fla, no bigger than a thumb, danced lively among them, as if alive.
However, the small incident below did not concern the purple-clad girl too much, as she continued to observe the battle above.
Qin Yu had no awareness of the existence of this purple-clad girl.
He sensed around while choosing a less populated, hidden place to swiftly move until he could neither hear nor see any commotion, only then looking back.
"Phew!"
At this point, Qin Yu finally let out a slight sigh of relief, his eyes shining brightly.
The Pure Yang Divine Body is truly powerful!
The sword in that Hundred Sword Sect disciple’s hand, though not a spiritual weapon, wasn’t an ordinary mortal artifact either, and he broke it with a single punch.
This was entirely beyond his expectations.
This also gave Qin Yu a new understanding of the Pure Yang Divine Body.
He didn’t stop, jumping into a river, following its course, conveniently cleansing his Qi traces, letting all marks vanish with the flow.
Above the Ruins Rift.
The fight was nearing its end. Su Xiyue, worthy of being Yunlan Domain’s First Fairy.
Even when facing a tri-fold array, she used her trump card to force Jia Li to be killed on the spot.
The remaining two elders, witnessing this, paled, filled with fear, barely thinking before fleeing with injuries like defeated dogs.
"Hehe, it’s my turn to show up!"
At this mont, deep within the forest, the purple-clad girl’s lips curved into a smile enchanting enough to captivate souls.
With a gentle flick of her fingertips, a wisp of dark purple firelight suddenly erupted, breaking the silence of the air, its speed like a teor, directly targeting Su Xiyue.
"Leng Ruyu!"
"It’s you, demoness!"
Su Xiyue’s face suddenly changed, even more serious than when facing the Hundred Sword Sect’s three elders.
"Sister Xiyue, how magnificent you are, single-handedly sending that decrepit dog to death and scaring the twin dogs into fleeing..."
The laughter of the purple-clad girl, Leng Ruyu, was crisp, carrying a playful tone, her words both recognizing Su Xiyue’s power and insinuating a kind of implicit provocation and mockery.
Furthermore, she had no respect for the Hundred Sword Sect at all.
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