Translator: Cinder Translations
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Yan Zhengping didn't hide his killing intent at all, sending chills down Song Wen's spine.
He didn't dare to arrogantly think that he could withstand the attacks of Yan Zhengping, who was at the ninth layer of Qi Refinent.
Song Wen couldn't help but complain inwardly that this Ghost Three was insane.
"You have a deadly feud with the Yan family. Since you've already caught them in a compromising position, why not just expose them to the Corpse Demon Sect? They would handle the Yan family, so why risk your life to seek revenge?"
This made Song Wen suspect that Ghost Three's gathering of so many wandering cultivators and desperados was probably more about seizing the Yan family's assets than revenge.
The absence of the Foundation Establishnt Ancestor of the Yan family for many years, coupled with the Yan family's betrayal of the Corpse Demon Sect, made Ghost Three believe that he, along with these cultivators, had the upper hand against the Yan family.
At that mont, Ghost Three finally struck with full force. The Demonic Suppression Staff pierced through the air, swiftly and without delay, hitting the defensive barrier.
Under the siege of many cultivators, the defensive barrier was already precarious. With Ghost Three's full force strike, it instantly shattered into countless points of light, dissipating into the air.
After breaking the barrier, although the power of the Demonic Suppression Staff had weakened slightly, it still carried a terrifying montum, accompanied by a piercing whistle, continuing to thrust towards Yan Zhengping.
Yan Zhengping's eyes turned cold. The Demonic Suppression Staff exuded a formidable aura, filled with eerie ghostly energy. He couldn't afford to take it lightly and had to respond with full force.
Green mist emanated from Yan Zhengping's body, soon enveloping him completely. This was a manifestation of poison refinent reaching a certain level, displaying its unusual characteristics.
Ten half-arm-length steel needles appeared in Yan Zhengping's hands. The needles were dark with a faint green glow, indicating their strong toxicity.
Yan Zhengping waved his hands, and the ten needles flew straight towards the Demonic Suppression Staff.
"Clang! Clang! Clang..."
A series of crisp and ear-piercing sounds of tal clashing echoed.
The needles kept striking the Demonic Suppression Staff.
The needles were continuously knocked away, gradually diminishing the montum of the Demonic Suppression Staff.
Yan Zhengping and Ghost Three were evenly matched in their fierce struggle, but it was a challenge for everyone else on the ship.
The combined attack of two cultivators at the ninth layer of Qi Refinent emitted residual power that could not be underestimated.
The mid Qi Refinent cultivators of the Yan family had the assistance of Yan family cultivators at the later stage of Qi Refinent to resist the residual power.
As for Song Wen, when the Demonic Suppression Staff pierced the barrier, he activated the flying talisman in his left hand. At the sa ti, he exerted force with his feet and leaped towards a large tree diagonally behind him.
The corpse puppet firmly stuck to Song Wen's back, helping to defend against possible attacks from behind.
When the residual power erupted, Song Wen was less than ten ters away from the nearest large tree.
The shockwave hit the corpse puppet, instantly smashing its tough muscle-like flesh, revealing the decayed interior and eerie white bones.
Song Wen had spent a lot of resources refining the corpse puppet. It was his first ti revealing it to outsiders, and it was almost bisected.
The shockwave's impact didn't end there; it pierced through the corpse puppet and struck Song Wen.
In mid-air, Song Wen had already fully activated the "Corpse King Blood Refinent Art".
His whole body was surrounded by corpse qi, and his blood surged.
His entire skin turned dark and iron-blue, gradually shriveling as if dehydrated, with robust muscle fibers erging, nearly bursting through the skin.
The nails on his hands and feet turned pitch-black and sharp, emitting a deep chilling glow.
This was the transformation brought by Song Wen advancing through the 'Corpse King Blood Refinent Art'. This greatly enhanced his physical strength, allowing him to withstand the spells of cultivators at the sa level.
The force transmitted through the corpse puppet was insufficient to threaten Song Wen. Instead, he used this montum to accelerate towards the large tree.
Song Wen climbed the large tree with hands and feet, not daring to linger. Using all limbs to propel himself, his figure leaped agilely towards the depths of the dense forest, like a nimble ape.
With the help of the flying talisman, Song Wen disregarded the distance between the trees, seeking the shortest route to quickly leave the battlefield.
Behind him, various spells and magic techniques collided, creating thunderous booms and splashing water everywhere, shattering one towering tree after another.
Song Wen had no ti to spare for what was behind him, only focusing on getting as far away as possible, where he might have a chance.
The strength of the wandering cultivators clearly surpassed that of the Yan family cultivators. At this mont, the Yan family struggled to defend themselves, making it impossible to spare anyone to chase after Song Wen.
As for the wandering cultivators, seeing Song Wen's strength at only the third layer of Qi Refinent, they didn't consider him a threat, mistaking him for a low-level Yan family cultivator. They let Song Wen escape without interference.
With no one to hinder him, within a few breaths, Song Wen's figure disappeared into the depths of the forest, leaving no trace.
Yan family cultivators gathered by Yan Zhengping, joining forces to resist the siege of the wandering cultivators. Due to the clear lack of top-tier combatants, the defense of the Yan family began to show signs of strain.
Yan Zhengping, usually composed, now appeared sowhat anxious.
He kept looking around in hope, as if waiting for reinforcents to appear.
Yan Zhengping's hope was not in vain. From the distant swamp waters, a group of cultivators dressed in Yan family attire were riding on sothing akin to surfboards, swiftly approaching on the water's surface.
The Rainbow Grass Spirit Field was the most important industry of the Yan family. Naturally, it was guarded at all tis. These Yan family cultivators were the guardians of the Spirit Field.
Usually, they hid in the dense forests around the Spirit Field, guarding against demonic beasts in the swamp and wandering cultivators stealing spirit dicines.
Seeing the arrival of reinforcents, the spirits of the Yan family cultivators soared.
Yan Zhengping shouted loudly, "Ghost Three, today is your day to die."
Ghost Three glanced at the dozen or so Yan family cultivators approaching, the highest cultivation among them being at the eighth layer of Qi Refinent, with only a few cultivators at the later stage of Qi Refinent. The rest were all at the mid Qi Refinent stage.
Ghost Three's expression beca sowhat serious, yet he showed no signs of panic. Everything that was happening was within his expectations.
"Everyone, we have an irreconcilable enmity with the Yan family. Today, we can only exterminate the Yan family, using all the trump cards we have hidden away. Let's avoid prolonged battles."
"The Yan family has occupied the Poisonous Marsh for over a hundred years, and their treasure trove must be filled with riches. As long as we take down the Yan family, the treasures we obtain from this battle will surely be tenfold or a hundredfold."
The many wandering cultivators glanced at each other. Greed was evident in their eyes.
Their aptitude was not considered exceptional, surviving in the cruel world of cultivation until today and reaching the later stages of Qi Refinent. They relied on being ruthless and unscrupulous.
The attacks of the wandering cultivators instantly beca fierce, using various strange thods like talismans, fierce ghosts, and vengeful spirits.
(End of the Chapter)
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