With a thunderous crash, the newcor did not dodge or evade, and forcefully smashed the fire dragon into a sky full of sparks, with a hint of black brilliance flashing past. The magic cultivator suspended in mid-air swayed slightly, blood spurted from his neck, and he plumted towards the ground.
anwhile, the black fleeing light wrapped around the thunderbolt dove into the battle, leaving behind a trail of screams and limbs and flesh flown into the air, instantly turning the already chaotic and bloody battlefield into a veritable Asura Purgatory.
In the crowd, Lu Ye watched the dancing black fleeing light. Although he did not know who was coming, nor could he clearly see their movents, the black fleeing light gave him an inexplicably familiar feeling.
It was an inexplicable sense of closeness.
Lu Ye looked down at his battlefield marking, which emanated a slight warmth, a feeling of originating from the sa source flowing from the black fleeing light.
Could this be... soone from the Righteous Blood Sect?
The Righteous Blood Sect still has disciples?
He was not aware of the exact situation of the Righteous Blood Sect, assuming from the current information that his sect, which hadn't recruited disciples for thirty years and was on the verge of being removed, had only the sect master left besides himself.
But it appeared that this was not the case; the Righteous Blood Sect still had disciples, at least one anyway.
"Don't mind her, kill that Lu Ye!"
Within the crowd, soone suddenly shouted.
No sooner had the voice fallen than the black fleeing light had already pounced in front of him, followed by a head flying high into the air.
Various magic and spells fell from the sky, with fire-type spells being the most nurous, especially those ferocious fire dragons, which twisted and distorted the air with their fiery breath.
The black fleeing light, now wrapped in purple thunderbolt, flicked in front of Lu Ye and grabbed a piece of erald-green leaf, which imdiately enlarged and shielded overhead.
Boom, boom, boom…
The spells hit the leaf but could not break the leaf's protection. Lu Ye stared blankly at the figure standing before him.
This woman had a tall figure, wearing a sowhat ill-fitting dress that outlined her graceful curves beautifully, her body surged with spirit force alongside the purple thunderbolt, braving the attacks of nurous spells, she turned back to Lu Ye with a smile, "Little Junior Brother? I am your Senior Sister, Weh Ying."
In that instant, the sky and earth seed to lose their color.
Lu Ye hastily greeted, "I've t Senior Sister!"
His own Senior Sister was so formidable?
And also breathtakingly beautiful and curvaceous…
"I am late, mainly because that old man at ho is too stubborn."
Old man? Lu Ye was startled before he realized she was talking about the sect master... and he dared not continue the conversation.
At the sa ti, the Haotian Alliance cultivators, previously blocked outside, had killed their way in, it was Weh Ying who had opened a gap for them.
She had just arrived, but she quickly grasped the situation in the field, knowing that it was unrealistic to save Lu Ye from the predicant on her own, if she wanted to fully protect Lu Ye, she still needed the strength of others.
This was why she let the outside Haotian Alliance cultivators in at the first place, only with more people could they protect Lu Ye.
In an instant, the number of cultivators surrounding Lu Ye swelled to over a hundred. While these people banded together, they resisted the spells attacking from all sides, although they were safe for the mont, they would eventually run out of strength.
"Everyone, protect my Junior Brother!" Weh Ying suddenly spoke up.
Imdiately, many voices responded eagerly, "We shall follow the senior's orders!"
Their attitude was extrely enthusiastic.
Weh Ying had charged back into the fray, her tall figure once again transford into the black fleeing light. The Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators, who were still casting spells in midair, panicked at the sight, scrambling to escape like avoiding a plague, yet anyone she fixed her gaze on hardly survived beyond three breaths.
One figure after another scread as they fell from the sky, followed by a second, and a third…
The black fleeing light only needed a few back and forth sweeps before the air was clear of people, those who were lucky enough to survive promptly suppressed their fleeing light and obediently landed on the ground.
They had no choice, as Weh Ying made it quite clear: whoever dared to stand in midair, she would kill.
When Weh Ying returned, the noisy battlefield suddenly quieted down. All fluctuations of spirit force settled, and Weh Ying's hands held a giant battle scythe as tall as herself, from which black qi continuously drifted, giving off an extrely ominous aura.
"Those who do not wish to die, get lost!" Weh Ying said indifferently, and wherever her gaze landed, cultivators from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge retreated.
However, one person stood out, a mark of raging flas on his forehead as if it was burning. He looked at Weh Ying, "For the scuffle among us juniors to disturb such a powerful figure as Senior is truly an honor. However, Senior forcibly entering the Spirit Stream battlefield and killing so many, the taste of Soul-Destroying Divine Lightning isn't pleasant, right?
Now that the Divine Lightning has turned dark purple, how many more can Senior kill?"
Weh Ying turned to look at him, her figure suddenly beca a shadow, directly pouncing in front of him. She pointed at his chest, and with an unknown thod invoked, his body suddenly stiffened. The giant battle scythe swung down, and his head, still bearing an astonished expression, flew high.
After killing, Weh Ying flashed back to stand in front of Lu Ye, snorted coldly, "The Sacred Fire Order wants to stand out? I can't kill many, maybe three or five more at most, who wants to try?"
"What skill is it for a Senior to bully the younger?" soone in the crowd muttered indignantly, the voice elusive, apparently not wanting to let Weh Ying pinpoint their location.
Weh Ying looked in the direction of the voice and said, "Who exactly is bullying the weak here?"
"After all, this is a matter of the Spirit Stream battlefield. It seems a bit out of line for a senior to forcefully barge in like this. If every sect were to act as the senior does, wouldn't the Spirit Stream battlefield be thrown into chaos?"
"If they dare, let them co and see if I can't kill them!"
"Utterly nonsensical!" The speaker was filled with indignant frustration and continued loudly, "Everyone, she is now entangled with the Soul-Destroying Divine Lightning and can't kill many more. Don't be afraid of her. Let's all attack together. If she dares to make a move, she will certainly be destroyed by the Divine Lightning."
"Found you!" Weh Ying's lips curled into a smirk as she extended her battle scythe forward, and when she retracted it, the scythe had pierced through the chest of a thin man, lifting him high as blood poured from the wound, the severe pain eliciting a scream from him.
The cultivators of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge were silenced, as no one saw exactly how she had made her move.
Looking up at the thin man, her dark brows furrowed, "A person from Golden Clouds Tower? Decades have passed, and you still haven't improved, always hiding in the shadows, sowing discord."
"It wasn't !" The thin man struggled.
With a casual swing of her scythe in Weh Ying's hand, a mist of blood exploded around them.
She turned to look at Lu Ye, "In the future when you are on the Spirit Stream battlefield, if you encounter people from the Sacred Fire Order or Golden Clouds Tower, don't waste words with them, just kill them first. We have a deep-seated grudge with those two."
"Yes!" Lu Ye responded respectfully.
"Right, there's also Hundred Refinent Valley. If the Sacred Fire Order and Golden Clouds Tower are here, it wouldn't make sense for Hundred Refinent Valley to be absent. Where are they?" she looked around, as if hoping to find soone from Hundred Refinent Valley to kill, but with so many Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators, she couldn't tell them apart.
Under her piercing gaze, a cultivator from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge timidly spoke, "The ones from Hundred Refinent Valley are blocked in their quarters by Feng Yuechan..."
"Yuechan..." Weh Ying's expression softened a bit. "The little girl has grown up."
She twirled her scythe and held it up, shouting, "I am taking my junior brother with . Does anyone object?"
A person from the Sacred Fire Order stepped forward from the crowd, his expression solemn, "As long as the heart fire is not extinguished, there is nothing to fear even in death!"
He stood not far from Weh Ying, watching her with a neutral expression.
Weh Ying swung her scythe, and the man from the Sacred Fire Order was instantly split into two.
Another stepped forward, chanting, "As long as the heart fire is not extinguished, there is nothing to fear even in death!"
Weh Ying struck again, without a mont's hesitation.
A third person from the Sacred Fire Order stepped forward, shouting the sa phrase.
This ti, Weh Ying did not strike but simply smiled and pointed skyward, "I won't kill you, but soone else will!"
A clear sound of a sword's chi suddenly rang out. When the crowd looked in the direction she pointed, they saw a streak of sword light falling from the sky, splitting the man from the Sacred Fire Order in two without him uttering a sound.
The sword light subsided, and a longsword embedded in the ground ca into view. A man with white hair, wearing a long red and white robe, stood lightly on the handle, as insubstantial as a piece of willow catkin, swaying gently with the motion of the sword handle.
He held a wine gourd in his other hand, tilting his head back to take a drink, then belched, "I'm late!"
"Li Baxian!" soone cried out in horror.
In the camp of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge, many cultivators stirred.
Even those who had never seen Li Baxian on the Spirit Stream battlefield had heard of him, as he was ranked tenth on the Spirit Stream Ranking.
Being ranked tenth alone was not enough to incite fear; however, the fact that he had achieved this rank with the cultivation of Spirit Stream Level 8 was noteworthy.
The entire Spirit Stream Ranking lists only a hundred people, all of whom are Level 9 cultivators who have cultivated Heaven Rank techniques.
There is one exception, and that is Li Baxian, ranked tenth!
The exact number of Level 9 cultivators in the Spirit Stream battlefield is hard to estimate, as it attracts cultivators from all over the Nine Provinces, with people advancing to Level 9 and even breaking their limits to ascend to the Cloud River Realm every day, and so being killed in clashes.
It is safe to say that the number of Level 9 cultivators is constantly changing.
Nevertheless, there is always a total of ten thousand.
To be listed on the Spirit Stream Ranking, one must truly be among the elite of the elites.
Li Baxian's ranking at tenth with the cultivation of Spirit Stream Level 8 partly owes to him having fallen from Level 9, similar to the condition of Dong Shuye, whom Lu Ye had previously fought.
Before Feng Yuechan dominated the top of the Spirit Stream Ranking, he was the leader.
However, due to an accident that damaged his spiritual orifice, he fell a level in cultivation.
Another reason, and the main one, is that he is a sword cultivator!
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