The deaths of two powerful Cloud River Level 9 cultivators began to spread panic.
Mainly because Chu Yun and Zhou Pei had died too quickly, in front of Lu Ye, they seed to have no power to fight back at all.
This was undoubtedly a great shock to the many Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators who had pursued.
"What are you hesitating for, let's attack together and kill him!" Tan Sheng suddenly bellowed.
Lu Ye's performance was indeed shocking, and his growth in strength seed unbelievable, but after all, he was just one man—how much could he do alone?
He could kill a dozen people, but could he really kill dozens, or hundreds?
Even so, there were about two hundred Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators gathered here—they could grind him to death!
The saying 'two fists are no match for four hands' was exactly this situation.
The advantage in numbers was the greatest strength of the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge side.
It must be said that although the cultivation levels of these Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators were uneven and they hailed from all corners, they each had a fierce temperant.
So even though the scenes just now had shaken them, following Tan Sheng's words, many cultivators attacked together.
Having witnessed Lu Ye's slaying of Chu Yun with that saber strike, no one dared to approach him carelessly anymore—everyone mobilized their own weapon control or magic and spells to bombard Lu Ye.
Lu Ye's spirit force and blood Qi surged around him, intertwining into a solid defense, exuding a crimson color. At a glance, he seed to be ablaze.
Facing attacks from all directions, he focused on one and with a pair of fiery spirit force wings unfurled behind him, his figure flickered, charging in that direction.
Through thousands of troops, I shall forge ahead!
His bold and peerless montum subtly aligned with the essence of the Tyrannical Saber Technique, and though amidst fierce battle, Lu Ye still found profound insights flowing through his mind. There was no ti to ponder them, since in the midst of such a fray, there was no chance to focus on anything else.
As Lu Ye charged, the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators in this direction naturally scattered quickly; however, inevitably, so reacted too slowly and couldn't avoid him even as Lu Ye pounced nearby.
With a montum of fearless advance, the Boulder Mountain Saber cut a brilliant arc of light, and as the figure wielding it tore through the crowd on winged flight, blood splashed, screams rang out, and figures tumbled from the air.
With one slash, several perished; although the fallen few were not the highest in cultivation, to achieve such feats amidst such a situation showed the viciousness of this single strike.
It wasn't over yet. Lu Ye fixed his gaze on a fleeing Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivator, and his unard left hand suddenly reached out slowly.
In his palm, a condensed ball of fiery red spirit force was grasped.
That visible mass of spirit force writhed and shifted, and under his exquisite control, it was etched with intricate and complex runes, growing swiftly like bamboo after the rain, and in the blink of an eye, turned into a long whip.
The ntal-lashing Whip reappeared.
The whip lashed out, striking fiercely at the fleeing figure's back.
That one strike almost whipped the cultivator's psyche out of him, his wails of agony and bitter resentnt echoing simultaneously, his innermost being crying out, "Why !"
With so many fleeing in all directions, why was he the target?
And in that instant, when the ntal-lashing Whip struck him, he finally understood what Chu Yun had felt before, and why such a powerful Level 9 magic cultivator had been powerless to resist in front of Lu Ye.
Because with that whip strike, the spirit force within him scattered, almost causing him to lose control of his form.
He was given no ti to resist; the ntal-lashing Whip had already wrapped him up, immobilizing him on the spot. Lu Ye's figure streaked by, the Boulder Mountain Saber carving a fine arc as it passed, not bothering with him any longer.
Left behind, the man fell stiffly to the ground, his life force fading away.
Chasing after those Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators scattering in all directions, Lu Ye's ntal-lashing Whip continued to sweep out, each ti taking down more enemies. In a short ti, over a dozen more had been killed.
Among those of the sa realm, he killed enemies with the ease of chopping vegetables—sothing the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators once thought was an exaggeration, just rhetoric to describe soone's strength.
But today, they witnessed it with their own eyes.
Every single one of them was terrified!
In terms of speed, they were not as quick as Lu Ye, unable to escape, and moreover, Lu Ye could also bind his foes with the ntal-lashing Whip.
In the midst of fierce combat, a vigorous cultivator with abundant blood Qi saw an opportunity and shouldered his way, charging at Lu Ye from the flank.
Facing such a fierce enemy, only the physically powerful physique cultivators had the courage at such a mont.
This physique cultivator, who suddenly intervened, had been hiding in the crowd all along, low-key until this mont when he burst forth, exposing his cultivation to Lu Ye.
Cloud River Level 9!
It must be said, having such a physique cultivator stand up at this ti, gave all Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators a sense of relief and reassurance.
That physique cultivator held a spirit artifact big shield in one hand and in the other a spiritual artifact resembling a Wolf Fang Club, bolstered by his already burly figure, he exerted a trendous oppressive force.
At this mont, Lu Ye's ntal-lashing Whip was just wrapping up soone not far away, and seizing this chance, the physique cultivator struck while Lu Ye was preoccupied, pushing his spirit artifact big shield forward fiercely!
Like a mountain collapsing and the sea surging, it slamd heavily into Lu Ye.
Yet Lu Ye remained immovable, leaving the physique cultivator aghast. The mont his spirit artifact big shield struck, it didn't feel like hitting a person, but like crashing into an ancient tree rooted deep into the earth for a myriad of years.
Shocked, he raised his other hand high, slamming his spiritual artifact down toward Lu Ye's head and shouted, "Die!"
The smash ca like a mountain's crushing force, accompanied by the full burst of his strength, confident that no one of the sa realm could possibly withstand it.
Even if it didn't make Lu Yiye's head bloom, it would certainly leave him severely injured.
Once that happened, the people surrounding them would strike, and his death would be inevitable.
The nurous thoughts that flashed through his mind were suddenly overwheld by boundless terror, because in the face of his fierce strike, Lu Ye counterattacked with his saber without hesitation.
Striking later but arriving first...
The collision of their spiritual artifacts and spirit force erupted with a loud bang.
The mountainous force pressing down dissipated abruptly, and the Wolf Fang Club was steadfastly held off.
The physique cultivator's eyes shrank to the size of needlepoints, crying out involuntarily, "You..."
How can you, a combat cultivator, possibly possess such imnse strength?
Yet before he could finish, an even more formidable force burst forth.
As if an earth dragon had turned over, the overwhelming power ca surging from the front. The combat cultivator had no ti to react and was cleaved and sent flying.
Luckily, his spirit artifact big shield protected him in front; otherwise, that saber slash would've split him in two.
"Lu Yiye!" Xia Liang's roar resounded, his chilling Saber Intent sweeping across, saber light flickering, enveloping Lu Ye who stood his ground.
At the sa ti, Tan Sheng also joined the attack from the side.
Ever since Lu Ye began to fight, the two of them had been looking for an opportunity, but as Lu Ye was chasing down those Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators scattering in all directions, and they were in pursuit of Lu Ye, they found no chance to strike.
Only now, when a physique cultivator suddenly intervened and delayed Lu Ye for a mont, did they find their good chance to strike.
Especially since Lu Ye was now with his back toward them, even though Xia Liang didn't want to take advantage of soone in peril, the fact that it was Lu Yiye ant there was nothing to hesitate about.
As the spontaneously appeared Defense Spirit Runes were shattered by his slash, he watched helplessly as Tan Sheng, who ca charging over, was sent flying back even faster than he had arrived.
Before he could truly harm Lu Ye, Lu Ye suddenly turned around and countered with a slash of his saber.
Xia Liang's mind flashed a warning, and he instinctively raised his saber to block.
With a deafening boom...
As if struck by a teorite, Xia Liang turned into a streak of light, plunging straight toward the ground, creating a crater upon impact.
Struggling to his feet, he felt blood Qi churning in his chest and a tallic taste in his mouth.
So strong!
Xia Liang's eyes trembled violently. When he realized that Lu Ye had reached Cloud River Level 8, he was prepared ntally not to be his opponent.
But only by truly facing him could one comprehend his terror and might.
Compared to before, when he along with Tan Sheng, Chu Yun, and Zhou Pey together had managed to strike Lu Ye into the forbidden land outside the Hundred Arrays Pagoda, the current Lu Ye seed to have undergone a transformation.
What was even more horrifying and distressing for him was that after repelling him, Lu Ye chose not to pursue but to attack where the crowd was thickest...
It seed to imply that he, who once had chased Lu Ye all over the mountains and fields, was no longer worthy of being his opponent.
"Damn it!" Xia Liang nearly crushed his back teeth in anger, barely managing to calm the blood Qi in his chest before soaring into the sky again.
As the Core Disciple of this generation from the Mad Saber Sect, bearing the responsibility to shine for his sect, when had he ever been underestimated and scorned like this?
On the other side, Tan Sheng was feeling the sa and made the sa choice as Xia Liang.
The cultivators of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge were in a terrible plight. At this mont, the battlefield seed as though they were surrounding and killing Lu Ye, but in reality, it was more like an ancient ferocious beast taking from them at will. Wherever Lu Ye pounced, he brought the stench of death.
Severed heads and limbs chopped off by his long saber kept falling from the sky.
Of the over two hundred who had chased him from Heaven's Augury City, only a little more than one hundred remained, with a casualty rate of around forty percent.
"Hang in there, he's almost done!" Amidst the despair, soone bellowed, trying to bolster morale.
In such a chaotic battle, even with Defense Spirit Runes shielding him, Lu Ye couldn't possibly remain unhard. Until now, his clothes were soaked red with blood, so his own, so his enemy's.
The upper part of his clothing was nearly torn into ribbons, just hanging off his body. Through the tattered gaps, one could vaguely make out the wounds on his body.
This was also why, despite Lu Ye's ferocious behavior and the multitude of enemies he had killed, the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators still hadn't retreated.
Lu Ye's strength was indeed terrifying, but there are limits to human endurance. Having sustained so many injuries, he must be at the end of his strength.
If they gave up now, all their previous efforts would be wasted!
The battle had co this far, and even if it wasn't for the gargantuan reward, even if they had no prior grudges with Lu Ye, they wished to witness the outco with their own eyes.
An outco everyone anticipated, the fall of a genius!
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