With the icy gaze of the lady dressed in palace attire, the shadow of the Four-tailed White Fox behind her let out a long howl. Its massive body leaped forward, displaying its most powerful form, with sharp fangs and a giant mouth ready to bite the middle-aged cultivator.
"Didn't you hear? My big baby has already spoken. Since that's the case, I'll show so rcy and send you to your death!"
The Black Mountain Monarch smashed the void with one step, launching his body like a cannonball towards the middle-aged cultivator.
His fist resembled the most terrifying weapon, breaking through the air with force. The montum generated by his punch was like a tidal wave crashing down.
Compared to human cultivators, these Great Demons who have reached a transford state are most formidable with their physical bodies.
Especially predators like the Black Tiger, whose natural species foundation is extrely robust. As his cultivation realm improved, his bloodline underwent transformation and refinent, strengthening his body to an exceptional degree.
Even ordinary magical artifacts find it challenging to inflict any significant damage on their bodies.
The magic combat of Purple Mansion Stage cultivators is terrifying, described as blow for blow. A common Foundation Establishnt Stage being caught in between would be injured if grazed and would die if hit, without even the qualification to intervene.
In no ti, under the joint attack of the two Great Demon Beasts, the middle-aged cultivator from the Nine Yin Hall was also struggling desperately to save his life.
Furthermore, the Black Tiger itself is a peculiarity from the mountains, with a stroke of luck achieving the Dao, making its strength far superior to ordinary transford Great Demons, with innate racial talents as well.
At this mont, the Black Mountain Monarch released a mass of black fog from his body. From the surging black fog, one Chong Ghost after another erged, lunging towards the city.
In the already chaotic Yanyin City, the scene imdiately divided into various battlefields.
The sounds of slaughter were deafening, turning the whole city into a boiling pot of hot water. All the cultivators were thrown into disarray, only thinking of escaping. The city law enforcent team was already unable to suppress the chaos.
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The situation on Zheng Yi's side was comparatively better. Although the surroundings were extrely chaotic, he was a Foundation Establishnt cultivator, and his strength was not to be underestimated. Just a slight release of his aura made others avoid him like the plague.
In such tis, what needed to be guarded against wasn't just the attacks from Great Demons; the real threat from the sky ca from the ill intentions of fellow beings right next to him.
Demon cultivators are not rely a simple term. According to Zheng Yi's understanding, they belong to the lawful evil faction.
Many demon cultivators' minds are fickle. Once without constraints, their true nature is exposed. Many seize the chaos, exploiting the disorder in Yanyin City, committing murder and robbery, acting as vile Tribulation Cultivators, killing and setting fires, causing bigger unrest and chaos.
Therefore, sensing the aura on Zheng Yi, many chose to avoid him, fearing he might suddenly attack since, at tis like these, calling neither heaven nor earth would answer.
But Zheng Yi had no such plans. He furrowed his brows, pondering how to quickly escape Yanyin City.
The way things developed was unexpected. Although taking action now could yield substantial benefits, who knows if Nine Yin Hall didn't have other arrangents? If targeted by a Purple Mansion Stage cultivator, he wasn't confident of escaping unhard.
Treasures are certainly desirable, but compared to life and death, Zheng Yi preferred to be cautious. His life was precious.
Choosing a direction, Zheng Yi saw that the battle in the sky between the Purple Mansion Stage cultivator and the two transford Great Demons was drawing further away, and he stealthily slipped away.
But at that instant, he sensed a significant threat. With pupils tightened, his body made a sudden turn in mid-air, gliding as if without force, like a giant swan.
A massive, sharp sword light brushed by his ear, flying afar, fiercely cleaving at the neck of a High Tier Qi Cultivator.
The High Tier Qi Cultivator couldn't even react, his eyes surging with blood, and his head flew skyward, with his neck gushing blood, standing straight without collapsing.
Suddenly, a piercing scream ca from the auction site.
"Brothers, if we don't make a move now, then when?!"
Dozens of figures suddenly erupted, with even more following suit, and it's unknown who was a Tribulation Cultivator or who was just taking advantage of the chaos?
Soon, countless sword Qi soared into the sky, densely packed like invisible threads, spreading everywhere, like a giant intricate spider web, slicing and dismbering everything it passed.
The auctioneer's face was aghast, hurriedly releasing a funnel-shaped defensive artifact, yet he didn't have ti to activate it.
From behind, the sound of sword Qi piercing flesh rang. He turned back with difficulty only to see a traitor among the guard team, stabbing him lethally with one sword.
The auctioneer wanted to turn his head, his lips trembled, wanting to say sothing, but the sky-filling sword web enveloped him. In an instant, blood gushed out, leaving only a pile of flesh, not even a whole corpse.
Zheng Yi abruptly turned back, just in ti to see a bearded man leap onto the auction stage, slaying the approaching enforcent team with one sword, then rushing towards the backyard.
Zheng Yi's eyes were cold and dark; it was this guy just now, nearly hitting him with a sword.
Even though it was incidental and not targeting him, if he died, the other party probably wouldn't mind.
After that, more and more people followed suit, probably numbering over a hundred. Not all were Tribulation Cultivators, but they had joined in without caring, opportunistically assuming roles.
The Yanyin City auction, known worldwide, was particularly grand today with an array of treasures dazzling to the eye. Just grabbing one or two would be enough for a lifeti. What demon cultivator wouldn't be tempted?
With such an excellent opportunity, having authentic Tribulation Cultivators and transford Great Demons take the bla, why not act quickly? What was there to wait for?
Many guests at the auction stopped pretending, their expressions turned excited. Among them were not a few Foundation Establishnt cultivators, one after another, covering their faces with treasures and indulging in rampant killing and arson.
Zheng Yi paid no attention to others' actions. The bigger the reward, the greater the risk. He didn't need to think about it; as a Treasure Basin under the Nine Yin Hall, the money-bag, how could it lack fail-safe preparations?
These people were incited as tools. It seed that many hands lighten the work, but when misfortune struck, the severity would be apparent. Whether it was greed or folly, who knew?
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