"Go!"
The figure in the bamboo hat had appeared strangely, but the tall, sturdy Male Cultivator had no ti to think. He ford a hand seal with one hand and pointed at the mysteriously appeared Lin Changheng in the distance, sending the yellow cloth bag flying through the air.
"WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!"
This yellow bag was clearly no ordinary Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact. As it flew, its body undulated and pulsed, spewing out fine yellow sand.
Within two breaths, the area within a five-zhang radius was filled with yellow dust, and a sandstorm rolled forth. The air beca thick with the heavy, earthy sll of soil as it swept toward Lin Changheng.
As it drew closer, Lin Changheng felt his eyes sting and his breathing beco difficult, as if sand was grinding in his eyes and pouring into his nose.
It was incredibly uncomfortable.
He reacted almost instantaneously!
With a flick of his fingers, he sent three Middle Grade Talismans flying.
"BUZZ! BUZZ!"
One Middle Grade Golden Light Talisman landed on him, instantly creating a golden barrier that enveloped him completely, providing tight protection.
The other two were Middle Grade Cold Wind Talismans, which shot directly toward the oncoming tide of yellow sand.
They exploded mid-air.
Two plus of bone-chillingly cold wind ford on the spot, converging into one before rushing toward the sand with a WHOOSH.
"CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE..."
The wind was extrely cold, instantly freezing the front wave of the encroaching sand and temporarily halting its advance.
"Hmph! A futile effort!"
The tall, sturdy Male Cultivator watched from behind, his eyes burning with greed. He recognized that the talismans flying out were all Middle Grade Talismans—no, they were basically shiny Spirit Stones!
Four of them used in such a short ti!
But instead of being alard, he was delighted. He thought he’d run into a rich, juicy target! He imdiately increased the flow of his Magical Power, and the yellow bag swelled by another thirty percent. With a HOWL, sand spewed from its mouth even more frantically.
At the sa ti, the sound of cracking ice could be heard. The barrier created by the cold wind clearly wouldn’t last more than a few breaths.
Sure enough, the cold wind barrier was quickly broken through. The next mont, a small tornado of sand had already enveloped the seemingly stunned Lin Changheng.
"Hmph! Besides having a few more Talismans, your other skills are diocre. You’re a dead man!"
The tall, sturdy Male Cultivator sneered, continuing to channel his Magical Power into the sand!
He held nothing back! No more wasted words!
He went straight for the kill!
In his mind, he was already waiting for a corpse to appear, its flesh ground away and its mouth and nose filled with sand. Anyone caught by his Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact, the Sinking Sand Bag, would suffer—even a Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer Cultivator.
They’d be lucky to escape without losing a layer of skin!
Let alone a re Fifth Layer Qi Cultivation nobody?
The battle ended so quickly that his two Tribulation Cultivator brothers, who were circling around to flank, were still on their way and hadn’t even gotten into position.
’I’m just too strong!’
However, in the next instant, before the sneer could fade from the tall, sturdy Male Cultivator’s lips, a bone-chilling cold suddenly ca from behind him—
"WHOOSH!"
Its sound masked by the raging sandstorm, a blast of frigid wind had already swept over him, engulfing the tall, sturdy Male Cultivator before he could even react!
It was another Middle Grade Cold Wind Talisman!
The Magical Power Shield he had just raised was instantly invaded and penetrated. His body was imdiately covered in a thick layer of frost, with biting ice crystals spreading across his face and neck!
"You... how is this possible?!"
The tall, sturdy Male Cultivator’s eyes widened in mortal terror. He couldn’t comprehend how the rich target in the bamboo hat, who was clearly trapped by the Sinking Sand Bag, had managed to escape!
And why had he suddenly appeared behind him!
But no one was there to answer his questions. He was blown to pieces by an absurdly fast Fire Bomb Skill that followed imdiately after!
Sparks flew and flesh sizzled!
At this mont, Lin Changheng appeared like a phantom behind the tall, sturdy Male Cultivator. He expressionlessly released the hand seal, a faint Earth Elent fluctuation slowly dissipating from his body.
Earth Escape Technique: Tongming!
"Idiot. Who told you... that all I can do is use Talismans?"
He glanced coldly at the charred remains on the ground. The Sinking Sand Bag, now disconnected from its master’s control and no longer powered by Magical Power, dropped to the ground as the sand within it dispersed.
This ti, Lin Changheng was just testing his skills. He didn’t use brute force, but instead used the Earth Escape Technique to reposition himself while the swirling sand obscured his enemy’s vision. Then, seeing his chance, he struck with lightning speed. There was no hesitation, no blockage—his attacks flowed seamlessly.
A direct kill!
Not far away, the short and the skinny Tribulation Cultivators, who had been slowly flanking, arrived just in ti to see their big brother explode like a firework. Their expressions changed drastically.
"Big Brother!!"
"Not good! We’ve kicked an iron plate!"
The two of them, on the left and right, exchanged a glance from afar and, without a mont’s hesitation, turned to flee—
Their big brother, a Sixth Layer Qi Cultivation Cultivator, was dead. The loyalty they had previously flaunted vanished in an instant, like air from a punctured ball.
’To kill a Sixth Layer Qi Cultivation Cultivator so cleanly, this person must be an old monster at the Late Stage of Qi Cultivation! He can even hide from my Minor Achievent Qi Observation Skill. How insidious!’
Their chances of turning the tables were extrely low, while their chances of being killed were extrely high, so they split up and fled.
At least one of them had to survive to fight another day.
But how could Lin Changheng give them that chance?
"Since you’re here, don’t even think about leaving."
A soft voice drifted out. With a wave of his sleeve, a Magical Bamboo Whip hidden within shot out toward the left, aiming to cut off the short Male Cultivator’s escape!
At the sa ti, he opened his palm, and a dark gray Flying Knife Spiritual Artifact, the Wandering Bee Blade, appeared. Empowered by Magical Power, it trembled, cut through the air, and shot out in pursuit to the right.
A Middle Stage Qi Cultivation Cultivator can control two Lower Grade Spiritual Artifacts, or one Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact. This was a perfect match.
The Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact, the Jade Bamboo Whip, could be used for Entanglent to trap enemies, but it could also be used to kill. The curved bamboo whip was Spiritual, growing barbs mid-flight. Moving with the speed of a thunderclap, it flew toward the short Male Cultivator’s side and rcilessly tried to coil around him.
If it managed to wrap around him, his flesh would be torn open, and he would be left a bloody ss.
"A Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact?"
The short Male Cultivator felt a slight sense of relief. He imdiately summoned his own Lower Grade Iron Sword Spiritual Artifact to counter it, but doing so brought his flight to a near standstill.
But in the next instant, a terrifying wave of heat rolled in from the side, making the hair on his body stand on end.
"How is that possible?!"
He whipped his head around, his pupils reflecting a massive Fireball with a radius of three chi. Its crimson tail traced a scorching path through the Void as it descended with the force of a teor from beyond the heavens!
"Is that the Fire Bomb Skill? How can it be so huge?"
And it was true. The Fireball before him was more than ten tis larger than a conventional Fire Bomb Skill, and several tis faster.
It was beyond conventional understanding.
"BOOM!"
The terrifying heatwave hit first. The short Male Cultivator was decisive; his Iron Sword Spiritual Artifact imdiately disengaged to block the attack. However, it began to glow red, its blade SIZZLING as if unable to withstand the intense heat.
"No—!"
The short Male Cultivator felt a regret he had never known before, but he still hastily ford a hand seal. A Jade Pendant at his waist chid and transford into a pale blue shield of light.
However, the mont the Fireball made contact with the shield—
"CRACK!"
The shield shattered like paper, and the searing flas completely devoured him. In the last mont of his life, he vaguely heard his companion’s horrified and desperate cry:
"Second Brother!"
But it made no difference. In the blazing inferno, the short Male Cultivator’s body carbonized at a visible rate, finally turning into a blackened skeleton that CLATTERED to the ground in a heap.
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