Pei Ye watched silently. With his perception, he could clearly see a giant white crane on the field. It moved like a tiger among sheep—a flap of its wings, a grasp of its talons, a peck of its beak—indiscriminately sweeping away various True Intentions.
Remarkable indeed, Teacher. Had I not intervened, perhaps you really would have achieved it...
Pei Ye murmured, his expression suddenly turning eerie and ferocious.
But this isn’t what I want... Teacher!
With that, Pei Ye abruptly closed his eyes and spread his arms as if embracing the air.
Following this motion, translucent, ugly, and bizarre black moths darted out from within his body at astonishing speed.
These moths surged forward rapidly, fluttering toward the battlefield.
No one on the battlefield could perceive the existence of these moths.
As soon as the black moths landed on those attacking Master Liudao Yuan, they instantly and silently lted into their bodies.
Instantly, greater killing intent and rage surged in their eyes. Their auras seed to strengthen, and their attacks beca more ruthless, venomous, and frenzied.
Pei Ye stood high above, enveloped by countless black moths, with nurous strange energy currents swirling around him.
He watched the escalating battle as if observing a grand play he himself had set in motion and directed, now reaching its climax.
His expression was frenzied, the light in his eyes growing ever brighter, the smile on his face becoming increasingly exaggerated and unsettling.
Let this fire burn even fiercer...
The shadow that the rainy night fifteen years ago cast upon my heart—today, I will personally shatter and dispel it. This ti, no one... can stop !
"All dead?"
"Alright, I understand."
Lu Yuan ended his communication with Sakfu. His face remained calm, but his eyes grew increasingly icy.
"How long until we reach Disk City?"
Red Bear, beside him, had obviously sensed the shift in his mood. It’s like magma flowing beneath a thick layer of ice, Red Bear thought. Calm on the surface. But who knows when the terror beneath will suddenly erupt?
"Half an hour... oh no, twenty-five minutes!" Red Bear promptly and accurately reported.
"Can we go any faster?"
"Reporting to Sir... this is already the fastest."
"Are there any organization mbers nearby we can requisition?"
"We’ve arranged for the nearest mbers to head there, but their earliest arrival ti in Disk City... is about the sa as ours."
"What’s the situation there now?"
Red Bear’s voice faltered. He paused for a second, then, steeling himself, reported in a low voice, "Soone impersonating Master Liudao Yuan, the Sect Master of the Crane Sect, has brutally killed many disciples from various sects participating in the Martial Arts Tournant. The Crane Sect mbers... are now being besieged by dozens of other sects."
THUMP—THUMP—THUMP—
When Red Bear finished speaking, he imdiately felt the surrounding atmosphere beco incredibly oppressive.
He could clearly hear his own heart pounding and feel sweat trickling down the sides of his face.
Finally, the nearly palpable tension was broken by a calm voice.
"Show the live feed from the scene."
"Yes."
As if granted a pardon, Red Bear imdiately called up the real-ti footage from the scene and presented it to Lu Yuan.
He stepped aside, watching Lu Yuan’s expressionless face as he calmly reviewed the surveillance footage. A myriad of expressions played across Red Bear’s own face.
Unable to bear it any longer, Red Bear suddenly rushed into the cockpit, lowered his voice, and asked in an agitated, urgent tone, "Can’t we go any faster? Think of sothing!"
BOOM!
Master Liudao Yuan’s right hand ford a claw as he struck out horizontally with his palm.
His chanical prosthetic arm, more agile than flesh and blood, shot forward, driving straight toward the opponent before lightly striking their chest.
CRACK—
The opponent’s chest imdiately caved in, and they were sent flying backward like a cannonball.
After this strike, without a mont’s pause, he swiftly raised his hand to firmly catch an arm attacking from the side, which gripped half a broken blade.
In every breath, at least eight True Intention-level experts attacked him from eight different directions, almost simultaneously, aiming for eight different vital points.
Furthermore, at least half of these onslaughts flashed with the cold gleam of bladed weapons.
His opponents seed to have completely abandoned the principles and ethics upheld by Ancient Martial Artists; they simply wanted to kill him.
Master Liudao Yuan remained expressionless. In his hands, the martial techniques of the Heaven Water Crane Sect blood with unprecedented, dazzling brilliance.
Each move and stance was like a masterpiece of nature—ineffably subtle and fluid, even evoking a sense of transforming the mundane into the miraculous.
The ten-ter-tall white crane that had hovered above his head was gone, yet a thin, mysterious Power Field circulated around him.
Empowered by this Power Field, his attacks possessed astonishing lethality, far exceeding those of typical True Intention-level Fighters.
BANG—
With a casual punch, Master Liudao Yuan sent an old man—who wielded a two-handed blade, his face flushed red, his beard and hair bristling—flying. The man vomited blood and retreated violently.
The besiegers finally began to falter, expressions of clear shock and horror dawning on their faces.
"Damn it! This Poison Hand Crane Demon wasn’t this strong before the tournant started! It’s only been a few days. What kind of miracle elixir did he take? How did he suddenly reach this level?"
"Don’t tell he actually intends to use us all to achieve his breakthrough to Grandmaster today?"
"Pah!"
Suddenly, soone spat loudly and stepped out from the crowd, their expression ferocious.
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