Chapter 100

The formation flickered, and a person walked out!

Teng Huayuan was about to teleport, but suddenly he froze, staring at the figure. His anger flared up instantly; this person was not Wang Lin, but an early-stage Foundation Establishment disciple of the Wufeng Valley.

Teng Huayuan's face turned grim. He crushed over a dozen souls on the black flag with his right hand before stopping and falling silent.

The disciple, upon appearing, hurriedly ran to Teng Huayuan and the old man with the black face, kneeling down with a thud. His voice was filled with fear as he said, "Ancestor, they are all dead, even Senior Disciple Wang Peng. I was far away, so I managed to escape this disaster..."

The old man with the black face stared at the disciple and suddenly slapped his head, saying in a deep voice, "Since they are all dead, you should not have survived alone." As he finished speaking, the disciple's head shattered like a smashed watermelon.

A gentle breeze blew, and the smell of blood immediately spread. The cultivators from the small sects outside the valley who witnessed this all had strange expressions. Even the discussions about the Wufeng Valley suddenly stopped, and no one dared to talk about it anymore.

The surroundings instantly became quiet. At this moment, the formation flickered again.

This time, more people walked out, one after another. Teng Huayuan glanced over and found they were disciples of the Xuandao Sect, but he still stared intently.

Suddenly, Teng Huayuan's expression changed, and a killing intent surged on his face. He moved, instantly disappearing and reappearing next to a Xuandao Sect disciple. He snarled, "You finally came out!" As he spoke, he reached out with a large hand toward the head of a young man who had just walked out of the formation.

The young man's eyes flashed with cold light. The moment Teng Huayuan reached out, he disappeared, reappearing in mid-air. Immediately, several cries of surprise echoed around.

"It's him, he killed Senior Disciple Wang Peng."

"He stole our tokens, Ancestor, it's him!"

"I even saw him kill everyone in the Wufeng Valley."

All the disciples from the various sects who had come out of the valley immediately became agitated, shouting. Inside the valley, they had feared Wang Lin and endured for three months, but now, with their elders by their side, they all became bold.

Teng Huayuan did not expect the other party to be able to teleport. After a moment of shock, he was evaded, but then his face turned sinister, and he roared, "Wang Lin, I'll see where you run!"

At this moment, a scream came from the Huan Sect.

"All the tokens in the valley are in his hands; he has at least five!"

Upon hearing this, all the Zhao Kingdom cultivators outside the valley burst into a loud discussion, their eyes fixed on the young man in mid-air. Even Lin Yi showed interest, looking intently for a moment before revealing a surprised expression, then lightly laughing and shaking his head without a word.

"Everyone, this person killed my grandson and has an irreconcilable enmity with me, Teng Huayuan. Today, I will kill him, and I will not take any of his possessions. But if anyone obstructs me, don't blame me for turning against you," Teng Huayuan shouted fiercely.

At this, Lin Yi suddenly laughed, "Fine, Zhao Kingdom cultivators, do not interfere. I want to see if Teng Huayuan dares to kill him."

Lin Yi's words made everyone pause. Although they did not openly discuss it, they all had some guesses about the meaning of his words.

Teng Huayuan did not dare to be arrogant in front of Lin Yi, but he frowned, not quite understanding the meaning of Lin Yi's words.

Piao Nanzi's eyes flashed, and he looked at the young man in the sky with a strange expression, finding him increasingly familiar. However, after much thought, he could not figure out who the young man was. He was also puzzled by Lin Yi's words, thinking that the young man was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, so why would Teng Huayuan hesitate to act?

Not just him, almost all the Core Formation stage experts were equally puzzled.

At this moment, the young man in mid-air had a cold gaze. He showed no discomfort despite the attention of countless cultivators. He slightly raised his head, and a powerful aura descended from the sky. This aura was extremely strong, like the descent of heavenly authority. The young man's hair and clothes moved without wind, and a thread of spiritual energy emanated from his body.

The surrounding cultivators, especially the Core Formation stage experts of the orthodox and demonic sects, immediately showed expressions of shock and doubt. Even Teng Huayuan, who had been preparing to teleport, immediately stopped.

In their eyes, the young man's cultivation was rapidly ascending, something they had never seen in their lifetimes.

The young man's cultivation quickly rose from early-stage Foundation Establishment to mid-stage, then to late-stage, and immediately broke through Foundation Establishment, entering the Core Formation stage. It continued to rise, from early-stage Core Formation to mid-stage, and then to late-stage...

This was not the end. At late-stage Core Formation, an invisible ripple spread out from the young man, and a one-foot-tall Core Formation infant suddenly appeared above his head, retracting immediately after showing itself.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, and everyone stared in shock at the scene before them. They could not imagine that someone could ascend from early-stage Foundation Establishment to Core Formation stage right in front of them.

This was still not the end. The young man raised his hands, standing straight, and his cultivation continued to rise from early-stage Core Formation, eventually breaking through to mid-stage, where it finally stopped.

At this moment, the young man had an evil aura, his hair moving strangely. He pointed at Teng Huayuan with his right hand and said, word by word, "Do you dare to fight me?"

At this moment, the overwhelming aura the young man emitted made everyone see him as an absolute expert. Even the Core Formation stage experts were stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Lin Yi touched the fat on his chin, looking at the young man in mid-air with a half-smile, thinking to himself, "Who's little brat is playing in my territory? Holding a level-five cultivation nation's Huan Cheng's Qian Huan Bian, he must have a significant background. This kind of Qian Huan treasure is rare even in Huan Cheng, and it is divided into three levels, from Core Formation to Infant Transformation. The higher the level, the more noble the person's identity."

Teng Huayuan's face was quite awkward. He stared at the young man in mid-air and suddenly understood the meaning of Lin Yi's words. He moved, instantly appearing ten feet away, and said in a sinister voice, "Wang Lin, I don't believe you really have Core Formation stage cultivation. Otherwise, how could you enter the Jue Ming Valley? You should know that the formation of the Jue Ming Valley restricts entry to those below the Soul Transformation stage!"