Chapter 94

That man was taken aback, smiled bitterly, and shook his head, clearly thinking that Wang Lin was unwilling to tell the truth. He patted his storage bag and threw out a token, then turned around and loudly said, "The Ethereal Sect gives up its qualification outside the domain. On the day the valley opens, we will leave this place." After saying that, he led a group of cultivators and quickly flew southwest, gradually disappearing without a trace.

With someone taking the lead, the other few sects that had lost their tokens also came forward, explained clearly, and opened all their disciples' storage bags to show that there were no extra tokens. Then, the three sects left.

The Huan Sect was the last sect to hold a token. The leading female disciple hesitated for a moment and did not hand it over. Instead, she looked at the other sect remaining in the area, the Wufeng Valley.

The leader of the Wufeng Valley was an old man nearing his seventies. This old man had sharp eyes and his cultivation had already reached the False Core stage. With just a few years of seclusion and cultivation, he might have a chance to form a Core.

He stared at Wang Lin and sneered, "Little brat, I must thank you for helping me gather all the tokens. Leave the token, and you can scram."

The leading disciple of the Huan Sect immediately relaxed her frown. After whispering a few words to the people around her, the more than ten people in the sect, both men and women, slowly retreated.

Wang Lin glanced at them and finally focused his gaze on the arrogant old man. Without a word, he patted his storage bag, and instantly a green grain of rice floated in the air.

The old man's face showed a look of disdain. He believed that Wang Lin had cleanly and swiftly killed several people earlier, and he could do the same. In his eyes, Wang Lin must have hidden his true strength, but at most, he was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage. He thought his cultivation was on par with the other party, and with the Wufeng Valley's treasure, the Heavenly Thunder Wind Fire Umbrella, in his hand, he was sure of victory.

Seeing the other party take out a seemingly insignificant small light point, the old man sneered and shouted to his fellow disciples behind him, "You all step back and watch how I eliminate this arrogant brat."

With that, he flipped his right hand, and instantly a three-inch small umbrella began to spin in his hand. The small umbrella was adorned with numerous golden flame patterns, looking quite beautiful.

The other disciples of the Wufeng Valley, upon hearing the old man's words and seeing the umbrella, immediately changed their expressions and involuntarily retreated several steps. Some even retreated over ten zhang, finally showing a relieved look.

Wang Lin moved, grabbed Li Shan, who was standing there with his mouth agape, and quickly retreated. As he retreated, he used the Gravity Technique with his right hand to control the green grain of rice, directing it to collide with the old man's position.

The old man's face showed a look of disdain. He patted the small umbrella, and instantly it opened with a swish. A beam of golden light shot out from the umbrella the moment it opened.

Suddenly, a strange wind appeared, swirling around the umbrella. Then, the golden flames painted on the umbrella seemed to come to life, detaching from the umbrella and instantly making the surroundings scorching hot.

At that moment, the green grain of rice collided with the outermost strange wind of the small umbrella, followed by a wave of golden flames that instantly enveloped the green grain of rice.

Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged, and he did not stop moving. He silently thought, "Explode!"

In the midst of the strange wind and golden flames, a green light appeared, instantly becoming dazzling. At its brightest, it exploded with a bang, forming a deep blue ring-shaped shockwave that surged outward like a rising tidal wave.

This scene was like a thousand horses galloping. In the blink of an eye, the ring-shaped shockwave had already pushed out over three hundred zhang.

Wind, which is usually formless, now transformed into blue crystals falling from the sky. Then, the golden flames, which had not yet extinguished, were frozen. Upon closer inspection, the golden flames within the blue crystals seemed to still be burning.

As for the Wufeng Valley's treasure, the Heavenly Thunder Wind Fire Umbrella, it immediately remained half-open, covered by a layer of blue ice crystals.

The Wufeng Valley's False Core cultivator had no time to react. His face still maintained a look of smugness and disdain, frozen into a statue by the blue-tinged ice crystals.

Behind him, the seventeen disciples of the Wufeng Valley, even the one who had run the farthest, could not escape this disaster and were all turned into crystal statues.

Within a radius of three hundred zhang, there was not a single living being. All life forms with any trace of vitality were extinguished. This place became a forbidden zone for life.

Li Shan's mind was blank, staring at the scene before him, utterly shocked. His mouth opened, but he could not utter a word for a long time. However, his gaze towards Wang Lin became respectful.

The Huan Sect had retreated in time, avoiding this disaster. But at this moment, they were five hundred zhang away, staring in shock, not daring to move an inch, as Wang Lin's cold gaze was fixed on them.

The Wufeng Valley disciples had bizarrely turned into ice crystals right before their eyes, a scene filled with visual shock. The leading female disciple of the Huan Sect, pale and bloodless, took out the qualification token and carefully placed it on the ground. Wang Lin suddenly said in a deep voice, "How many tokens are there in total?"

The female disciple's body trembled, suppressing her fear, and stammered, "There are seven in total."

Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged, and he silently calculated. He now had four tokens, including the one from the Huan Sect, and he needed three more to complete the set.

Before coming to the Jue Ming Valley, Ye Zizai had mentioned that the qualification competition within the Jue Ming Valley involved seizing the other party's tokens. Based on this analysis, and the brief introduction given by Situ Nan when he awoke, Wang Lin had a vague idea. He looked at the female disciple and suddenly said,

"How many qualifications are there to enter the external battlefield?"

The woman was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, but as soon as she saw the cold light in Wang Lin's eyes, she shivered and quickly said, "Three, only three slots." After saying that, she worried that her explanation was not detailed enough and might provoke the other party's killing intent, so she hurriedly added, "There are seven tokens in total, but when the passage to the external battlefield opens, if more than three tokens have not been destroyed, then the qualification for Zhao Kingdom to enter the external battlefield will be revoked."

Wang Lin looked at her, and the female disciple immediately felt a chill, hurriedly saying, "Fellow Daoist, I... I know the whereabouts of one of the remaining three tokens. If you let me go, I will tell you everything."