Chapter 88

After Zhang Yan rushed out of the range enveloped by the cloud and mist, he retracted the "Zai He Qi Chun Zao" from his head, attached the Xuan Guang seed to the sword pill, and with a flash of light, he darted out, returning to the sky above.

He stopped, flicked his sleeve, and the Heart-Crashing Hammer flew towards the cultivator holding the Cloud-Filling Basin, smashing down on him.

The cultivator had not expected that Zhang Yan, who was just surrounded, would suddenly appear before him in the blink of an eye. Seeing a large hammer emitting red light flying towards him, he immediately knew it was a magical treasure. With no time to dodge, he hurriedly raised the Cloud-Filling Basin to block it.

With a "clang," a powerful force came, and he could no longer hold the Cloud-Filling Basin, which flew out of his hand.

A flash of light appeared in Zhang Yan's eyes, and he pointed forward with his fingers. The Starry Sword Pill followed closely, rushing towards the cultivator.

Seeing this, the cultivator cried out in terror, "Senior Brother..."

Before he could finish his words, a blue light flashed past his neck, and his head was severed from his body, falling from the sky.

Zhang Yan flew past the cultivator's corpse, waved his sleeve to disperse the primordial spirit, and then reached out to catch the fallen Cloud-Filling Basin, tossing it into his Qiankun pouch. He said calmly, "Your Senior Brother can hardly save himself, how can he save you?"

After speaking, he slowly raised his head to look up.

Despite his calm expression, Han Quande, who was above, felt a chill in his heart, and even the hand holding the Zixing Heyue Luo trembled slightly.

The battle with Zhang Yan had not lasted even a moment, yet two of their side had already fallen. Knowing the situation was dire, he immediately decided to retreat. He waved the sash, releasing a brilliant cloud of mist as a cover, turned around, and ran.

Zhang Yan watched his back, a mocking smile appearing on his lips. He reached out, and the Wind-Thunder Fork, which had fallen to the ground, was drawn into his hand and tossed into his sleeve pouch. Then he mounted the light and pursued.

His speed was extremely fast, and in just a few breaths, he caught up.

Han Quande secretly cursed, finding it most troublesome to fight against a cultivator using a sword pill. Such cultivators, with a good sword pill, could move swiftly, coming and going as they pleased, while he could easily lose his life with just a slight misstep.

Knowing the severity of the situation, how could he dare to turn his back on Zhang Yan? He hastily stopped, frantically waving the sash, generating a series of colorful clouds to protect himself. At this point, he only sought to survive, not to achieve any victory.

Zhang Yan approached, retracted the sword light, and revealed his form. Seeing the situation, he coldly smiled, cast a spell, and the Starry Sword Pill leaped into the air, slashing down from above, while the Ruyi Divine Dart circled around and rushed towards Han Quande's back.

After several battles, the coordination between these two items in his hands had become extremely proficient, allowing him to attack from various angles.

For a moment, a green and a blue light circled around Han Quande, forcing him to use all his strength to drive the Zixing Heyue Luo to defend.

However, although he looked extremely flustered, neither the Ruyi Divine Dart nor the Starry Sword Pill could cut through the cloud-like sash. When they touched it, they were either gently deflected or slowed down.

Han Quande shouted in the mist, "Zhang Yan, we have no enmity, why must you relentlessly pursue me? If you let me go, I will remember your kindness and repay you in the future. Otherwise, I will accompany you to the end, and see what you can do to me!"

Zhang Yan laughed, "Do you think I am powerless against you?"

He summoned the Ruyi Divine Dart back, and then sacrificed the "Zai He Qi Chun Zao" on his head. Instantly, a beam of light descended, enveloping his body. He then stepped forward and charged into the thick mist.

With a "boom," the mist scattered, and Han Quande's face, filled with terror, was revealed. Before he could react, a blue light flashed, and with a "swoosh," his head flew high, and he died on the spot.

Zhang Yan waved his hand, and the Starry Sword Pill followed, slicing through Han Quande's primordial spirit and corpse, reducing them to dust.

He cast a spell, recalled the sword pill, and saw the Zixing Heyue Luo slowly falling from the sky. He took a few steps forward, caught it in his hand, examined it closely, and thought, "This item is suitable for female cultivators. I have many magical treasures now, so I might as well take it back and give it to Daoist Luo."

At this moment, he sensed something and looked into the distance. There seemed to be a flash of light, indicating that a cultivator was riding a flying boat or similar magical tool heading this way.

His expression changed slightly, and he thought, "I might as well see who it is before making a decision."

He pressed down the cloud, looked around, and saw a pile of rocks not far ahead. His eyes lit up, and he took a few steps forward to hide.

Not long after, a flying boat arrived overhead, with two disciples of the Blood Soul Sect standing on it.

One of them exclaimed, "Just now, I saw a treasure light rise here, and faint sounds of battle. Why is there nothing when we get close?"

The other observed the surroundings, sniffed the air, and said solemnly, "The spiritual energy here is chaotic, and there is a lot of blood, indicating that a battle took place. They might not have gone far."

As they spoke, a dull sound came from the sky. They turned to see a bright crimson blood cloud rising in the distance, like a sunset, illuminating half the sky, extremely eye-catching.

The first person exclaimed, "It's the Blood Soul Sect's signal cloud! It must be that a Senior Brother has intercepted a disciple of the Mingzang Sect and is calling us for help."

The other person, excited, said, "They even used the signal cloud, which means they caught a big fish. Good! If we can eliminate all the Mingzang Sect disciples here, we won't have to search everywhere else."

"Exactly, let's go!"

The two steered the flying boat and turned towards the red light, quickly disappearing from sight.

Seeing them leave, Zhang Yan came out from his hiding place. He looked at the intense blood-colored sky in the distance, his face thoughtful. After a moment, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to sacrifice the sword pill. With a flash of light, he flew towards the same direction.

His speed was extremely fast, and in about half an hour, he saw figures moving in the sky ahead, with blood light flying.

He cautiously approached, found a high place to hide, and looked into the scene. He discovered that eight Blood Soul Sect disciples were surrounding a group of five people, including Fang Zhen, and both sides were in a standoff.

Although the Blood Soul Sect disciples had the numerical advantage, they only released their blood souls to circle around, not eager to attack. Soon, more people appeared, and the number quickly exceeded ten.

After the signal cloud was released, their fellow disciples from various places were rushing here.

Feng Ming, seeing more and more Blood Soul Sect disciples, looked anxious and said, "Senior Brother Fang, can we attack now?"

Fang Zhen, however, looked relaxed and said, "Why the rush? Wait a bit longer. When more Blood Soul Sect disciples arrive, we can kill them all at once."

Feng Ming worried, "I'm afraid Senior Brothers Xie and the others won't hold out."

Fang Zhen glanced at him, displeased, and said, "Xie Zongyuan is a Xie family disciple and naturally has ways to save himself. Why do you need to worry? Besides, our plan is for them to draw away the Xuan Guang cultivator, while we kill the remaining Blood Soul Sect disciples. If there are too few, our plan will fail. You just guard well, and when we kill more of these evil cultivators, I'll recommend you to our master for merit."

Feng Ming hesitated and said, "Senior Brother Fang, we are all in the Demon Hole, sharing the same fate. We are all disciples of the same sect, and we shouldn't be petty here. If we don't act soon, the Xuan Guang cultivator of the Blood Soul Sect might leave Xie Senior Brother and come here, and we won't be able to escape."

Fang Zhen snorted but seemed to have listened to Feng Ming. He took out a three-foot golden ring, smiled coldly, and threw it at a Blood Soul Sect disciple holding a long banner.

The Blood Soul Sect disciple immediately tried to block it with his banner, but someone nearby shouted, "Don't!"

Before the disciple could react, a purple-flamed figure suddenly appeared from the golden ring, pounced on him, and wrapped him in flames. It spun on the spot and exploded, turning the disciple into ashes before he could even scream.

Fang Zhen sneered and summoned the golden ring back.

A Blood Soul Sect disciple shouted, "Be careful, Senior Brothers! This is the Five Fire Divine Weapon Ring, which specifically counters yin and evil things. Our master's blood soul was once defeated by this person."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Blood Soul Sect disciples all took a few steps back, spreading out in a circle, clearly wary of the magical treasure.

Fang Zhen's face showed a mocking smile, and he laughed, "Since you know my treasure is powerful, why don't you just die obediently?"

He picked up the golden ring and threw it at another Blood Soul Sect disciple.

At this moment, a red light suddenly flew from the distance, blocking the path of the Five Fire Divine Weapon Ring. With a "clang," the golden ring was deflected back.

Fang Zhen was startled and looked up to see a cultivator in blood-red clothes standing in the middle of the scene. The cultivator had disheveled hair, a handsome face, but a hooked nose and a dark, bloodless complexion.

Seeing him, the Blood Soul Sect disciples all knelt down, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Master!"

Zhang Yan, watching from a distance, was startled. Could this be the Core Formation cultivator? But upon closer inspection, he realized that although the cultivator looked like a normal person, his body was unstable, like a spirit. He immediately felt relieved.

Fang Zhen's face also changed, but after a few moments, he laughed wildly, "I thought it was someone else, but it's just a shadow blood soul. If your true body were here, I would be doomed. But now, you can't scare me. What, did you forget the last time you suffered?"

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