Outside Danxia Peak, a fierce battle erupted suddenly, without any warning.
Xing Zonghan of Heavenly Saber Peak!
Ying Yang of Heavenly Eagle Peak!
"It's you!"
"Pay with your life for the hundreds of departed souls of my Xing family!"
"Splendid. It saves me the trouble of tracking you down."
When mortal enemies cross paths, their eyes turn blood-red.
Without wasting a single word on pleasantries, the two immediately clashed.
The spiritual power fluctuations of early Foundation Establishment trembled violently, pressing down until total silence fell over the Luotian Association.
A Daoist nun frowned. "Why is Xing Zonghan here at Danxia Peak?"
"Fellow Daoist Miaoyu, that does not seem to be what you should be worrying about right now," Lu Rong said blandly, his eyes fixed on the distant mountain. He could sense a pair of cold, sharp eyes staring intently at him from across the distance.
Fairy Miaoyu of Yuzhen Daoist Temple regained her composure.
"Indeed. Though I do not know how the news leaked, having Ying Yang tie down Xing Zonghan makes it all the better for the two of us to head into the mountain and plunder it clean.
"There is merely a cultivator of the first layer of Foundation Establishment on that mountain. He cannot stop the two of us."
With those words, her figure flickered as she took the lead and flew toward Danxia Peak.
Yet halfway there, she realized Lu Rong still stood behind, completely motionless.
*What is he doing?*
Just as the doubt crossed her mind, her expression shifted drastically.
Rolling, surging waves came crashing out of Danxia Peak.
Amidst the billows, a faint glint of dark light suddenly vanished from sight.
Fairy Miaoyu cursed inwardly. The horsetail whisk in her hand unfurled into three thousand white strands, jabbing rapidly into empty space like a bristling hedgehog.
Piercing screeches rang out with every thrust of the whisk's fibers.
*Chii! Chi! Chi!*
Only when a blue flying sword emerged from the void did Miaoyu finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"What a vicious ambush. I nearly fell for it."
In that brief moment of relief, she suddenly realized something was amiss.
Where had the waves gone?
In the next instant!
The massive waves rolling out from Danxia Peak came crashing down with a thunderous roar.
She hastily deployed a defensive magical tool.
Yet beneath wave after crashing wave, she was battered backward like helpless duckweed.
Great mouthfuls of blood sprayed from her lips.
*Whoosh!*
The superior-grade magical tool Heluo Sword flew back into a man's hand.
Duan Feng stepped out atop the waves, his gaze chillingly cold. Glancing at the motionless Lu Rong, he took off in pursuit of Miaoyu to finish her off.
Lu Rong watched the scene unfold with his own eyes, completely unmoved.
Only two words slipped past his lips.
"Fool."
Clearly, the Luotian Association had prepared well in advance.
Between that earlier arrow and Xing Zonghan's sudden appearance, it was evident Luo Chen had anticipated that someone might come to raid Danxia Peak.
Under such circumstances, that loose woman Miaoyu had actually dared to charge straight in without a second thought.
He had never seen such a stupid Foundation Establishment True Cultivator!
"I wonder if those words are meant for others, or for yourself?"
One moment the voice sounded far away, and the next it seemed right beside his ear.
Lu Rong remained composed, casting his gaze into the air.
A figure was flying down from Danxia Peak, lunging straight toward him.
"You must be the Luotian Association's legendary former Master of the Battle Hall!
"They say you killed a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator the moment you arrived in Tianlan?
"It seems you are the trump card Luo Chen left behind at Danxia Peak."
As Lu Rong spoke, he retrieved a long-stemmed tobacco pipe and placed it between his lips.
"I would like to see what backing someone newly entered into Foundation Establishment has to challenge this old man!"
He inhaled deeply, and the shredded tobacco in the pipe bowl burned away inch by inch.
As the tobacco burned, the entire stem of the pipe turned blazing red in an instant, resembling an iron rod freshly pulled from a blazing furnace.
Violent fluctuations of spiritual power surged faintly from his body.
In the next instant!
Lu Rong exhaled a puff of smoke that seemed light on the surface but carried immense weight.
A ball of crimson radiant energy violently burst forth.
Within that sphere of light, clouds rose and vanished as dazzling rays of light gleamed.
Though he sounded thoroughly contemptuous of Wang Yuan, his very first move unleashed his most powerful method.
Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength!
Wang Yuan halted.
He watched the incoming strike with a solemn expression.
"A magical treasure?"
Without a shred of hesitation!
He thrust both fists forward at once.
Two bracers engraved with a dragon and a tiger flared with spiritual light.
*Roar!*
*Roar!*
The roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger resonated simultaneously.
Immediately after, an astral dragon forged of astral qi and a ferocious tiger shaped from fiend qi charged toward that ball of crimson radiant energy.
Neither side showed any intention of dodging or weaving.
Or perhaps, Foundation Establishment True Cultivators simply could not manipulate the profound might of a magical treasure with finesse, forced to unleash it in such a direct, straightforward manner.
In the end, the crimson sphere of light collided head-on with the astral dragon and the fiend tiger.
Almost instantly, a deafening blast tore through the air.
Violent spiritual power shockwaves rippled outward in all directions.
Danxia Peak, being the closest, looked poised to take the full brunt of the magical treasure collision.
Yet as a transparent barrier of light rose, the shockwaves struck the shield and raised only faint ripples.
The smoke and dust cleared.
The composure on Lu Rong's face vanished, replaced by gravity.
"A magical treasure?"
"It seems this is the confidence Luo Chen had in leaving you at Danxia Peak."
Opposite him, Wang Yuan stood at ease with both hands clasped behind his back, exuding the bearing of a grandmaster.
However...
Behind his back where Lu Rong could not see, both of his hands were trembling slightly.
These Dragon-Tiger Bracers had only been tempered for two or three years since his advancement to Foundation Establishment.
How could they be wielded so casually?
It was only because the dragon astral qi and tiger fiend qi contained within were exceptionally suited to his path of body refinement that he could draw forth even greater power than Huo Hu had back then.
Yet even so...
That brilliant clash just now had already drained the greater part of his spiritual power.
Still, he had possessed no other choice.
The other man had wielded the might of a magical treasure in an attempt to crush him like a lion taking a rabbit with a single lethal blow; Wang Yuan had naturally needed to withstand that first wave.
Seeing Wang Yuan remain silent, Lu Rong let out a cold laugh and brought the pipe to his lips once more.
"I would like to see how many times someone newly entered into Foundation Establishment can command the power of a magical treasure!"
With those words, he took a fierce drag, and the shredded tobacco in the pipe bowl burned violently.
The pipe stem, which had reverted to pitch-black, turned blazing crimson once more.
Watching this familiar sight, Wang Yuan's expression turned grim.
He strode forward, taking several steps across the void.
Each step spanned a distance of a hundred feet.
Lu Rong watched with a cold smirk.
*A pointless struggle!*
*Just wait obediently for death!*
As he opened his mouth and exhaled, another ball of crimson radiant energy shot forth.
Wang Yuan halted in his tracks. The attack unleashed by this pipe was simply too swift, far beyond what his current speed could evade.
In that case!
He slammed his arms together, and the Dragon-Tiger Bracers erupted once more with the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.
The astral dragon and fiend tiger reappeared, though thirty percent weaker than before.
*Boom!*
A tremendous explosion rang out once more. The dragon and tiger shattered inch by inch amid mournful cries, and the crimson ball of light, diminished by more than half, surged past the smoke and dust straight toward Wang Yuan.
Looking at the incoming sphere of energy, Wang Yuan's eyes turned razor-sharp.
*Luo Chen was right. Tianlan has countless experts; even the second-in-command of a minor faction is this difficult to deal with.*
*Biding our time to grow in the early stages was indeed necessary.*
*Yet ever since I stepped into the cultivation world from the mortal realm, which of my opponents was not of a higher realm than me?*
*This is nothing more than another battle where I put my life on the line!*
Myriad thoughts flashed in an instant.
Yet the motion of his hands took only a split second.
He pulled his elbow back across his chest, gathering his strength.
In the next instant, he struck out with a palm!
Mountain-Cleaving Stele-Shattering Palm!
As the creator of this palm technique, Wang Yuan's understanding of it surpassed even Luo Chen's grand completion, especially after cultivating *Qi and Body from the Same Source*.
This mortal ultimate technique had been steadily elevated to a level capable of contending with Foundation Establishment.
A terrifying palm print flew from his hand.
This single strike completely drained all the remaining spiritual power in Wang Yuan's body, fusing it with a colossal amount of vitality and blood.
*Boom!*
A deafening explosion roared, and Wang Yuan's figure seemed to vanish into the annihilating energy of the crimson sphere.
Lu Rong gripped the scalding pipe tightly, watching the sphere of energy churn and dissipate, unable to stop a sigh of relief from escaping him.
That Luo Chen truly was troublesome, actually leaving a magical treasure behind with the Luotian Association.
What a pity!
In the entire Luotian Association, there were hardly any veteran Foundation Establishment cultivators; they were all newly advanced.
No matter how powerful the magical treasure in their hands, they had only tempered it for a few years. How could they wield it as freely as he did?
That man had surely been turned to ashes.
Next, he needed to consider how to charge into the Luotian Association and loot it thoroughly.
*Foundation Establishment Pills and the like were merely lies to dupe those two fools. I have neither clan juniors nor disciples, so what use would I have for them?*
*Destroying this Luotian Association to avenge the humiliation Luo Chen inflicted on me back then—that is my true purpose!*
*You wanted me to sweep your floors back then, didn't you? Now I will sweep your Luotian Association clean!*
*When the time comes, even if you manage to return alive from the Qinhua River, you will be all alone, completely at my mercy!*
Paying no heed to the other two battlefields, Lu Rong raised his foot, preparing to fly toward Danxia Peak.
However, before his step could land, he pulled his foot back abruptly.
Lu Rong frowned, his eyes snapping toward the place where the magical treasure strike had landed.
"You aren't dead?"
Amidst the smoke and dust, a figure strode out slowly.
Stripped completely bare, his muscles knotted tightly.
Thick, bulging veins wrapped around his entire body like mighty dragons and giant serpents.
At first glance, he looked terrifyingly grotesque.
The long hair that had once cascaded down his back was gone without a trace, leaving only a completely bald head.
He lifted his head, glaring fixedly at Lu Rong.
Thick, undisguised killing intent surged forth like a tidal wave.
The corner of Lu Rong's mouth twitched. "So what if you aren't dead? Right now, your spiritual power is completely exhausted. Any random Qi Refining cultivator could slay you.
"Go die, ant!"
With those words, he casually unleashed a magical tool flying sword, thrusting it straight at Wang Yuan.
*Clang!*
Lu Rong's pupils contracted. That flying sword had been caught in Wang Yuan's bare hand right before his throat!
No matter how frantically Lu Rong urged it, the flying sword trembled violently yet could not advance a single fraction of an inch.
Wang Yuan's veins bulged as he squeezed with one hand.
*Crack!*
To Lu Rong's shock, the magical tool flying sword snapped clean in two, tossed to the ground like a piece of scrap iron.
Wang Yuan glared at him like a wild beast.
"My spiritual power is exhausted, but can you continue to drive that pipe magical treasure?"
Both of them were at early Foundation Establishment!
*I am at the first layer of Foundation Establishment and have tempered the magical treasure for too short a time, so I can only unleash it once or twice.*
*You are at the second layer of Foundation Establishment; your total spiritual power is only so much.*
*An attack like the one earlier can never be unleashed again.*
Wang Yuan was confident. Especially seeing how feeble the other man's sword manipulation had just been, he knew the state Lu Rong was currently in.
Lu Rong fell silent for a moment.
Soon, however, the corners of his mouth curled upward, widening into a ferocious grin.
"Haha..."
"Did you think this old man squandered his spiritual power because he doesn't understand battle tactics?"
"You're wrong!"
"Magical tools and magical treasures are merely external objects. What is truly strongest about me is this body of mine!"
Amidst wild laughter, he flipped the pipe upside down, and great plumes of black ash scattered out.
The black ash drifted through the air, yet none of it fell to the earth; instead, it flew toward his body.
In mere moments, pieces of archaic armor formed over his exposed skin.
It was an armor formed by the fusion of hardened skin and an unknown black ash.
Not only that, above his head, a thick beacon-pillar of qi and blood surged abruptly into the sky.
The Blood River realm!
He, too, was a practitioner of the second realm of body refinement!
At that moment, Wang Yuan's eyes lit up.
"This body refinement technique of yours is rather interesting. I like it!"
In the next instant!
He inverted his thumb and pressed it heavily against his heart.
Within that pumping heart, a torrent of accumulated vitality and blood suddenly erupted outward.
An identical thick pillar of qi and blood rose into the sky.
Not only that, his body swelled continuously.
In the blink of an eye, he reached five meters in height, transforming into a giant.
Now, he no longer had to look up at Lu Rong; he met him eye to eye.
"It is rare to meet a fellow traveler on this path. We can fight to our heart's content.
"I shall grant you the most glorious death!"
Looking at the giant before him, Lu Rong—who had always taken body refinement as his trump card and greatest pride—felt a trace of unease rise in his heart.
Yet a formidable enemy stood before him.
Moreover, a gaze from Danxia Peak seemed to rest faintly upon him, making his skin prickle with needles.
It felt as though whether he advanced or retreated, a sky-toppling strike would come crashing down from Danxia Peak.
*I didn't notice it before—why is there yet another Foundation Establishment True Cultivator on Danxia Peak?*
*Did Luo Chen not take a single Foundation Establishment subordinate with him to the funeral?*
*Should I fight now, or should I flee?*
While he hesitated, a violent gust of fist-wind swept in.
A furious roar thundered beside his ears.
"Wavering back and forth, indecisive—what kind of body refinement do you cultivate?"
"Die!"
***
Outside Danxia Peak.
The once-dilapidated purple bamboo forest had regained its former scale after the Luotian Association moved in.
The dense Purple Mist bamboo grew vigorously, stretching its leaves and branches freely.
One could well imagine that by the end of the year, harvesting this crop of Purple Mist bamboo would bring the Luotian Association a handsome profit.
No rogue cultivator dared to recklessly damage the Purple Mist bamboo as they had in the past.
Doing so would mean crossing the Luotian Association.
At this moment, violent battles raged across three separate fronts outside Danxia Peak.
Yet within the purple bamboo forest, two figures approached side by side.
Both had reined in their spiritual energy fluctuations. However, had any rogue cultivator living nearby been present, they would have recognized their origins at a glance.
The brother and sister of the Geng family, two Foundation Establishment True Cultivators!
"Big Brother, aren't we going to help Fellow Daoist Lu?"
"Help him with what? Shuzhen, that fellow had his eye on you back in the day." Geng Lie walked in front, seemingly completely uninterested in the distant battlefield.
His younger sister, Geng Shuzhen, followed closely behind him.
"I merely feel that since both sides are cooperating to deal with the Luotian Association, we shouldn't abandon them."
"Cooperation?"
Geng Lie sneered. "They only want to pull off a hit and run. Our Geng family, on the other hand, intends to develop in this region long-term. How could we get bogged down?
"Charging into Danxia Peak and destroying the Luotian Association's foundation is what the two of us must accomplish today!"
Even though she had long known her elder brother's resolve, Geng Shuzhen still felt uneasy.
Over the years, she had interacted frequently with Sima Huiniang.
The relationship between the two had been quite good.
Had the other woman not been limited to the Qi Refining stage, they could have even been called close confidantes.
Having the Geng family turn on them now was truly hard for her to accept.
"Big Brother, didn't we clear up past grievances with the Luotian Association and jointly run the Biyou Valley market?"
Geng Lie paused slightly in his tracks.
He turned his head to stare at his sister.
"Who told you past grievances were cleared up?
"The so-called cooperation was nothing more than charity from the Luotian Association!
"Moreover, Biyou Valley had been derelict for years; it was our Geng family that painstakingly developed it, only for the Luotian Association to pluck the ripe fruit!
"Today, we have come to take back what originally belonged to us!"
Geng Shuzhen was at a loss for words.
Yet thinking of the occasional remarks Sima Huiniang had dropped, she remained plagued by worries.
"Big Brother, the Luotian Association has Ice Fort backing them. If we destroy their foundation, I fear it will invite immense trouble!"
"Ice Fort? The immortal city will soon change masters. When the time comes, most of Ice Fort's Foundation Establishment True Cultivators will return to their sect. Who will still care about a mere Luotian Association?"
Geng Lie resumed walking, scoffing repeatedly.
"Besides, doesn't our Geng family also have connections with Mount Ailao? At worst, we can spend some resources when the time comes to ask the cultivators of Mount Ailao to mediate with Ice Fort and have them let bygones be bygones."
Geng Shuzhen's brow relaxed considerably.
Yet in her mind, Sima Huiniang's deep reverence for their Association Leader surfaced once more.
"Then what of the Luotian Association's leader? How should we deal with him when the time comes?"
"There is no need to deal with him!"
Geng Lie did not care about Luo Chen in the slightest.
"The Luotian Association will be destroyed by my hands today, and Luo Chen will die at the Qinhua River. That is the promise the three Hu brothers gave me."
"But the Hu family had conflicts with us as well. Can their words be trusted?"
"Their words naturally cannot be fully trusted, but I have already promised Danyuanzi that we will regularly purchase pills from his Danyuan Sect. With that benefit on the line, Danyuanzi will never let Luo Chen return alive."
Hearing that Danyuanzi would take action, shock appeared on Geng Shuzhen's face.
That was a mid Foundation Establishment powerhouse!
If he intervened, no matter how highly Sima Huiniang praised Luo Chen, he surely would not escape this fatal calamity!
No wonder her elder brother was so confident and moved with such unhurried ease.
Her brother's questioning voice reached her ears.
"Shuzhen, have you developed softheartedness toward the Luotian Association because of Sima Huiniang?"
Geng Shuzhen lowered her head, admitting to the thought.
Geng Lie sighed, remarking faintly, "You are too kind-hearted to see through Sima Huiniang's sinister intentions.
"She befriended you so warmly only to lull our Geng family into complacency.
"Danxia Peak is simply too close to our Geng family—just a stone's throw away.
"Back then, the flourishing Min family suppressed our Geng family for a century. If we wait for the Luotian Association to grow, our Geng family will never have a chance to rise again."
Geng Shuzhen shook inwardly.
She was very familiar with the family's history.
A century ago, the Min family of Danxia had been exceedingly prosperous, suppressing and exploiting all the surrounding factions large and small.
The Geng family had suffered the same fate, even coerced into refining numerous formation disks for them.
She remembered that humiliating past vividly.
Later, it was the Geng family that pulled strings behind the scenes, connecting with factions on all sides to draw in formidable enemies who besieged the Min family for an entire year before wiping them out.
If the Luotian Association rose to prominence, would they dominate the surrounding area just as the Min family had?
Would the Geng family repeat the same tragedy?
"How can we allow others to sleep soundly beside our bed!"
With a cold snort, Geng Lie stopped before a valley.
Looking at this long-derelict narrow valley, a thought surfaced in Geng Shuzhen's mind.
"Big Brother, could this be the place where our Geng family ancestors destroyed the foundation of the Min family's mountain-protecting formation?"
"Yes. It was precisely because our Geng ancestors coordinated from the inside that the grand formation was breached, allowing formidable enemies to slaughter countless cultivators of the Min family, young and old alike."
Geng Lie's eyes filled with reminiscence, along with deep respect and admiration.
It was the efforts of the Geng ancestors that had freed the family from that oppressive mountain overhead for the past century, granting them the space and time to achieve substantial growth.
It had even produced two Foundation Establishment True Cultivators like them!
Lu Rong and the others fighting tooth and nail outside were merely exerting useless effort.
Over the past few years, Geng Lie had seen the truth clearly.
Danxia Peak had already restarted the Min family's former mountain-protecting formation. How could a few early Foundation Establishment cultivators hope to breach it?
To destroy the Luotian Association, they had to break this mountain-protecting formation first!
Word had it that the Luotian Association had a formation expert named Min Longyu.
His background was mysterious, but he was very likely a remnant of the Min family from a century ago.
That also explained why Danxia Peak could reactivate the Min family's grand formation.
*I secretly slaughtered all the Min family's mortals back then, yet someone still managed to survive out there, even cultivating all the way to Foundation Establishment.*
The Geng family, the Min family...
At this moment, the heavy rain had ceased.
The rain stopped, and the wind subsided.
Geng Lie looked up at Danxia Peak piercing into the clouds.
A seven-colored rainbow bridge spanned both ends of the sea of clouds across Danxia Peak.
"The grievances from a century ago shall be settled together today!"
"Big Brother, what did you say?"
Geng Lie looked down at Geng Shuzhen.
"Little Sister, kindness is the greatest original sin in the cultivation world. For the family, certain friends must be cast aside—not to mention that Sima Huiniang is not a friend, but an enemy.
"Not just her; every cultivator on this mountain is an enemy of our family.
"For the family, you must cast aside your kindness, slay the enemies, and destroy the Luotian Association!
"Let you be the one to take the very first step in breaking the mountain and wiping out the association!"
Geng Shuzhen parted her lips, hesitating slightly.
Yet gradually, that hesitation turned into resolve.
"For the family!"
"Yes!"
Spurred on, Geng Shuzhen hesitated no longer, walking into the narrow valley.
Following Geng Lie's guidance, she struck out with incantation gestures in succession, bombarding the valley's bedrock.
"Just like this. Once the mountain-protecting formation loses its formation foundation, it will be like a castle in the air, no longer..."
Geng Lie stood outside the valley, his expression brimming with confidence.
He continued instructing Geng Shuzhen.
However, his words gradually died down.
A faint premonition of dread surfaced in his mind.
"Little Sister, pull back! Quickly!"
"Huh?"
Geng Shuzhen turned her head blankly.
In the next instant!
A violent surge of spiritual energy erupted from deep underground.
*Boom!*
Surging subterranean fire soared skyward from within the narrow valley.
Like a fire dragon spewing tongues of flame upon the mortal realm, mist of blood sprayed in all directions, only to be vaporized in an instant.
Geng Lie stared blankly at the scene.
In his hollow heart, only endless remorse remained.
When had this happened?
Who had channeled the subterranean fire here and set an ambush?
Geng Shuzhen was gone, not even her bones remaining.
"I shouldn't have let Little Sister break the formation... Little Sister..."
"Geng Lie, I have waited for you for a long time!"
A voice thick with killing intent drifted out from Danxia Peak. A massive face loomed faintly within the formation's light barrier enveloping the peak.
Its features were indistinct, but its eyes gleamed like lightning!
It was Min Longyu!
Geng Lie snapped his head up, his eyes blood-red, nearly tearing at the corners!
"Despicable!"
He soared into the sky, no longer concealing the spiritual power fluctuations of the third layer of Foundation Establishment as they erupted violently.
A massive hammer-shaped magical treasure expanded rapidly in his hand, looking ready to smash Danxia Peak to pieces with a single blow.
Inside the mountain.
Min Longyu sat cross-legged in the grand hall. Before him lay the Eighteen Wandering Formation Disks that Luo Chen had gifted him.
Though incomplete, under his superb formation mastery, he had already replaced it with a new formation core.
This new core fused the Min family's former mountain-protecting formation with the Heavenly Craft Spirit Seizing Formation he had obtained from Wang Yuan.
The latter was too high in rank—a full third-rank formation that, at its peak, could contend against a fourth-rank Nascent Soul Perfected Person.
Naturally, he could not simply copy and master it outright.
Thus, he extracted its essence, drawing upon its strengths to complement the Min family's grand formation, and reconstructed a new mountain-protecting formation upon Danxia Peak.
In the process of setting up the formation, patching flaws and filling gaps had allowed him to discover several vulnerabilities.
Among them was that very narrow valley where the Min family's grand formation had been breached a century ago.
Min Longyu had mended every single one of those vulnerabilities.
Not only that, he had prepared several hidden ambushes.
He had not expected that waiting by the tree would actually catch two individuals harboring ill intent!
Looking at the massive hammer now, he sneered.
"A traitor who betrayed his master for personal gain—do you even have the right to speak the word 'despicable'?"
He reached out and gently adjusted the Eighteen Wandering Formation Disks.
In the next instant.
Outside Danxia Peak, boundless spiritual energy converged, centered around the peak.
Moreover, thousands of rays of multicolored light gathered under its guidance, settling upon the light barrier of the mountain-protecting formation.
Red, orange, yellow, green, azure, blue, purple!
In the blink of an eye, seven colors coalesced.
A seven-colored spear abruptly manifested from the light barrier.
The spear was razor-sharp and dazzlingly vibrant, as though woven from clouds and dawn mist.
"This fused Seven-Colored Danxia Formation is a second-rank formation. Drawing upon the majesty of Danxia Peak, it can withstand attacks from late Foundation Establishment cultivators.
"Furthermore, it continuously absorbs the stray spiritual energy of heaven and earth, slowly advancing in grade.
"A mere cultivator of early Foundation Establishment dares to compete with Danxia for brilliance?"
"Strike!"
Min Longyu waved his hand casually, as though brushing away a speck of dust.
Spurred into action, the seven-colored spear trembled slightly before tearing through the sky!
It flew straight toward Geng Lie.
Geng Lie, his eyes already blood-red, struck down with his hammer without regard for anything else.
Yet the power between the two was as different as heaven and earth.
In merely a fraction of a second, Geng Lie's body was pierced through. Multicolored dawn light punched countless holes through his flesh.
Viewed from behind, countless beams of light lanced through him, turning him into a sieve.
His eyes wide, he tumbled powerlessly and silently from the sky.
A cultivator of the third layer of Foundation Establishment had perished so easily at the hands of Min Longyu, who was only at the first layer of Foundation Establishment.
Had this been told to others, hardly anyone would believe it.
Yet if they knew Geng Lie had launched a frontal assault before a thoroughly prepared formation master, they would come to a sudden realization.
*Turns out he was just an idiot!*
Inside the central hall of Danxia Peak, Min Longyu glanced coldly at the falling corpse, feeling as though something inside him had found closure.
Yet he did not let down his guard just yet.
He extended his slender hand and adjusted the formation disk once more.
Outside, the seven-colored spear that had pierced Geng Lie's body had already turned mostly translucent.
Under his control, it suddenly hummed with power.
In the next instant, it flew outside the mountain.
"There is still power for one more strike!"
Chapter 281