Chapter 134: One Punch Annihilates Daoist Ghost Wood
At the exact same time, intense battles erupted across every other sector. However, the Black Wind Stockade cultivators quickly realized their initial projections were fatally flawed; the combat power of the Qingyun Sect disciples was off the charts.
Furthermore, the Qingyun Sect did not fight like traditional cultivators. They operated in highly organized strike teams, strictly moving in either 12-man or 4-man squads.
During the engagements, these disciples ruthlessly spammed their inventories, hurling out various Talismans without any hesitation or fear of wasting resources.
The moment the two sides clashed, the Black Wind Stockade forces suffered catastrophic losses. The 4-man Qingyun Sect squads uniformly adopted an optimized tactic: the single Foundation Establishment cultivator in the team would act as the main force, locking down the enemy, while the three Qi Refining cultivators focused their attacks to deliver the fatal blow.
Because the Black Wind Stockade elites fundamentally looked down on Qi Refining cultivators, the Qingyun Sect’s synchronized sneak attacks achieved a terrifyingly high success rate.
Mere moments after the initial contact, the War Hall squads had already liquidated over 60 Foundation Establishment invaders. The sheer efficiency of the slaughter sent a massive shockwave of alarm through the Black Wind Stockade ranks.
The invaders who were lucky enough to survive the initial ambush no longer dared to act careless. Their contempt evaporated, replaced by hyper-vigilance.
Hovering above the chaos, Sun Yi cast out his Divine Sense to analyze the battlefield. Seeing the Qingyun Sect disciples dominating the engagement, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The results of their recent intensive training program were spectacular.
He then shifted his gaze toward the high-altitude Golden Core battlefield. A cold, calculating glint flashed in the depths of his eyes. Since they dared to raid his sect, he would make sure they paid with their lives.
“Elder Han Yun, push your output to the limit and blast Daoist Ghost Wood backward! I will execute him!” Sun Yi transmitted his voice directly to the Elder’s mind, simultaneously slapping a Rank 3 Swift Wind Talisman onto his own chest.
Elder Han Yun received Sun Yi’s command and his expression sharpened. He instantly redlined his True Qi. His Spirit Weapon, a milky-white jade ruler, hummed with power.
Fueled by the massive influx of True Qi, the white ruler erupted with blinding light, instantly expanding into a titanic, 10-meter-long jade construct that slammed down toward Daoist Ghost Wood like a falling monolith.
“Hmph, a mere trifling skill!”
Daoist Ghost Wood snorted in disdain. He channeled his energy into his ghost-head saber, transforming it into a massive blade of dark light that surged upward to meet the attack.
Despite operating at a severely reduced capacity due to his unhealed wounds, Daoist Ghost Wood genuinely did not view Elder Han Yun as a threat. At peak performance, erasing Han Yun would have been effortless.
The ghost-head saber collided with the jade ruler. A shockwave of violent kinetic force swept through the surroundings. The impact forced Elder Han Yun to stagger back, while Daoist Ghost Wood was similarly blasted backward through the air.
At that exact moment, Sun Yi fully engaged his Wind Thunder Step, turning himself into a blur. The top-tier movement technique, combined with the speed-buff from the Swift Wind Talisman, launched him at the Daoist with incredible speed.
Daoist Ghost Wood immediately detected Sun Yi’s rapid approach. A casual sweep with his Divine Sense revealed the attacker was merely an early Foundation Establishment cultivator. The Daoist dismissed the threat entirely.
“A Foundation Establishment ant dares to step forward and seek death? This Seat shall grant your wish! Perish!”
Daoist Ghost Wood casually pointed a finger at Sun Yi. A condensed arc of saber Qi shot out, so sharp it seemed to slice the very air into ribbons.
Although it was just a casually condensed attack, in Daoist Ghost Wood’s mind, it was massive overkill for a mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator.
However, as the lethal Qi blade screamed toward him, Sun Yi’s expression didn’t even twitch. He casually raised his hand and swatted the air. A wave of tyrannical brute force smashed directly into the attack, instantly shattering the sharp saber Qi into harmless sparks of light.
While the Daoist was still processing the shock of his attack failing, Sun Yi had already closed the gap.
Fixing Ghost Wood with an icy, unfeeling gaze, Sun Yi unhesitatingly channeled every ounce of his bodily strength into his right fist and threw a punch straight at the Daoist.
Before the fist even connected, a suffocating, tyrannical pressure enveloped Daoist Ghost Wood, crushing the air from his lungs.
“A Body Cultivator?!”
Daoist Ghost Wood’s face contorted in absolute horror. He desperately dumped all his remaining True Qi into his protective barrier.
But against Sun Yi’s punch, his True Qi shield was as fragile as wet paper. It shattered instantly. The unfiltered, apocalyptic force slammed directly into Daoist Ghost Wood’s body.
BOOM!
Sun Yi’s fist punched clean through Daoist Ghost Wood’s stomach, instantly blowing a bowl-sized hole through his torso. The tyrannical kinetic energy flooded into Ghost Wood’s body, tearing his soul to shreds in a fraction of a second.
“Third Elder!”
“Third Elder!”
…
The three early Golden Core invaders screamed, their expressions twisting into masks of pure terror as they watched Daoist Ghost Wood get killed in a single hit.
In the neighboring airspace, Wen Sha and the others heard the terrified cries. Sweeping the area with their Divine Sense, their faces turned ashen.
“Bastards! You actually dared to kill the Third Elder!” Wen Sha’s eyes turned bloodshot. He gnashed his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, an overwhelming, tidal wave of hatred erupting from his body.
“Heh, are you the only ones allowed to slaughter our Qingyun Sect, while we are forbidden to resist?” Elder Jin Jue grinned savagely. “If he died, it just means his strength was too weak.”
“I will make your Qingyun Sect pay in blood!” Wen Sha roared. In that moment, his heart was consumed by a toxic mixture of blind rage and bitter regret.
Sun Yi ignored the melodrama. He smoothly stripped the Storage Ring from Ghost Wood’s corpse and deposited the ghost-head saber into his own Storage Ring. Then, his cold eyes locked onto the three remaining early Golden Core cultivators.
“All units, maximum output! Kill them!”
“Understood!”
Invigorated by the victory, Elders Han Yun, Li Tai, and Qin Chu surged with morale. They unleashed their full power simultaneously, instantly suppressing the three early Golden Core cultivators and forcing them into a desperate retreat. If the green-haired zombie hadn’t been providing support nearby, the trio would have already collapsed.
Sun Yi wanted to join the fray and finish them off, but the three Golden Core cultivators had updated their threat assessment. Knowing Sun Yi was a lethal close-quarters Body Cultivator, they kept their distance relentlessly, refusing to let him enter melee range.
Sun Yi frowned, feeling a rare moment of limitation. What could he do if his cultivation base wasn’t high enough to catch them? Even with a top-tier movement technique like the Wind Thunder Step, his low cultivation realm was a hard bottleneck. Besides, killing Daoist Ghost Wood was already a massive victory.
He couldn’t afford to completely wipe the Black Wind Stockade’s Golden Core roster here. He still had to factor the Evil Spirit Valley into the equation!
Originally, Sun Yi had calculated the odds of wiping out the remaining three early Golden Core cultivators. If Elders Han Yun, Qin Chu, and Li Tai provided support while he went all-out, a total wipe was highly probable.
But after running a long-term risk assessment, Sun Yi abandoned the idea.
“Esteemed Elders, just maintain pressure and tie them down. Do not burn your resources in a deathmatch. If they try to retreat, let them flee. I will go eliminate their Foundation Establishment ranks. The Evil Spirit Valley is still a threat. We cannot let the Black Wind Stockade’s strength plummet too drastically just yet. We will maintain the balance of power until the Patriarch returns, then eliminate them all at once.”
Sun Yi transmitted this directive to the five Golden Core Elders. Then, activating his Wind Thunder Step, he dove toward the Foundation Establishment battlefield like a bolt of lightning.
With his absurd movement speed, he arrived in the lower-tier combat zone in seconds.
The fighting here was chaotic and bloody, but the Qingyun Sect undeniably held the high ground. The Black Wind Stockade had already lost over 100 Foundation Establishment cultivators.
However, the invaders boasted higher base levels and raw combat experience, meaning the Qingyun Sect had also taken unavoidable damage.
Sweeping the area with his Divine Sense, Sun Yi instantly launched himself toward the right flank. There, a Black Wind Stockade Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator was locked in a fierce duel with Luo An.
Despite Luo An’s strength, he was losing.
This Grand Perfection invader was a half-step away from the Golden Core realm, wielding a high-quality Spirit Weapon. He was clearly one of the Black Wind Stockade’s elite prodigies.
“Headmaster? Why are you here?” Luo An gasped, seeing Sun Yi entering the zone.
Hearing this, the Black Wind Stockade prodigy shifted his gaze, instantly locking onto the approaching Sun Yi. A cruel grin stretched across his face. “So, you are the legendary Headmaster of the Qingyun Sect. Since you’ve come, leave your life behind!”
Without hesitation, the Stockade genius pushed his flying sword to its absolute limit. A lethal, concentrated arc of black sword Qi materialized, screaming toward Sun Yi’s neck.
“Headmaster, watch out!” Luo An screamed.
Sun Yi merely curled his lip in contempt. Raising his right index finger, he pointed casually into the void. A blinding ray of golden sword light erupted from his finger, obliterating the incoming black sword Qi as easily as crushing rotten wood, before continuing its trajectory straight down onto the prodigy’s head.
The golden light pierced through the enemy’s defenses instantly. The next moment, the Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator was vertically bisected. A Black Wind Stockade genius had instantly Perished.
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