392: It's hard to swallow!

"Careful! This kid is a bit strange!"

The scar-faced man no longer acted arrogantly; with a flash of his body, he joined the fray.

"Attack together! Form the 'Mara Dharma Idol Formation'! Blast him with everything we've got, don't give him another chance to play tricks!"

With the scar-faced man joining as the backbone, the group quickly shifted positions, each standing at a specific node. They cast hand seals in unison, weaving together strands of Yin-fiend Magical Power.

In the blink of an eye, a patch of grey-black dark clouds gathered above their heads. Within the churning clouds, a three-zhang-tall, Six-Armed Mara Dharma Idol with a blurred face slowly coalesced into form!

Each of the idol's arms held a phantom of a sinister Demonic Weapon: the Bone Fork, the Skull Banner, the Defiled Blood Bowl, the Soul-Losing Bell, the Spirit-Rending Claw, and the Gut-Severing Rope!

The six Magical Artifacts lit up simultaneously with an eerie glow, drawing in whistling Yin winds and faint ghostly wails. Their combined might was many times stronger than their previous scattered attacks!

Although it hadn't truly reached the Golden Core level, it had touched the edge of False Core combat power, enough to make ordinary Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivators flee on sight!

"To die under our 'Mara Dharma Idol Formation' is your good fortune! Now, die!"

The scar-faced man's face was hideous as he roared. Controlling the idol, he swung all six arms. The six Demonic Weapons, carrying a soul-shattering might, transformed into six ferocious black rainbows that descended upon Lu Ming!

They sealed off all space for evasion—up, down, left, and right—aiming for a one-hit kill!

Lu Ming looked up at the imposing Six-Armed Mara Dharma Idol and the lethal attacks closing in. Instead of fear, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

"Oh? This Formation is actually somewhat interesting."

It could unify the Yin-fiend power of six people to simulate a Dharma Idol attack nearly at the False Core level, while also possessing the effects of disturbing the mind and polluting magical power.

If it were any other Foundation Establishment Cultivator, even one at Foundation Establishment Perfection, they would likely suffer a great loss or even die on the spot if caught off guard.

However, that was all it was.

Seeing the six black rainbows about to strike, Lu Ming unhurriedly raised his right hand and extended a single finger.

A speck of silver light swirled at his fingertip as he lightly tapped the Void Realm in front of him.

[Severing Cause to Reap Effect]!

In an instant, with Lu Ming as the center, the space within a three-foot radius seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, flowing, hazy mist.

The six terrifying black rainbows, carrying the massive power of the Demonic Weapon phantoms, slammed violently into this layer of mist.

Then, like a clay ox entering the sea, there was no earth-shattering explosion, no roar of colliding magical power, and not even a single ripple of energy was stirred.

The six attacks, capable of heavily wounding or even killing a False Core Cultivator, were eerily and silently annihilated the moment they touched the mist.

As if they had never existed, they vanished into thin air, leaving not even a trace of an aftershock.

Lu Ming remained standing where he was, his robes fluttering slightly, not a single strand of hair out of place.

The three feet around him seemed to have become an absolute Domain where no magic could penetrate.

"I have to say, the combat style of a Heavenly Secret Master is truly flashy enough!"

Lu Ming withdrew his finger. Watching the six Calamity Cultivator across from him go from stunned to expressions of boundless terror, he murmured softly, a satisfied curve hooking the corner of his mouth.

When he had watched Zhuge Mingyi use it before, he had been quite envious.

Now that he was performing it himself, it indeed had a unique flavor.

Unfortunately, the opponents were simply too weak, leaving him without even a shred of accomplishment.

"It seems that if I want to truly experience the practical wonders of the Heavenly Secret Dao, I'll have to test it against Cultivators of the same rank, or even higher."

His gaze calmly swept over the six Calamity Cultivator, who were already scared witless and trying to flee in all directions. His eyes were indifferent.

"However, since you're already here, you might as well stay!"

His words were flat, yet they had already pronounced their end.

He did not use the profound Heavenly Secret Art again; against these ants, it was no longer necessary.

With just a thought, a Golden Core pressure as majestic as a mountain and as vast as the sea was released without reservation, instantly enveloping a hundred-zhang radius!

Space froze in an instant; it was as if the air had stopped flowing and the sound of the wind had abruptly ceased.

The escape lights that had just ignited beneath the feet of the six Calamity Cultivator were suddenly extinguished like candles in the wind.

They were like insects clutched tightly by an invisible giant hand, frozen mid-air, unable to move even a finger.

The ferocity and greed on their faces had long since vanished, replaced by boundless fear, despair, and a bone-deep regret.

They never dreamed that the "fat sheep" in their eyes was actually a genuine Golden Core True Person!

"Sen... Senior... Spare..."

The scar-faced man's throat rattled as he squeezed out a few words, attempting to beg for mercy.

But Lu Ming had no interest in listening to his nonsense.

In the next moment, the terrifying Spiritual Pressure of a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator constricted toward the center!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

Like watermelons bursting, the six figures exploded simultaneously in mid-air without warning, turning into six clouds of glaring blood mist!

Bones, internal organs, and muscle were all reduced to powder, mixing into the blood mist.

However, before the foul remains of flesh and blood could hit the ground, an invisible pulling force quickly swept up and gathered the six clouds of blood mist.

Finally, above Lu Ming's open palm, they condensed into a fist-sized, dark-red blood sphere that was still slowly wriggling and emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

"Truly low quality!"

Lu Ming instinctively gave it a light sniff. Sensing the aura emanating from the blood sphere, his brow immediately furrowed in disgust.

After experiencing the pure, condensed Blood Essence of Golden Core Cultivators like Li Daoxuan, which contained boundless vitality, his appetite's threshold had long been raised.

Looking at the mixed, impure blood of these Foundation Establishment Calamity Cultivator, filled with resentment and Impurities, he felt it was like spoiled swill.

To him, now at the Late Golden Core Stage, it was not only useless but even made him feel slightly nauseous and hard to swallow.

"As expected of trash; even in death, they have no utility value."

Before his voice could fade, he lightly closed his palm, his five fingers tightening.

The dark-red blood sphere in his palm trembled silently and then turned into a puff of light red mist, which was swept away by a breeze, completely dissipating into the world.

As if he had just flicked away a speck of dust, Lu Ming didn't care at all. With a thought, several streaks of light flew from the distance—the Storage Pouches left behind by the six men.

Casualy wiping away the weak remnants of magical power imprints on them, Lu Ming's Divine Sense probed into each one.

Inside were mostly Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, various bottles and jars containing Medicinal Pills, some ordinary-looking Spiritual Plants and Ores, and a few Spiritual Artifacts of varying quality.

Although the quantity was not small, it was not worth mentioning to a Golden Core Cultivator and held no attraction.

"Hmm?"

But when he investigated the scar-faced man's Storage Pouch, his Divine Sense touched an item stored separately.