88: Sword cultivator? When in doubt, use the Great Sun Fire!

The strong wind, carrying sand and grit, slammed against the weathered stone gate of the ruins, emitting a dull wail.

Before Shen Li could clearly see the newcomer's face, the Geng Jin rainbow light, imbued with a sharp Sword Intent, had already torn through the Void Realm, descending like a Heavenly God's thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens, causing the air to explode inch by inch before the sword's edge.

Qiu Ya's pupils constricted, and she stomped her foot, shattering the stone slab beneath her. Her waist twisted like a bow, and her fine blade, “Autumn Water,” met the rainbow light with a flash of green light! The blade of this fine weapon now showed intricate cracks, spreading like a spiderweb to the hilt.

“Clang—”

Qiu Ya's single blade struck the magical art.

The clang of metal on metal made the entire ruin hum, and Qiu Ya felt as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer. Her tiger's mouth instantly split open, and blood flowed profusely down the back of her blade.

Even more terrifying was that the Geng Jin Sword Qi seemed like a living thing, climbing along the blade.

With several sharp “crack” sounds, the blade of the Autumn Water blade chipped off a three-inch-long gap.

She let out a muffled groan, and her entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. As her blade struck the ground, it sparked, plowing dozens of deep furrows into the hard stone surface, until she finally managed to steady herself by sliding to Shen Li's feet.

She spat out blood, propped herself up with her blade, barely withstanding the immense Spiritual Qi of that strike.

Then, she forcibly stood up and said in a deep voice.

“Young Master… can you go first?”

Shen Li looked at the Cultivator in front of him, the words “Shaking Cloud” on the sword's spine faintly visible in the dim light.

Clearly, it was a Magical Artifact!

The fragments in the Chasing Life Demonic Path Cultivator's mind were acting up again, countless memory fragments flashing, yet they allowed Shen Li to understand the origin of the person in front of him!

And all the causes and effects.

It's just… he didn't want to explain anything now… he just wanted to kill these guys in front of him!

If he had first inquired about the reason, talked it over, there would have been an opportunity for mediation.

The two sides met, and before the reason was clear, they struck out, wanting to put him to death?

Rather kill the wrong person than let one go, these Sword Cultivator fanatics… do they really treat Huangfeng Plains as their own home?

Shen Li looked at the injured Qiu Ya, a surge of nameless anger in his heart.

His face slowly turned cold, influenced by the Demonic Path Cultivator, his killing intent growing strong in his heart!

He gestured, taking out a drop of ninth-grade spiritual water from his Storage Pouch and consuming it, his Spiritual Qi rapidly recovering.

Without a shred of hesitation, he activated all his Spiritual Qi, and the spiritual guide threads condensed into frost in the air.

The spiritual guide threads intertwined into a frosty white net in the air. Shen Li pushed his palms forward sharply, and a three-zhang-high Frost Wall rose from the ground, perfectly sealing the entrance to the ruins.

The wall's surface was covered with grotesque ice shards, and cold air spread along the stone cracks. The previously dry air suddenly dropped by tens of degrees, and tiny snowflakes drifted from the Void Realm, condensing into white frost on Shen Li's hair.

“Frost Wall!”

“Little Wind and Snow Technique!”

“Is it not that Demonic Path Cultivator?”

Murong Yunhai stood behind the rainbow light, his ink-colored Daoist robe fluttering in the Sword Qi.

He looked at the ice wall emanating an extremely cold aura, then glanced at the blood, containing ice crystal particles, seeping from Shen Li's fingertips, and his brows furrowed deeply.

The subtlety of such ice-type magical arts far surpassed ordinary Cultivators, and certainly not the sinister methods commonly used by the Demonic Path.

Shen Li couldn't be bothered with nonsense. He gestured and cast a Little Vajra Technique, enchanting Qiu Ya's blade.

He pinched his fingers together, forming a seal, and several faint golden spiritual lights flowed into Qiu Ya's Autumn Water blade.

The moment the “Little Vajra Technique” enchantment took effect, the cracked long blade let out a Dragon-like hum. Metallic luster appeared in the blade's cracks, and though still incomplete, it gained a few points of an indomitable sharpness.

Immediately after, he brought his two fingers together like a sword and pointed them remotely in Murong Yunhai's direction.

“Ice Cone Technique!”

Dense Spiritual Qi permeated the air, and Shen Li's fingertips couldn't help but crack open!

Blood flowed out.

Murong Yunhai, however, frowned and unleashed Sword Light, breaking hundreds of ice cones in the air!

His eyes held a hint of disdain.

“Fellow Daoist… please stop… it seems I was mistaken.”

Shen Li did not answer, but spoke in a chilling tone.

“Ice Cicada Technique!”

Dense, intricately carved ice cicadas silently formed in the air, flapping their wings and flying towards the many Disciples of the Cloud Sea Sword Sect!

The Frost Wall blocked the opening, preventing dry wind and fire elements from entering the ruins.

The Little Wind and Snow Technique made the water and ice elements here dense, allowing him to cast spells without worries.

Although Ice Muscle Jade Bone had just started, the spell amplification it brought was already quite considerable!

Several ice cicadas flew in the air, but before they could land, they were broken by Sword Light!

“Fellow Daoist… it’s a misunderstanding… why must it be like this?”

“Misunderstanding?”

Shen Li sneered, then took out the strange Dharma Idol from his embrace, activating it according to the Demonic Path Cultivator's memories.

Behind him, the bronze statues began to rise and move their limbs like ordinary people. They had three heads and six arms, holding weapons, and their green-faced, fanged faces were full of ferocity.

They roared towards Murong Yunhai!

And then Qiu Ya also charged towards Murong Yunhai!

“Fellow Daoist… this matter… there is still time for mediation, why go to such lengths?!”

Seeing this, Murong Yunhai could only make the best of a bad situation, drawing his sword to meet them!

Upon contact, he immediately understood the opponent's strength.

The pressure suddenly increased, making his scalp tingle!

A Grandmaster Martial Artist, a bronze statue that even a Geng Jin Sword Art couldn't cut through, where did the counter-item come from?

At this moment, regret had already appeared in his heart.

Even if he had a rigid and cold temperament, he couldn't help but open his mouth to explain.

“We were pursuing a Demonic Path Cultivator! Upon entering the ruins, we felt the Demonic Path Cultivator's Qi flowing on Fellow Daoist! For a moment, we were unaware and attacked first!”

“It was our oversight…”

“I am Murong Yunhai, a True Disciple of the Cloud Sea Sword Sect!”

“Fellow Daoist… you should have heard of my sect's name! Why don't we all put down our weapons and have a good discussion!”

Shen Li sneered, saying nothing, but took advantage of the Puppet and Qiu Ya besieging Murong Yunhai.

He continued to activate the Ice Cicada Technique.

Those Disciples behind him did not have Murong Yunhai's cultivation and combat methods. For a moment, they were caught off guard and struck by the Ice Cicada Technique!

Their skin turned a strange purplish-blue, and even circulating Spiritual Qi became difficult.

When this Ice Cicada Technique reaches Major Achievement, once it invades the Physical Body, it will paralyze half the body, extremely mysterious!

Then, these Disciples began to cry out, begging Murong Yunhai to save them from their plight!

They were Cultivators, some even in the same Realm as Shen Li!

But the power of their magical arts was not in the same Realm!

If Shen Li didn't have this Ice Muscle Jade Bone, he would definitely not be able to overwhelm these Disciples.

But there are no ifs in life!

At this time, Shen Li was already in the same combat class as Wang Teng and this Geng Jin Sword Cultivator.

Ordinary Cultivators… too weak, no longer caught his eye!

Like ants!

Even the Cold Cicada Technique he was now using could not be broken!

This was the combat gap brought by his Physique!

Shen Li, however, turned a deaf ear to the shrill screams, continuing to connect his magical arts!

If he was going to kill… he had to be decisive, there was no reason to leave anyone alive!

Above, Murong Yunhai's attacks became more frequent, his aura growing sharper!

But his attacks could only leave mottled marks on the bronze statue, unable to cut it down!

Seeing his Junior Brother in the same sect in distress made him even more anxious!

“Fellow Daoist! Don't be like this! Are you going to offend my Yunhai Immortal Sect?!”

“Why not stop, my Yunhai Immortal Sect…”

“What is he mumbling about?”

Shen Li sneered, then took out a Formation Plate.

Rolling heat waves surged forth, and as his vital blood seeped from between his five fingers, his parched Physical Body squeezed out Spiritual Qi, and a colorful fire tiger suddenly appeared.

“Don't you understand the principle that those who kill will be killed?”

“Great Yang Fire Subduing Tiger Formation!”