The four individuals, their faces pale, set up protective Qi circles around themselves, feeling the ferocious Qi approaching from behind. They were horrified, regretting their decision to come to the Flying Spirit Gate. They had hoped for gains but were now facing the prospect of losing their lives here. It seemed too late for regrets.
"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"
Four streaks of dark gleam arrived like lightning, carrying bone-chilling coldness, transforming into afterimages of black light. The low rumble of sonic booms under this fierce power directly penetrated the four's protective Qi circles. The circles cracked as if corroded by something corrosive, instantly turning into smoke.
At this moment, the four dark gleams poured onto the four individuals, the violent force shaking space itself.
"Pfft!"
Almost simultaneously, the four coughed up bright red blood, their bodies sent flying, each with a bloodied hole pierced through their chests.
"Bang bang!"
Four bodies fell to the ground, killed in one move. This display of power deeply shocked the surrounding Flying Spirit Gate disciples. The Great Elder's strength was terrifyingly formidable.
"Kill…"
Chang Lei and others shouted loudly, their Qi flashing under their feet as they moved through the crowd. With horses neighing and people wailing, Rakshasa Gate disciples were continuously killed, the entire space reeked of blood, and the green grass on the ground was nearly dyed blood-red.
"Run, the elders are dead, run for your lives." The remaining Rakshasa Gate disciples, now few in number, tried to break through the encirclement but found the space sealed off by the five elders of the Flying Spirit Gate, making escape impossible.
"Bang bang!"
The sound of huge explosions continued to resound as the last Rakshasa Gate disciple with a triple-layer Martial Master cultivation was killed under Hu Nansheng's hand.
After killing the five Martial Souls, Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming did not make another move but stood aside, watching. Noting the crowd of onlookers from afar without much comment, upon seeing all the Rakshasa Gate members killed, he spoke, "Collect the spatial rings and hand them to the sect leader later. Clean up and then go about your business."
With those words, Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming's figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, leaving the disciples in awe of the Great Elder's formidable strength.
"Quickly, burn these bodies and continue rebuilding the hall," Hu Nansheng said loudly.
At this time, thousands of meters away, many were watching the events unfold, shocked beyond measure. The elite forces of the Rakshasa Gate, over a hundred strong, were annihilated in moments, leaving none alive.
"The strength of Flying Spirit Gate is terrifying. Han Changsheng was killed in one move."
"That powerhouse is too terrifying, probably already at the Martial King level."
"I think he's more like a Spirit-being, not a Martial-being."
"That powerhouse stood in mid-air, only Martial Commanders can do that, he is a Martial Commander."
"From now on, it's better we don't provoke anyone from Flying Spirit Gate. Rakshasa Gate is in trouble now, with most of their elite disciples dead, including Xu Fuguan, six elders are gone."
People from afar discussed in astonishment for a long time before leaving.
Time passed slowly, and outside events were unknown to Li Lin, who was healing in seclusion, nor did he need to worry. With the Old Poisoner guarding the gate, Flying Spirit Gate was as solid as ever, unattainable by ordinary forces.
As he healed and recuperated, Li Lin felt his injuries rapidly recovering, expecting to heal days ahead of his initial estimate.
On the same day Flying Spirit Gate annihilated over a hundred elite disciples of the Rakshasa Gate, news of a powerhouse in Flying Spirit Gate spread nearby, surprising many towns.
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At night, within the Rakshasa Gate's grand hall, several people sat, their faces filled with rage mixed with a trace of panic.
"Snap!"
At the head of the hall, Deng Fengliang smashed a side table into pieces with one palm.
"Sect Leader, Elder Han and the others have all been killed, and over a hundred elite disciples are all dead. What do we do now?"
"I didn't expect Flying Spirit Gate's strength to have reached such a level. It seems they are now planning to move against our Rakshasa Gate."
The elders in the hall spoke, each looking rather grim.
"Hmph, if Flying Spirit Gate dares, I'll visit the Ghost Martial Sect first thing tomorrow morning. This vendetta, our Rakshasa Gate must avenge," Deng Fengliang said furiously.
"Sect Leader, can the Ghost Martial Sect really help us take revenge?" A white-robed elder asked.
"Rest assured, elders. We are, after all, an external force of the Ghost Martial Sect. They will not ignore our plight, especially with the secret chambers of the Flying Spirit Gate involved. The Ghost Martial Sect will surely be interested," Deng Fengliang said.
"Sect Leader, it will take more than ten days to travel to and from the Ghost Martial Sect. If the Flying Spirit Gate attacks us during this time, what should we do?" another elder asked.
"I will travel by flying beast, which will take only three days. The Flying Spirit Gate, I must destroy," Deng Fengliang said coldly.
In a continuous range of mountains, towering cloud peaks surrounded by sheer cliffs glimmered, and halfway up the mountains, a vast complex of elegantly carved buildings nestled, turning the originally lush greenery into a pale yellow.
On one of the mountain peaks, where trees were abundant and leaves were falling, conveying a sense of autumn, a chill in the breeze hinted that winter was nearing.
Atop the mountain, a graceful figure danced with a long sword in hand, casting countless sword shadows. The shadows moved like serpents or soared like dragons, their sonic booms incessant.
Leaves twirled in the air, accompanied by the glint of sword light, making the figure's owner appear stunningly beautiful, with a graceful figure that captivated onlookers.
"Clang..."
After a long while, the woman sheathed her sword, her clothes fluttering in the wind, her black hair gently lifting, her gaze solemn with a hint of melancholy.
"Wushuang's skills are getting stronger," a crisp voice came, as two figures sat in the distance, Du Gu Binglan and her maid, Cuiyu.
"Binglan, Cuiyu, stop teasing me," the woman turned and smiled lightly at them, revealing herself as Li Wushuang.
"Wushuang, we wouldn't dare tease you. I heard yesterday you defeated the forty-second ranked on the Dragon List, astonishing many inner elders," Cuiyu said with a smile.
"You girl, don't think I don't know your strength might be no simple matter. Maybe, I'm not even a match for you," Li Wushuang glanced at Cuiyu and laughed.
"Wushuang, you're wronging me. I only know a bit of basic skills," Cuiyu blinked, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous smile.
"Today is his birthday, he's seventeen now..." Li Wushuang gazed into the distance, murmuring.
"Wushuang, whose birthday is it today?" Du Gu Binglan stepped forward and asked.
"Today is Lin'er's birthday, but unfortunately, his life and death are still unknown," Li Wushuang said softly, her brows furrowed, staring at the Qingyue Sword in her hands, her eyes moist.
"Wushuang, don't be too sad. If Lin'er is still alive, he will surely come to the Yunyang Sect," Du Gu Binglan gently said.
"I hope so..." Li Wushuang sighed softly. It had been almost a year with no news. The chance of him being alive was almost zero, or rather, it was impossible. Over the past year, she had to accept this reality.
"Sigh..."
In a cave, Li Lin stopped meditating and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his complexion having regained much of its rosiness.
Feeling that his injuries had healed by about seventy percent, Li Lin smiled slightly, his recovery faster than he had estimated.
"Eh..."
At that moment, Li Lin was slightly surprised as a fluctuation passed through his mind. Quickly packing up the Spirit Jade Bed, he left the cave.
In the back mountain of the Flying Spirit Gate, a tremendous pressure surged to the sky. The surrounding beasts, feeling this immense pressure, lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.
When Li Lin arrived at the back mountain, he saw the Skywing Snow Lion's massive body spiraling in mid-air, an invisible aura enveloping the area, its energy steadily rising.
"Hisss..." The little dragon coiled on Li Lin's shoulder, its small eyes fixed on the Skywing Snow Lion above, hissing continuously.
"Whoosh..."
A figure in a black robe appeared beside Li Lin like lightning, it was Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming. Watching the Skywing Snow Lion in mid-air, he was slightly surprised, saying, "The Skywing Snow Lion is about to break through."
"Yes, it's breaking through," Li Lin said lightly. The Skywing Snow Lion was already a late-stage second-order beast, so its breakthrough wasn't too surprising.
"You've recovered quite quickly from your injuries," Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming then noticed Li Lin's improved complexion, knowing his injuries were no longer serious.
"The injuries weren't too severe," Li Lin smiled slightly, then asked, "Elder Dong, has anything happened these past few days?"
"A few days ago, a nine-layer Martial Soul from the Rakshasa Gate came, along with four others at the Martial Soul level. I took care of them all," Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming said indifferently, as if those people were not his concern.
"A nine-layer Martial Soul." Li Lin frowned slightly, then looked at Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming and said, "It's good that Elder Dong was here to protect the Flying Spirit Gate."
"By the way, I have something to ask you, kid," Soul Summoning Poison Commander Dong Wuming seemed to remember something, staring at Li Lin and asking, "Are you a practitioner of four elements?"