"Let's go." With Li XinTong by his side, the Soul Beckoning Poisonous Commander Dong WuMing appeared in front of Li Lin, feeling the aura emanating from Li Lin, Dong WuMing had become numb, his strength had increased monstrously.

After giving a few instructions to Hu NanSheng, Li Lin and the Soul Beckoning Poisonous Commander Dong Wu quickly took off on the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion towards JiuHua Sect, while Hu NanSheng stayed behind in Tuan Mountain Town to organize everything.

"Hu hu..."

The Heavenly Winged Snow Lion flapped its wings, moving at an extremely fast speed, with the air currents around them howling past.

"Snow Lion, faster." Li Lin urged.

"Roar roar..."

The Heavenly Winged Snow Lion let out a deep roar, its wings flapping even more urgently, increasing its speed once again.

"The Heavenly Winged Snow Lion seems to have grown much stronger, like it's about to break through." Sitting on the back of the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion, Dong WuMing commented, feeling the aura of the Snow Lion.

"Old Dong, to what level can the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion's bloodline break through?" Li Lin asked.

"Eighth level, I suppose. But after reaching the fourth level, the cultivation speed of the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion will slow down a lot. Before the fourth level, generally speaking, the cultivation speed of all demonic beasts is very fast, which is their innate talent," Dong WuMing explained.

Li Lin nodded slightly. The Heavenly Spirit Record also mentioned that when demonic beasts reach the fourth level, they need to condense demonic cores. Demonic beasts with poor bloodlines can never condense a demonic core in their lifetime, meaning they can only stay at the third or fourth level. This is a hurdle for all demonic beasts.

After condensing a demonic core, the demonic beast would advance to the fourth-level demonic beast. However, after reaching the fourth-level demonic beast, the cultivation speed would slow down significantly. Heaven is fair; demonic beasts' bodies are much stronger than humans, so their cultivation speed is slower.

Li Lin was already preparing to cultivate medicinal herbs and other materials to help his demonic beasts break through.

The three of them rode on the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion, slicing through the air like lightning. The Snow Lion's speed had already reached its limit.

JiuHua Sect, located at the edge of the ancient domain near the Misty Mountain Range, was a relatively well-known sect with over a thousand disciples, including over a dozen Martial Soul experts and two Martial Generals, making its strength enough to rank in the forefront of third-rate forces.

JiuHua Sect was situated within JiuHua Mountain, which stretched for hundreds of miles, with the sect's main gate located on the highest peak, JiuHua Peak. The terrain here was treacherous, making it easy to defend but hard to attack.

In the afternoon, the early spring sun was not too dazzling, and a troop of iron cavalry came galloping, raising a cloud of dust.

"Elder Zheng, JiuHua Sect is just ahead. Why haven't the Sect Master and the Great Elder arrived yet?" Chang Lei said.

"The Sect Master and the Great Elder should be here soon. We'll rush over first. The Sect Master has the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion, which is much faster than us," Zheng Ying said.

"Drive..."

The group spurred their horses and galloped away, the disciples of Flying Spirit Sect were somewhat nervous, but more excited.

Moments later, a huge mountain peak loomed in the distance, signifying the arrival at JiuHua Sect.

"Sect Master, it's been so long, and Elder Lei still hasn't returned. Could something have happened?" In the spacious hall of JiuHua Sect, about a dozen elders were discussing the matter with Mo TianWen.

"Elder Lei, with his eightfold Martial Soul cultivation, should have no problem dealing with a mere Martial Master, unless something unexpected happened," Mo TianWen said with a serious expression, losing an eightfold Martial Soul was a big blow to JiuHua Sect. Among the dozen or so elders in JiuHua Sect, there were only two with eightfold Martial Soul and one with ninefold. The rest were at the fourth or fifth level of Martial Soul, and a few were only at the first or second level.

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"Could it be that the people from Ghost Martial Sect have intervened?" A blue-robed elder said grimly.

"That shouldn't be the case. It's more likely that some other unexpected event has occurred," Mo TianWen pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Sect Master, it's not good. Hundreds of people are rushing towards our JiuHua Sect with murderous intent," a Martial Master level disciple rushed into the hall where Mo TianWen was discussing Elder Lei's situation and said anxiously.

"Who are they, and how far away are they?" Mo TianWen's expression changed drastically.

"Sect Master, it's unclear who they are, but they're just dozens of miles away," the disciple of JiuHua Sect replied.

"Elder Zhao, go and investigate immediately on the flying demonic beast," Mo TianWen said gravely, turning to an elder in a yellow robe beside him.

"Yes, Sect Master." The person responded and immediately left the hall.

"Everyone, get ready. We'll go down the mountain to see who dares to come to our JiuHua Sect so aggressively," Mo TianWen said coldly.

"Hu..."

Above JiuHua Mountain, three flying demonic beasts soared out, each carrying about fifty disciples, with Elder Zhao, who had just left the hall, leading the way.

A sound of rumbling approached, and Zheng Ying and others had already arrived at the foot of JiuHua Mountain.

"Flying demonic beasts." Seeing the three huge flying demonic beasts in the sky, the hundreds of disciples were somewhat taken aback, staring at the sky, feeling a bit shocked. These were third-level flying demonic beasts, Windbreaker Egrets, with a blue body and wings spanning hundreds of meters in length and width. Their sharp beaks, several meters long, shone with a cold light. The presence of these third-level demonic beasts was formidable.

"I thought who it was, Zheng Ying, it turns out to be people from your Flying Spirit Sect. What brings you to our JiuHua Sect?" Elder Zhao, upon seeing that it was people from Flying Spirit Sect, relaxed and shouted arrogantly from atop the Windbreaker Egret.

"How come the Sect Master hasn't arrived yet?" The faces of the three elders from Flying Spirit Sect darkened. This was troublesome. Without the Sect Master and the Great Elder, their few hundred people couldn't do anything to JiuHua Sect. With the opponent having flying demonic beasts, they couldn't even run away.

"Zhao DaHu, your JiuHua Sect elders ambushed our Sect Master. Today, you must give us, Flying Spirit Sect, an explanation," Zheng Ying said sternly, suppressing her anger and shouting loudly.

Elder Zhao's expression changed visibly. They had just been discussing Elder Lei's situation, indicating that something unexpected had indeed happened. With a grave expression, he retorted, "Nonsense. You say that JiuHua Sect's elders ambushed your Sect Master, but where is the evidence? Baseless accusations. Our JiuHua Sect doesn't need to stoop to such tactics. If we want to eliminate Flying Spirit Sect, we can do so openly and honorably."

Zheng Ying was taken aback; she indeed had no evidence, having only heard it from the Sect Master. At a loss for words, a cold snort suddenly echoed from afar: "Eliminate Flying Spirit Sect, and you think JiuHua Sect is qualified?"

Hearing this voice, the previously disheartened disciples of Flying Spirit Sect suddenly became excited. They recognized the voice as their Sect Master's.

"Hu hu..."

A white streak of light whizzed through the air, and in an instant, a gigantic white flying demonic beast circled above the crowd. Three figures stood on it, an old man and a young man radiating coldness, with a little girl in the middle blinking her big eyes, looking ahead, and a small yellow snake coiled around her shoulder.

With the appearance of the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion, the three Windbreaker Egrets from JiuHua Sect immediately became restless.

"Greetings, Sect Master." The disciples of Flying Spirit Sect didn't dismount but paid their respects respectfully.

"This kid isn't dead." Seeing Li Lin, Elder Zhao's face changed drastically. He had been with Mo TianWen at Ghost Martial Sect and recognized Li Lin.

"Li Lin, you, a mere Flying Spirit Sect, dare to intrude on our JiuHua Sect. What do you intend to do?" Staring at Li Lin, Elder Zhao's expression darkened, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Dong WuMing, feeling a chill from the aura of this black-robed elder.

"We're here to eliminate your JiuHua Sect," Li Lin said with a sinister smile.

"Ha ha, eliminate JiuHua Sect? Am I hearing this right? Just you guys?" Elder Zhao burst into laughter, looking down at the more than three hundred disciples of Flying Spirit Sect. In terms of numbers and strength, they were no match for JiuHua Sect.

"A mere JiuHua Sect, a bunch of ants. It seems you're tired of living," Dong WuMing coldly huffed.

Elder Zhao, feeling the aura of Dong WuMing, became angry but dared not speak out, sensing extreme danger from this person.

However, a young Martial Master beside him, unaware of the gravity of the situation, shouted angrily, "Who do you think you are? You're the ones tired of living. Our JiuHua Sect is not something your insignificant Flying Spirit Sect can contend with!"

As soon as the young Martial Master spoke, Elder Zhao's face changed drastically. This young man was none other than the Sect Master's only son, who had insisted on coming to see the excitement. Sensing the aura of the black-robed elder, Elder Zhao had no confidence and was waiting for the Sect Master and other elders to arrive. If not for his caution towards the black-robed elder, he would have acted long ago.

As Elder Zhao's expression shifted, Dong WuMing, instead of getting angry, smiled and coldly said to the young Martial Master, "People of JiuHua Sect really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Well, it's my turn to teach you a lesson."

As soon as Dong WuMing spoke, his figure remained still, but a wave of invisible spatial fluctuations spread out around him, an eerie and cold aura instantly permeating the area.

At that moment, on the back of the Windbreaker Egret, countless black tendrils suddenly spread out from thin air, enveloping the young Martial Master.

"Be careful, young Sect Master!" Elder Zhao's face turned pale, realizing that the young Martial Master had provoked a formidable opponent. His hands formed seals instantly, and two beams of light shot out, colliding with the attack.