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Third-Grade High-Level Demon Beast, Bitter Toad., Bitter Toad.
Wang Yi's feelings of frustration instantly vanished, replaced by overwhelming joy.
"Not good, time is running out." Wang Yi looked up; dusk was fading, and the red clouds were dispersing. There was less than an hour and a half left.
Whoosh!
A beam of green light shot out, moving at an incredible speed, like a bolt of green lightning.
The Bitter Toad, which had been croaking loudly, didn't have time to react; its voice abruptly stopped as a spray of blood appeared on its snow-white neck.
Wang Yi no longer hesitated and immediately flew toward the Bitter Toad.
Swish swish swish!
Suddenly, a sound like arrows piercing through the air came from behind him.
Bang bang bang!
The Azure Flow Sword danced furiously, with terrifying sword lights shooting out in all directions, the sound of clashing ringing continuously as crossbow bolts scattered.
Wang Yi's heart tightened as he looked over and saw that from a thousand meters away in the jungle, a dense rain of crossbow bolts was being shot out, terrifying like locusts, turning the air into a net of projectiles.
Ah!
Wang Yi's eyes turned blood-red as he let out an angry roar, his black hair flying wildly as if a demon god had descended. With little time left, if he delayed even for a moment, not only would he fail to obtain the Bitter Toad Saliva, but Niu Meng would also undoubtedly die. Therefore, he unleashed the Lingjian Technique, this killing move. The sword shadows filled the air densely, and the sword lights formed a net that instantly obliterated the incoming crossbow bolts.
Soon after, large groups of men in black wielding swords charged forward.
Ahhh!
Screams echoed, heads soared, blood stained the sky, and rivers of blood flowed.
Wang Yi's face was filled with killing intent, his eyes bloodshot as if soaked in blood, with only one thought in his mind: there was no time left.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The number of black-clad figures increased, reaching over a hundred, and each black-clad person's strength was that of an Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artist, terrifyingly powerful. They surrounded Wang Yi completely, preventing him from advancing even half a step toward Bitter Toad.
"Hehe, Wang Yi, I didn't expect you to be here today." A proud, sharp, and piercing voice suddenly came from behind the crowd of black-clad figures.
"Zhao Shanyu, Zhou Yu, it's you two. Is this all part of your scheme?" Wang Yi glared at the two young men before him, his face filled with killing intent as he spoke coldly and ruthlessly.
"Hmph, Wang Yi, you're not wrong. Everything has been planned by us; we were just waiting for this moment. You, a mere country bumpkin, repeatedly opposing me is truly deserving of death." Zhao Shanyu coldly stared at Wang Yi and said, "There is still an hour and a half left. It will take at least an hour to return to Kaiyang Sect from here. You won't be able to save Niu Meng. But don't worry; I will let you see Niu Meng because today, you will also die." His voice turned deep and icy at the end.
"Hmph, Wang Yi, do you remember what I said before? The next time we meet will be your day of death." Zhou Yu said coldly. "Kill!"
Before his words faded, over a hundred black-clad figures roared and charged at Wang Yi with their swords raised.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The Azure Flow Sword was indeed a low-grade divine weapon; it sealed the throat upon seeing blood. Coupled with the Lingjian Technique, it was unstoppable. As swords clashed, they shattered instantly.
"Azure Flow Sword? So it was you!" Zhao Shanyu was taken aback upon seeing the Azure Flow Sword in Wang Yi's hand and then coldly said.
"You killed them; you deserve to die," Zhou Yu said coldly.
Ahhh!
The sword light flickered, and the sound of screams filled the air as blood flowed everywhere. The black soil and filthy cement were stained red, and one by one, the figures in black fell into the swamp.
Whoosh!
A flash of sword light shot out, and with a whoosh, Zhao Shanyu let out a scream as his left arm was severed by the Azure Flow Sword's blade.
Zhao Shanyu emitted a piercing cry, glaring venomously at Wang Yi, and roared, "Kill him! Kill him, Wang Yi! I want to peel your tendons off one by one!"
Zhou Yu was also taken aback. Wang Yi was a powerful figure at the Seventh Layer of Yuan Realm; how could they, mere Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artists, withstand him? He immediately commanded the eight Green-Clad Men behind him, who had yet to make a move, to attack.
The eight Green-Clad Men shouted in unison and launched their attacks, using their signature techniques against Wang Yi.
All eight were Yuanjing Eightfold Warriors, the greatest support Zhou Yu had brought this time.
Unfortunately, what they did not expect was that Wang Yi had already broken through to the Sevenfold level and was no longer what he used to be. With a single thrust of his sword, one Green-Clad Man clutched his throat, eyes wide in disbelief as he fell into the filthy water.
Zhou Yu and Zhao Shanyu were both horrified. A Ninefold Origin Realm warrior was killed by Wang Yi with just one sword strike?
"Hahaha, Wang Yi, the seven-day deadline is approaching. I only need to keep you here for a short while. Even if you rush back to Kaiyang Sect then, it won't matter; Niu Meng is doomed," Zhao Shanyu snarled viciously, his right hand tightly clutching his severed left arm as he howled mercilessly.
"The Eight Guardians obey my command. You do not need to kill this person; just hold him here for a short while," Zhou Yu said. Seeing Wang Yi's incredible strength—within moments, over a hundred black-clad figures had dwindled to just over twenty—he felt a sense of urgency.
At this moment, the ground was littered with corpses; the black soil had long since turned red.
"Roar!" Wang Yi shouted in anger; it was too late. Time was of the essence. With a ringing sound of the sword, the Azure Flow Sword soared up and swept down with its radiant light. The last twenty black-clad figures fell one after another to the ground like weeds. The seven Green-Clad Men quickly retreated but still surrounded Wang Yi in the center, unable to escape.
Wang Yi struck with both palms, instantly creating an overwhelming vortex of energy. Stagnation Force, Suction, and gravity all descended upon the seven Green-Clad Men simultaneously.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Three Green-Clad Men let out a terrible scream and died instantly.
"Since that's the case, you will all stay here to accompany Niu Meng in death." Wang Yi's killing intent surged, his face covered in blood, resembling a demon. His blood-red gaze instilled fear in others, making him exceptionally terrifying.
Zhou Yu and Zhao Shanyu were greatly shocked; they never expected Wang Yi to be so formidable. The Yuanjing Eightfold Warrior was like an ant to him, easily crushed.
"Let's go."
Seeing another Green-Clad Man die at Wang Yi's hands, Zhou Yu and Zhao Shanyu were already terrified beyond belief. They hurriedly commanded each other. Although killing Niu Meng and Wang Yi was important, their own lives were even more crucial. It would be utterly unworthy to sacrifice their lives just to kill Wang Yi.
The six Green-Clad Men were also frightened to the core by Wang Yi and dared not confront him. They could only channel all their Vital Energy to resist the three strange forces. Upon hearing Zhou Yu's words, they felt invigorated and immediately used all their skills to escape from Wang Yi's vortex of energy, protecting the injured Zhou Yu and the terrified Zhou Yu as they retreated in another direction.
At this moment, Wang Yi had no time to think further. He immediately gave up on the pursuit, took out the Bitter Toad Saliva, and rushed towards Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
In fact, Wang Yi had also consumed a significant amount of Vital Energy. Although he possessed the strength to slay Ninth Layer warriors, dealing with eight Ninefold Origin Realm warriors was far beyond his capabilities. Moreover, his thoughts were on Niu Meng, so he could only watch helplessly as Zhou Yu and the others escaped.
Kaiyang Sect.
Wang Yi, dressed in blood-stained clothes, rushed in without anyone daring to stop him. He burst into Niu Meng's room and handed the Bitter Toad Saliva to Zhou Deyu, shouting, "Hurry!"
Zhou Deyu and the others were taken aback and quickly took the Bitter Toad Saliva to administer it to Niu Meng, who lay unconscious on the bed.
"Master, will Niu Meng wake up?" Wang Yi asked anxiously.
"If you delay even a moment longer, he will undoubtedly die," Zhou Deyu sighed deeply. His tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed as he looked at the blood-soaked Wang Yi and said, "You've worked hard."
Chu Yixuan and Lin Chao also offered words of comfort.
"As long as Niu Meng can wake up, I will be at ease," Wang Yi said joyfully. Taking a deep breath, he realized that Zhao Shanyu had lost an arm at his hands and that Zhou Yu now harbored murderous intent against him. Would those two let this matter rest?
Hmm!
Suddenly, a faint sigh escaped from the pale-faced Niu Meng's lips. Wang Yi was overjoyed, but when he saw Niu Meng slowly open his eyes and murmur, "Where am I? Didn't I die?"
"Fortunately, Wang Yi found Bitter Toad Saliva in time; otherwise, if it had been even a moment later, you would have truly died," Zhou Deyu said, stroking his beard and smiling.
"Niu Meng, it's so great that you woke up," Lin Chao exclaimed joyfully.
Chu Yixuan was also thrilled, but the happiest of all was Wang Yi, who gave Niu Meng a bear hug and said, "Good brother, I'm so glad you're okay."
"Big brother," Niu Meng said happily, suddenly realizing something as he slapped his forehead. "I remember now; it was that bastard Zhao Shanyu who did this."
"Bastard! I want to kill him," Niu Meng jumped up eagerly. However, before he could get up completely, he let out a scream and fell back onto the bed.
"You just took Bitter Toad Saliva; you still need time to recuperate. You should rest for a few days first," Zhou Deyu chuckled.
Wang Yi also comforted Niu Meng, who cursed a few times before finally lying down to sleep.
A night passed without incident.
The next day, Morning.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The Nine Yang Bell rang.
Something significant was happening.
Wang Yi stood quietly in the courtyard, took a deep breath, and murmured, "What is meant to come will eventually come." With that, he headed towards the Martial Arts Plaza.
Martial Arts Plaza.
More than five hundred Inner Sect Disciples were neatly arranged on the field, except for Niu Meng, who had not yet recovered from his injuries.
"What happened? Why has the Nine Yang Bell rung again?"
"Yeah, it's really strange. In previous years, the Nine Yang Bell ringing once was already rare, but now it has rung consecutively."
"Look, it's Yang Shiqi coming, along with the heads of the Zhou Family and Zhao Family from the Three Great Families of Xiangzhou!"
Suddenly, someone exclaimed.
There stood Yang Shiqi, dressed in official attire, expressionless, accompanied by two distinguished-looking middle-aged men. Both exuded a powerful aura that was captivating. Dozens of Yuanjing Warriors followed behind them.
"Isn't that Zhou Yan, the head of the Zhou Family, and Zhao Ren, the head of the Zhao Family?" Someone recognized the two middle-aged men.
At this moment, Liu Bei, accompanied by more than ten elders from Kaiyang Sect, stepped forward to welcome Yang Shiqi and others into the Kaiyang Palace.
"Greetings, Lord Yang," Liu Bei said with cupped hands. The other elders also paid their respects.
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