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Yan Zhen, who had always been indifferent and calm, finally moved.
He was angry, a surge of unnamed fury burning from his feet to his heart.
Yan Zhen's greatest taboo was the disciples of Zuo Wang Peak.
The other party had the audacity to target his junior sister. Yan Zhao's sword, like his rage, pointed directly at Liu Wande.
But someone was faster than him. Zuo Dao charged toward those disciples without a word.
During his battle with Bull Fury, his True Martial Body had already begun to boil with blood. Halfway through, provoked by the killing intent of Zheng Xiaofeng and others, he completely erupted.
He had been holding back; even when Zheng Xiaofeng spoke, he still restrained himself. But a single remark from Liu Wanfeng drove him mad.
Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, by the time Zheng Xiaofeng and the others reacted, seven or eight people had already fallen on the field, and judging by the situation, they were unlikely to survive.
Zuo Dao had no noble virtues; he targeted those below the Meridian Refinement realm. The senior brothers couldn’t act, but he had no bottom line. He swept through the enemy ranks like cutting grass.
Liu Wanfeng wanted to move, but Yan Zhen had already locked onto him.
Divine Warrior Peak, Sword Edge, and Leopard Peak combined had six Nurturing True Essence cultivators. Just as they were about to act, six Nurturing Origin Realm opponents leaped out from the other side. How could they fight now? Yan Hong didn’t make a move; although she wanted nothing more than to slap Liu Wanfeng twice, she held back.
She stood quietly in front of the disciples of Wulao Peak because they needed her protection. Most of them were injured and lacked the strength of their usual five layers; outnumbered by the enemy, she chose to stay behind.
Aside from Zuo Dao, who had already started killing, Yan Zhen and others unleashed their Nurturing True Essence energy, each locking onto their respective opponents.
Liu Wanfeng was Yan Zhen's target; no one contested him for that. Muzhu Yao faced Zheng Xiaofeng; she had wanted to kill him for a long time.
Purple Dragon confronted Kuang Jie, Teng Chong faced one remaining Nurturing Origin Realm disciple from Divine Warrior Peak, while Ping took on someone from Sword Peak. Yan Zi had no demands; as long as there was a fight, she was satisfied with that last opponent being hers.
Meanwhile, Zuo Dao ruthlessly harvested the lives of Three Peak Disciples without leaving a single survivor. After killing several more people, Zheng Xiaofeng and others felt utterly despondent.
Zheng Xiaofeng's two disciples at the Ninth Level of Meridian Refinement fell under Zuo Dao's sword. The disciples from Sword Peak and Leopard Peak who rushed to stop him also lost one disciple each to Zuo Dao's blade.
What the hell, another Nurturing Origin Realm, and an excessively young boy at that, a shameless youth.
They wanted to rush forward to stop Zuo Dao but were all blocked.
Yan Zhen, furious, drew his sword, which was infused with his anger, and charged at Liu Wanfeng. He had practiced swordsmanship for over ten years, spending the first few years learning from others' techniques. It was only after his junior brothers appeared that he began to forge his own path.
Yan Zhen was a straightforward person, so the path he chose was equally simple. He was the eldest brother of Zuo Dao and the eldest brother of Zuo Wang Peak. Therefore, he chose to protect—protect Zuo Wang Peak and everything related to it.
Those who touch the reverse scales—he used the sword in his hand to cut through the mundane world.
It was this simple sword that left Liu Wanfeng gasping for breath. Because it was too simple, every time Liu Wanfeng thought he could block or counter it, he found himself unable to do so.
He often sparred with the disciples of Sword Peak but had never encountered such a situation. What seemed like a straightforward thrust would suddenly transform into a sweeping strike. The simple swordplay became unpredictable, forcing Liu Wanfeng into a defensive position.
Different movements required different methods of exerting force; this was universally acknowledged among cultivators. If one forced it, it would inevitably cause damage to their meridians or body.
Yet Liu Wanfeng noticed that his opponent had forcibly used this technique at least a dozen times without any sign of strain or reaction.
He couldn't hold it back; he couldn't resist. The result of being unable to resist was severe injury. Yan Zhen struck Liu Wanfeng with overwhelming force.
At the same time, Purple Dragon and Kuang Jie unleashed their true fire. The Rising Dragon Dominance from Wulao Peak made Purple Dragon appear incredibly imposing, with a dragon-shaped aura flickering behind him. Kuang Jie from Leopard Peak lived up to his reputation as the newly promoted top disciple, displaying fierce techniques. The two were evenly matched but engaged in a bloody struggle; whoever faltered first would be the loser of this battle.
Zheng Xiaofeng fared even worse; having already suffered losses at Muzhu Yao's hands, he had improved since then but still fell short. The Demon Transformation Technique was specifically developed by Wulao Peak for Muzhu Yao. Coupled with Muzhu Yao's pent-up energy from previous battles, the fight turned into a one-sided massacre.
The rest of the battlefield saw no surprises as all battles concluded quickly. Yan Hong intervened several times, repelling multiple attacks aimed at the disciples of Wulao Peak. Her involvement thoroughly extinguished her opponents' fighting spirit.
What kind of team is this? They actually have eight Nurturing Origin Realm cultivators hidden among them. While Nurturing True Essence warriors aren't common, there's no need for so many to appear at once; we only managed to produce six through the combined efforts of three peaks.
The disciples from the three peaks felt frustrated and wounded because there was an even more shameless Nurturing Origin Realm cultivator targeting them mercilessly, attacking with lethal intent.
Zuo Dao killed with great enthusiasm and efficiency. He discovered that with each person he killed, a surge of inexplicable power flooded into him; the more he killed, the purer the power became. Now, his consumption could not keep up with the replenishment of the Nameless Power.
"Could it be the experience mentioned in legends?" Zuo Dao wondered.
"But it seems I didn't bring any amazing system with me when I came here."
He decided it must just be a stroke of luck.
Liu Wanfeng had already lost all combat ability, lying on the ground, his life uncertain.
Zheng Xiaofeng was beaten to a pulp by Muzhu Yao, having his limbs broken and his meridians severed with a single strike, left to fend for himself.
Teng Chong, Ping, and Yan Zi, who had finished their battles early, had spread out to keep an eye on the Three Peak Disciples, ensuring they wouldn't escape.
Zuo Dao was like a madman in his killing spree, yet he remained untainted by blood. He descended upon the world like a demon, a judge from the heavens. His strikes were relentless, his sword stained with blood.
It wasn't until the last of the Three Peak Disciples fell that he let out a long howl, a surge of momentum erupting from within him.
There was the sharpness of metal, the vitality of wood, the gentleness of water, the ferocity of fire, and the weightiness of earth.
The powerful aura formed by these five elements stunned everyone present; they felt an overwhelming pressure that suppressed both body and mind completely.
Fortunately, this aura came quickly and faded just as fast. When Zuo Dao regained his composure, he noticed an odd atmosphere in the air. Everyone was staring at him as if they had encountered an alien.
"Is it really necessary to look at me like that just because I broke through?"
Zuo Dao feigned innocence, his expression as pure as could be, as if everything happening had nothing to do with him.
"Your breakthrough? I made your breakthrough!!!"
Fire Phoenix Yan Zi walked over and delivered a flurry of punches to his face.
The two fighters were also taken aback by Zuo Dao's breakthrough, but whether it was joy or sorrow could be seen from the expressions of those present. Purple Dragon seized the moment when Kuang Jie’s emotions wavered, forcefully breaking through Kuang Jie’s defenses and delivering a punch that shattered his heart.
“I made your breakthrough happen!” Ping Shang kicked Zuo Dao in the rear.
Teng Chong patted him on the shoulder.
“Great breakthrough!”
Yan Zhen and Yan Hong smiled at him.
However, Muzhu Yao was shouting in frustration.
“I can’t take this anymore! Is this even fair? I’ve had no reaction for three years, and you just go around killing people and break through! And you did it with a big Breakthrough!”
With the help of the nameless energy, Zuo Dao jumped several levels in one go, smoothly reaching the Fate Wheel Realm, commonly known as a Cultivator.
But Zuo Dao knew that his breakthrough was not to the Fate Wheel Realm, nor was it to become a Cultivator.
It was to the Qi Refinement Level, the realm of Qi Practitioners.
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