Mythical Cultivation

The warning he heard came from Han Chengbao's two companions. Unfortunately, by the time Han Chengbao realized the danger, it was too late; he had already been enveloped by the Yellow Dragon Bell. Once engulfed by the bell, it would begin to shrink, eventually becoming a small, delicate bell. Simultaneously, the life trapped within would dissolve into a pool of blood, fading into oblivion.

Regardless of the fate of the dark-skinned young man, Han Chengbao, Han Chenghu, on the other side of the battlefield, witnessed the scene as Wu Ming encased him within the bell. While he wasn't entirely clear on the specific effects of the Yellow Dragon Bell, he knew full well that his cousin being trapped within it was definitely not a good thing. Worse still, he hadn't yet defeated the old man surnamed Wang. If he lost another companion, the situation would become extremely unfavorable for them.

Han Chenghu then reduced his attack, attempting to withdraw from the battlefield and rescue his cousin. However, how could the old man surnamed Wang allow him to succeed so easily? Seeing that the enemy had lost a man, and now Han Chenghu wanted to run to rescue his accomplice, he naturally would not sit idly by and let him go.

The old man risked even more serious injuries to stop Han Chenghu from rescuing his companions. Han Chenghu, seeing that the old man surnamed Wang would not let him rescue, also poured all his anger on the old man.

"Since you won't let me go to save people, don't blame me for being rude."

After Han Chenghu finished speaking, the flying sword's attack intensified, causing the old man to cough up blood repeatedly. Furthermore, Han Chenghu formed a seal with one hand, and a stream of water arrows shot towards the old man, making the old man's defense even more insignificant. The young man beside him watched the old man's wounds deepen, and tears flowed uncontrollably. If he were not so young and had not yet begun to cultivate Qi, he would have wanted to step forward and fight against the enemy together with Grandpa Wang.

Wu Ming had trapped the dark-skinned youth to quickly resolve the battle so he could help the old man, whose condition he had been observing. Han Chengbao, the dark-skinned youth, was the only one of the three besieging him who posed a threat, so he wanted to trap him first and then deal with him after he had dealt with his two companions.

The Qingfeng Sword turned and rushed towards the two men suppressed by the Golden Light Sword. The two men on the side were already struggling under the pressure of Wu Ming's Golden Light Sword. They had hoped their companions would quickly eliminate their opponents, but they hadn't expected to fall into trouble first. Now, seeing another flying sword flying towards them, they were so scared that they wanted to run away, but they didn't dare to. They just hoped their companions could escape as soon as possible.

The addition of the Qingfeng Sword made the already difficult situation even more difficult. Within a few breaths, several wounds appeared on both of their bodies, especially the cultivator without a protective magic weapon, whose speed gradually slowed down.

Wu Ming naturally couldn't miss such an opportunity! In an instant, the Qingfeng Sword suddenly accelerated, darting like lightning, slashing straight at the monk's neck. Amidst the flash of the sword, there was a soft "puff" sound, and then a bloody head tumbled to the ground. The head bounced a few times before finally coming to rest not far from the corpse.

At this moment, the entire scene was unusually quiet, and everyone was stunned by the scene before them. They had not expected Wu Ming's swordsmanship to be so superb that he could instantly kill a powerful cultivator on the spot.

The other monk was also terrified upon seeing this. He knew that neither of them was a match for the other, and since he was alone, he probably would be defeated by his companions in just a few rounds.

He took out a fiery red bead from his storage bag and threw it at Wu Ming who was attacking him. Then he picked up his flying sword, used his body skills, and headed towards Han Chenghu without looking back. He didn't even take back the protective magic weapon, the Snow Soul Bead.

After Wu Ming beheaded an enemy, he became more aggressive with his Golden Sword. He planned to get rid of the two as quickly as possible, and then deal with the enemy in the Yellow Dragon Bell. Because a trace of his mind was always attached to the Yellow Dragon Bell, he could feel that the dark-skinned young man was about to escape, and then he would face two opponents again, so he had to deal with the two enemies outside first.

Just as the Golden Sword slashed towards the Snow Soul Pearl once again, Wu Ming suddenly sensed a dangerous aura. Without a second thought, he quickly summoned his Black Tortoise Shield. Then, a resounding explosion echoed through the sky, and the area within a hundred meters of where Wu Ming stood was engulfed in flames. It was the red pearl thrown by the surviving cultivator he had just fought.

"Fire Flame Pearl, Han Zifeng, you actually have such a treasure hidden, why didn't you take it out earlier?"

These words came from Han Chenghu, who had been watching the battlefield since one of his tribesmen had been killed. He then saw another tribesman, Han Zifeng, throw a fiery red bead. The bead's explosion, followed by a shower of flames, allowed him to identify the bead's origins. It was a secret treasure that could only be refined by Foundation Establishment cultivators—the Fire Flame Bead.

With the explosion of the Flame Pearl, Han Chengbao finally escaped. He was met with a sky-high blaze, his entire body aglow with flames. Luckily, the Sun Flame Mirror had been protecting him, or else he would have been injured by the blaze. However, he could feel his True Energy rapidly dwindling, and he couldn't hold out for more than a few breaths. It seemed the flames were incredibly powerful, and frightened, he quickly left their range.

He was almost free when he suddenly felt the magic weapon that was trapping him lose its power, as if someone was attacking it from outside. He initially thought it was his cousin trying to rescue him, so he increased his attack. With the combined power of the two, he finally escaped from the bell.

The Huanglong Bell was within the explosion range. In order to resist the power of the Fire Flame Pearl, Wu Ming, of course, focused on defending himself and had no time to care about the Huanglong Bell. That was why Han Chengbao felt that the Huanglong Bell seemed to be under attack.

Han Chengbao, who had just left the sky full of flames, happened to hear his cousin Han Chenghu's words and realized that Han Zifeng had used a secret treasure, the Fire Flame Pearl. No wonder the place was filled with flames and was so powerful. After hearing Han Chenghu's question, Han Chengbao immediately pressed Han Zifeng.

"Han Zifeng, you have this kind of treasure, and you're still hiding it. Do you have evil intentions and want to see me killed by the enemy?"

Facing the two's pressing questions, Han Zifeng knew this would happen. He had never felt a strong sense of belonging to the family, and was even less interested in the current infighting between the main branches. If it weren't for the family mission, he wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess. After accepting the mission, he spent most of his time slacking off, but the others didn't notice.

As a result, after he was forced to use a Fire Bead, he knew that things were heading in an unpredictable direction.