Mythical Cultivation

Although Wu Ming and his four companions had lower cultivation levels than the four opponents, they were now suppressing the opponents due to their numerical advantage and tacit cooperation. The four members of the Zheng family were beaten back step by step and were covered with wounds.

"My fellow Taoists, we have no hatred or grudge against each other. Why are you attacking us?" The leading gray-robed young man said to Wu Ming and the other three with an angry look on his face.

"No grudges? Do you know that the person you are besieging is our fellow disciple? If we had arrived a step later, he would probably be a corpse." Zhao Xiaohai shouted angrily.

The man on the other side heard this and his expression changed slightly, as if he wanted to say something. But Wu Ming interrupted him and said, "There's no need to waste time talking to them. Since they've already taken action, even if there's no grudge, there's still a grudge. Let's deal with them quickly so that we can go see how Huang Hao is doing."

After hearing Wu Ming's words, several people realized that there was really no need to say more to them, and instead concentrated on attacking.

Wu Ming and his four companions unleashed the Sword Light Splitting Technique. Countless sword beams flew from their hands, instantly forming a rain of swords that descended upon the four opposing forces. These sword beams continuously split in mid-air, transforming into even more densely packed sword beams, like a swarm of bees, leaving no escape. While these sword beams were not as powerful as Huang Hao's previous display, their sheer number and overwhelming momentum doubled the pressure on the four opposing forces.

The four members of the Zheng family wore solemn expressions as they unleashed their own defensive magic tools, attempting to block the overwhelming sword light. However, these sword lights, like a swarm of locusts, shredded their defenses in just a few breaths.

"Not good!" one of them exclaimed, and quickly cast a spell, trying to escape the rain of swords. Fortunately, their magic weapon bought them a few breaths of time, and they escaped dozens of feet in an instant, trying to escape without even looking back.

However, Wu Ming and his four companions were well prepared. They quickly turned around and appeared in front of them like a ghost, blocking their way.

"Want to run? That's not that easy!" Wu Ming sneered, the sword in his hand flashed, and he swung it out again, aiming straight at the opponent's throat.

One of the Zheng family members was unable to dodge in time and let out a shrill scream on the spot, blood splattered everywhere, and finally he fell in a pool of blood.

This scene shocked the other three people. They didn't expect that the other party would be so cruel and ruthless, with no intention of letting them go.

In this brief moment of daze, Hou Tiancheng and the other two took advantage of the opportunity and attacked at the same time. Another person was beheaded in an instant, and the head rolled to the side.

"You forced me to do this!" The gray-robed young man opened his eyes wide and glared at Wu Ming and others fiercely, his eyes full of resentment and murderous intent.

The four of them were all from the same clan and usually had a close relationship. Now that they had lost two of their companions at once, how could he not be furious? If he hadn't been injured by Huang Hao before, with his eighth-level Qi Refining cultivation, facing these four seventh-level Qi Refining cultivators should have been a piece of cake.

But now, being hunted down by four men, he was in such a state of panic that his anger had reached its peak that he could no longer suppress it. At this moment, he no longer cared about anything else but to escape the current predicament as quickly as possible and avenge his fallen companions.

The gray-robed youth slapped his storage bag, revealing a bottle of elixirs and a pitch-black short blade. He pulled out a pill and swallowed it immediately, then raised the short blade and charged at Wu Ming and the other three. He then said to the last remaining member of the tribe, "Leave first and join the rest of the tribe."

The tribesman hesitated, then nodded and turned to leave. He knew he couldn't help much by staying, so he might as well seek help from other tribesmen. The gray-robed young man watched the tribesmen leave, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He knew today might be his death, but he also wanted to make Wu Ming and the others pay the price.

He channeled his inner essence with all his might, activating his defensive spiritual weapon. He simultaneously swung the short blade in his hand, and a beam of black light shot out from it, striking Wu Ming and the other three. The pill he had just swallowed was one that could temporarily incinerate blood to heal injuries, though it could only last a dozen or so breaths. But that was enough. As long as he could recover, coupled with the short blade in his hand, he was confident he could kill the four men in a few breaths and then leave calmly.

His wounds healed rapidly, and his weakened state returned to normal. A powerful aura emanated from him. The short blade in his hand shone with a strange black light, seemingly imbued with endless murderous intent. Wu Ming and the others sensed this powerful aura, and their expressions grew solemn.

They all used their own methods, and four flying swords slashed towards the young man, trying to block the attack of the gray-robed young man.

At the same time, the gray-robed young man swung the short blade in his hand again, and a powerful black light shot out, like a giant black dragon, pouncing towards Wu Ming and the other four with its fangs and claws.

It turned out that this short blade was a reward he had received during a family competition. It was a magical weapon that could block the full force of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. This wasn't some kind of talisman that barely managed to reach the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but rather a genuine, full force attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He wouldn't have used it unless it was a matter of life and death; it was his last resort.

Wu Ming and the others watched as the young man's wounds healed quickly after swallowing a pill, but they weren't overly worried. After all, the four of them weren't injured, so it wasn't a big deal for them. They weren't completely defenseless either. Even if the other party's injuries healed, they were confident they could handle it.

However, the moment the young man's short blade activated, they realized their mistake of underestimating their foe. It turned out that this young man possessed hidden strength and magical treasures. Sensing the powerful force contained within the black short blade, Wu Ming and the others immediately understood that this power was definitely beyond the Qi Refining Realm, perhaps even possessed by those at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Wu Ming and the other four immediately resorted to their last resort, attempting to fend off the sudden attack. Unfortunately, their defensive weapons proved vulnerable to the dagger's fierce attack, like an egg against a rock.

In less than a breath, all the defensive artifacts were easily breached. Even the basalt shield, which had accompanied Wu Ming for years, shattered in two in an instant, falling into his arms. Meanwhile, the defensive artifacts of Zhao Xiaohai, Mei Lingshuang, and Hou Tiancheng also suffered varying degrees of damage. The four of them, spitting blood from the damage to their life-threatening artifacts, seemed poised to perish today.