Chapter 91: Intense Battle

The strongest powerhouse of the Foundation Establishment realm struck simultaneously. In an instant, terrifying offensive power enveloped Yin Tianfang. Yin Tianfang remained composed, his figure flashing as he rushed straight toward one of his assailants.

The target of Yin Tianfang's lock was shaken to the core. He retreated at once, the sight of his companion's death seared into his mind. That eerie attack made him regard Yin Tianfang as a deadly predator to be avoided like a venomous snake or scorpion. When this man fell back, a gap opened in the encircling ring. Yin Tianfang curved his lips into a cold smile, raised his hand, pointed, and a sword aura lanced forth.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several strikes landed exactly where Yin Tianfang had stood. Thunderous booms echoed, dust billowed, and cracks like spiderwebs spread across the ground, widening until the surface collapsed with a deafening rumble. A vast pit yawned open, spreading outward in every direction until it swallowed dozens of zhang. Gale winds roared, smoke choked the sky, and a savage storm raged across the battlefield. Yin Tianfang's expression stayed cold and indifferent as his spiritual sense locked onto the Foundation Establishment powerhouse facing him. Sword auras slashed through the air, glittering with blinding brilliance.

Seeing escape was impossible, the opponent bit down hard, swept his sleeves, and hurled a magical treasure that transformed in midair into a mountain peak tens of zhang tall. The peak crashed down with crushing force, shattering every sword aura in its path. Its momentum never faltered as it bore straight down upon Yin Tianfang.

That sight momentarily stunned the opponent, delight flashing in his eyes. He had thought the matter too simple.

Yet just as joy kindled in his heart, a purple streak of light suddenly materialized before him, as if by teleportation. It was a sharp, rhombus-shaped purple object radiating lethal intent. It pierced straight through the man's brow and burst out the back of his skull.

The purple light vanished once more, swallowed by the void. The black giant peak that had been pressing down lost all control and was seized by Yin Tianfang. His spiritual sense branded it with a mark, then he offered the black mountain to strike at the others.

"Explode!" The black giant peak swelled in the wind to dozens of zhang, radiating terrifying might. A cold voice rang out, and the peak detonated.

Rumbling explosions shattered the sky. Yin Tianfang's figure recoiled sharply as violent gales swept over him, raging wildly.

Puff!

Several bodies were blasted apart by the sudden assault. They flew backward, vomiting blood. At that exact moment, a purple streak of light appeared like the scythe of death, flashed past, and reappeared behind one victim. It stabbed instantly into the back of the heart, claiming a living life before vanishing once more.

When the storm finally died, the battlefield lay scarred and devastated. A huge pit gaped in the center, inside which several corpses lay still and silent, drained of all breath. Yin Tianfang's face remained cold and expressionless as scarlet killing intent seeped into his body.

A flash of scarlet light crossed his eyes. His gaze turned toward Yang Bo.

Yang Bo felt a chill grip his heart. The intensity in Yin Tianfang's eyes sent a shiver of dread through him.

"You—" Before the word finished, ice crawled up his spine and pierced his mind. A purple light appeared silently behind him, stabbing fiercely toward his back.

Bang!

A muffled grunt escaped him as his robes exploded. Yang Bo was hurled forward by the impact, spitting blood. Only when he steadied himself did his face darken to the depths of gloom, terror filling his heart.

The outer robe had been torn away, revealing a gleaming golden inner armor. It was that very armor that had saved his life in the blow.

"Young man, you are dead!" Yang Bo fixed Yin Tianfang with a cold, venomous stare and spoke in a chilling tone. Terrifying pressure erupted from his body, rolling outward like a tidal wave.

"Late-stage Foundation Establishment!" Sensing the aura that exploded from Yang Bo, Yin Tianfang's pupils contracted sharply, a grave look settling in his eyes.

"Young man, you are indeed strong. Even most mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators would struggle against you. But I am already at late-stage Foundation Establishment, so your death is sealed!" Yang Bo's voice was cold and resolute. He took one step forward. Unmatched momentum stirred up howling winds, and dense light pulsed from within his being.

He formed seals with both hands, then slashed them forward. A roaring sea of fire instantly engulfed Yin Tianfang. Surprise flickered across Yang Bo's face, quickly replaced by a cold smile.

"Arrogant fool!"

The moment the words left his lips, a faint footstep echoed from within the flames. Moments later, a figure stepped slowly out of the fire, advancing one measured step at a time.

Yang Bo's pupils shrank as he watched Yin Tianfang emerge from the flames completely unscathed. Shock colored his eyes.

Yin Tianfang's expression remained indifferent. Scarlet light gleamed in his eyes, faint red radiance swirling around his body. Even his white hair had turned scarlet. Cold energy radiated from him in waves, so extreme that the moisture in the surrounding air condensed into glittering ice crystals that drifted down from above.

Feeling the astonishing chill rolling off Yin Tianfang, Yang Bo's face changed. That bone-chilling killing intent made even him tremble with dread.

"How many more lives must be taken to condense such terrifying killing qi?" At this moment, regret began to coil in Yang Bo's heart. He should never have provoked Yin Tianfang. Yet there was no medicine for regret in this world.

Looking at the cold, indifferent man before him, he knew the matter could never end peacefully. He tapped his toes on the ground, body bursting forward as he charged straight at Yin Tianfang. He spat out with his mouth, a black light shooting toward Yin Tianfang's brow.

The black light carried icy, venomous energy. Yin Tianfang narrowed his eyes. Just as the black light was about to pierce his forehead, a purple rhombus-shaped fragment blocked its path.

Ding!

A crisp sound rang out, and the black light recoiled. Only then did Yin Tianfang clearly see that the black light resembled a needle. He had no idea what material it had been forged from, yet it was pitch-black as ink, its aura so strange it made souls tremble.

"This is a soul-targeted magic treasure." Yin Tianfang realized at once how extraordinary it was. The needle-like treasure was no ordinary item and could strike at a person's soul. If it landed, it would scatter their soul and body in an instant.

He flicked his sleeve. The Gravity Technique transformed into a colossal hand that slapped viciously toward Yang Bo. The latter paused, then struck back with a palm.

Boom!

A thunderous roar filled the air. The void trembled violently, wild winds howling. Yin Tianfang let out a muffled groan and staggered backward. Determination hardened in his red eyes.

The palm in his hand clenched slightly, scarlet energy circulating. A long sword materialized in his palm, crimson as fresh blood, radiating dense red light. In that moment, the red radiance seemed to turn into a sea of blood, where countless figures sank, roared, and struggled.