Chapter 353
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Chapter 353: Golden Core Chaos
“Summoning help? Experts? Even seventy or eighty Golden Core cultivators from this backwater Jin Kingdom wouldn’t survive my senior brother’s palm strike.” Mei Yansheng leaped to Sage Huo Yun’s side, sneering.
Sage Huo Yun shot him a glance, brows furrowing. Mei Yansheng flew backward as if struck by lightning.
“Noisy fool.”
The fact that Sage Huo Yun attacked his own junior brother again revealed his volatile nature and utter lack of kinship.
“Go ahead. Call every last fighter. Better than wasting my power killing mere hundreds.” Sage Huo Yun’s tone remained casual, yet his words dripped arrogance.
Though Jin Kingdom was small, gathering all Foundation Establishment experts and above would number thousands—including Golden Core elders from noble families. Even a seventh-level Golden Core cultivator like Sage Huo Yun might struggle against such forces. Yet he dismissed slaughtering hundreds as “wasteful.” To the crowd, this sounded ludicrous—what spell could obliterate so many? Did he fancy himself a Nascent Soul overlord?
Sect messengers flared as factions urgently summoned reinforcements. Without aid, Jin Kingdom’s elite might perish here today.
Sage Huo Yun didn’t interfere. He stood coldly with five Golden Core subordinates, observing.
“Old Seven, handle one?” Bi Hao’s voice cut through.
Elder Seven nodded grimly. “Manageable.”
“Good. Murong Wuqing takes another. Elder Jin fights the third. Elder Gong—you’re up. Yan Changchun should manage the last.” Bi Hao assessed the group swiftly, his sixth-level Golden Core perception laying bare their strengths.
Murmurs arose—none expected Heavenly Sword Sect’s leader Yan Changchun to rival Golden Core experts.
The five black-clad enemies now had challengers. Bi Hao would confront Sage Huo Yun, while the injured Mei Yansheng—his power halved—fell to Su Hao’s blade.
Suddenly, the invincible Sage seemed less daunting. Heavenly Sword Sect’s Golden Core forces might overwhelm him.
“Perhaps we should delay.” Sage Huo Yun smiled unexpectedly.
“Bragging corpse!” Ba Dao Sect’s Sun Yidao shouted, still shaken by Elder Yin’s death from a mere glare. “Heavenly Sword Sect’s five Golden Cores and Murong Wuqing have turned the tides!”
“Insects shouldn’t bark.” Sage Huo Yun’s gaze snapped to Sun Yidao.
The loudmouth clutched his throat, choking silently—then his head soared, blood fountainting three zhang high.
Another Foundation Establishment expert slain by a look. Unthinkable.
“Retreat hundred zhang!” Bi Hao roared. The crowd scrambled back two hundred zhang, cramming against Tian Shen Peak’s edge.
“I merely want two demons. Must you force carnage?” Sage Huo Yun wiped blood flecks from his robe.
“The Demon Race Bloodline is ours to handle,” Bi Hao retorted. “A seventh-level Golden Core lowering himself thus—shameful.”
“Playing righteous? I see your scheme.” Sage Huo Yun chuckled.
Bi Hao bristled. “My only thought is protecting sect and kingdom!”
“The Li Dai Tao Jiang method suits you. All resources gathered, time to strike—isn’t that right?”
Confused whispers spread. What was this “Plum for Peach” strategy?
“Enough drivel! Die today!” Bi Hao’s killing intent surged.
Sage Huo Yun laughed. “You think Golden Core pawns can cheat Heaven’s tribulation? Naive.”
Bi Hao stiffened. “You…used Li Dai Tao Jiang too?”
“Who hasn’t? Did you think tribulation-breaking pills alone suffice?”
Bi Hao fell silent, eyes blazing.
“Still fighting?” Sage Huo Yun taunted.
“KILL!” Golden light erupted from Bi Hao’s palms, space cracking.
“Fools never learn.” Sage Huo Yun raised a hand, white radiance blooming.
Chaos erupted as five black-clad experts engaged their opponents:
Elder Gong dominated his foe with mountainous pressure, though the enemy held firm. Elder Jin battled evenly. Elder Seven held slim advantage. Murong Wuqing’s Foundation Establishment cultivation somehow matched his Golden Core opponent, their duel a lethal dance.
The real surprise was Yan Changchun—unassuming sect leader overwhelming his adversary with Golden Core prowess.
Ye Yun watched from afar, icy gaze parsing every word.
“Ancestor, explain Li Dai Tao Jiang.”
The Sword Path Ancestor snorted. “A sixth-level Golden Core’s gambit to survive seventh-level tribulation.”
As details unfolded, Ye Yun’s eyes hardened—past events clicked into place.
“So this was their game.” Murderous frost crept into his voice.
