On the southern side of Kuya Mountain, the sect members advanced cautiously.
Since there were already people on the mountain and their intent was unknown, the group did not rush up recklessly by flying, fearing an ambush.
On the summit, Xiang Longwu first looked toward the west. That flood dragon was moving quite fast during its Flood of the Flood Dragon; at this rate, it would arrive at Kuya Mountain in about six hours.
During the Flood of the Flood Dragon, the creature would claim mountains as its own. Along its path, the flood dragon would stop briefly at famous mountains and rivers to activate the mountain soul with its own momentum.
This behavior was somewhat similar to a Martial Artist absorbing qi to open apertures. The more apertures opened, the greater the internal energy, which equated to higher strength and foundation after becoming a dragon. The deeper the foundation, the better the true dragon materials Daxia would obtain.
To allow the flood dragon to activate the mountain soul of Kuya Mountain in peace, the battle here had to end within four hours.
Xiang Longwu turned to look down the mountain.
After a quick sweep of the people ascending, he picked out a few weak links as his initial targets.
In a chaotic one-versus-many battle, one had to target the weak first to reduce the enemy's numbers. This would alleviate the pressure of the melee and exert psychological pressure on the opponents.
After locking onto his targets, Xiang Longwu's aura shifted. The previously sky-piercing fist intent vanished instantly as his breath merged with heaven and earth, making it seem as if he didn't exist.
Then, with a light tap of his toes, he charged toward the person on the far right.
"Watch out!"
An experienced elder among the sect groups noticed Xiang Longwu withdrawing his fist intent and immediately guessed his intention, shouting a warning to the others.
"Boom!"
Just as the words left his mouth, Xiang Longwu's fist fell.
The domineering fist intent directly crushed the enemy's will, rendering them unable to resist as they were slammed heavily into the ground by the punch.
"Bang!"
A mist of blood erupted—the final brilliance of a fading life.
Xiang Longwu shifted in mid-air, delivering a whip kick to a nearby person. His fist intent transformed into a dragon's tail, striking the ground and kicking up thick dust to obscure their vision.
On the summit, Chen Xu saw Xiang Longwu take the initiative, so he immediately moved as well.
Chen Xu rose into the air, drifting leisurely toward the foot of the mountain. His target was that grand eunuch at the very bottom.
As for the other guards of the East Factory ascending the mountain, Chen Xu had already secretly released many ghosts to infiltrate the mountain's terrain, which was enough to handle them.
Seeing Chen Xu flying straight toward the base of the mountain—seemingly to cause trouble for their Director—several guards immediately pulled out concealed weapons to fire into the air.
But just as the weapons were drawn, seven or eight arms suddenly reached out from the ground, grabbing their calves and waists to pin them in place.
The guards were forced to change targets, turning to fire all their concealed weapons downward.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The guards' eyes widened in disbelief. The concealed weapons they fired passed right through those arms and embedded themselves in the ground.
Vicious ghosts? Soul bodies? Or a special spatial law? Before the guards could think further...
"Hi."
An unfamiliar voice came from above. A guard looked up sharply, only to find a terrifying face with its mouth on top and eyes on the bottom, inverted in the air and pressed right against his own.
The ghost reached out and grabbed the guard's head, unleashing wave after wave of mental shocks that relentlessly battered his sea of consciousness.
Seeing this, a nearby guard quickly drew a long saber and took out a spirit talisman from his robe, sticking it onto the blade before rushing toward his comrade.
He swung the saber in a full moon arc, slashing at the ghost in the air.
But before the blade could land, the ghost's hands caught his arm. Then ten, twenty, an entire swarm of ghosts pounced on him, tearing at him frantically.
The talisman on the saber was triggered by the ghostly aura and ignited, transforming into a spiritual light that flowed through the hilt and across the guard's entire body.
Gaining a moment of clarity, the guard immediately mobilized his spiritual energy and used a flight technique. With a flash of light, he reappeared ten meters away.
Just as he caught his breath, he felt a chill at the back of his head. He swung his saber backward, but there was only the sound of whistling air; he hit nothing.
Turning around, he saw several ghosts already clinging to his back, staring straight at him with eerie smiles.
"Is this... the Underworld?"
After leaving those final words, the guard was swallowed by the ghosts.
At the foot of the mountain, Wei Jinzhong's expression grew increasingly grim as he watched Chen Xu in the sky.
This person was flying solely by supporting himself with his divine sense. There wasn't a trace of Daoist magic on him, and Wei Jinzhong couldn't identify which sect in the South Xuan Region this style belonged to.
Meanwhile, on the mountain, his subordinates' auras were vanishing one by one. Only a few managed to scream, startling the birds.
The others died in an instant. These were the elites of the Huang Cang Kingdom's East Factory. Although these eunuchs were physically incomplete and their cultivation techniques were eccentric—focusing on assassination, speed, and stealth—they shouldn't have collapsed so instantly in a direct confrontation.
At this thought, Wei Jinzhong's hand behind his back secretly retrieved a pill from his ring. He crushed it in his palm.
The pill's essence seeped into his palm at extreme speed, its medicinal power entering his meridians and spreading throughout his body.
In the sky, Chen Xu also noticed the grand eunuch's actions, but he didn't care. Unless that eunuch had just used a divine pill from Lord Lao's furnace, anything else would be futile.
Chen Xu drifted down slowly. Suddenly, Wei Jinzhong used a flight technique, appearing behind Chen Xu in an instant.
Several white threads shot from his hand, striking toward Chen Xu's acupuncture points.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
A series of metallic strikes rang out, leading Wei Jinzhong to believe Chen Xu was wearing inner armor. Since brute force wouldn't work, he would try a more subtle approach.
Wei Jinzhong's figure flickered, appearing above Chen Xu like a ghost.
Spiritual energy surged, and several dark green beams shot from his forehead, condensing into lifelike phantom serpents in the blink of an eye.
These phantom serpents were jade-green and emitted a heart-stopping aura.
Wei Jinzhong let out a furious roar: "Life-Snaring Snake Bone-Melter!"
The spiritual snakes seemed to come alive instantly, opening their mouths and emitting a pungent, foul stench as they lunged at Chen Xu.
Just as the snakes were about to touch Chen Xu, a spatial gate opened. Sindragosa thrust its head out and unleashed a frost breath toward the snakes.
The ultimate cold power froze everything, and the spiritual snakes formed from spiritual energy were no exception.
Seeing the dragon head that appeared out of nowhere and the bone-chilling breath, Wei Jinzhong quickly used a flight technique to pull away.
"What kind of evil magic is this!"
That dragon head was definitely not a construction of spiritual energy; it was a living creature of flesh and blood.
Chen Xu remained silent and continued his assault.
Spatial gates opened all around Wei Jinzhong, and all sorts of strange things burst out from them.
Dragon breath, water spat by the Kunpeng, hundred-meter-long insect hooks with tracking capabilities, a rain of hundreds of bone arrows, and hundreds of spells of various elements shot out from the gates, swarming toward Wei Jinzhong.
Wei Jinzhong used Shift and Swap repeatedly to dodge the attacks.
"What kind of evil magic is this, exactly!"
Wei Jinzhong had seen many evil cultivators who controlled corpses, and the East Factory had even sought cooperation with them in the past.
But he had never seen an evil cultivator fight like this. Shouldn't they normally wave banners, release zombies and ghosts, and form yin arrays to battle their enemies?
This style of using spatial techniques to redirect attacks was something he was seeing for the first time.
Normally, spatial techniques were incredibly difficult to comprehend. Anyone who could master them was a genius with exceptional perception. How could such a genius use spatial gates just to let something on the other side attack? It was simply uncouth.
But Chen Xu didn't care about Wei Jinzhong's resentment. Half of his attention was on Xiang Longwu's side. Seeing that the commotion there was dying down, he decided to stop playing with the grand eunuch.
He directly activated his mythic-tier mental power, pinning the man in place.
In an instant, a thousand arrows pierced his heart, accompanied by a deluge of ice and water.
...
Qing Cang poked its head out of the water and looked toward Kuya Mountain.
Earlier, it had sensed two formidable auras on the mountain, but now, Kuya Mountain was silent, leaving only the natural sounds of insects, fish, birds, and beasts.
"It seems Huang Cang's side still has some strength."
Qing Cang assumed it was the work of the Lord of Huang Cang and didn't suspect anything else.
Thus, Qing Cang crawled out of the water and shifted its form. In an instant, it grew from a hundred meters to several thousand meters long.
Qing Cang circled Kuya Mountain several times. Finally, at the summit, it gathered its momentum and let out a long howl.
The dragon's roar echoed between heaven and earth. Responding to the heavens' call, the mountain soul awakened.
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