Chapter 82: Diverting Disaster Eastward, Unleashing Carnage

Chapter 82: Diverting Disaster Eastward, Unleashing Carnage

The Ironclad Legion advanced like a rolling iron wheel, its slow, heavy steps crushing the morale of everyone present.

The arrival of over a dozen Pure Land Sect cultivators intensified the battlefield’s grim atmosphere. These warriors were no ordinary foes—each possessed formidable strength, at minimum Refining Strength Minor Mastery cultivators, with even Vital Force Cultivators among their ranks.

“Well met! Join me in slaying this fiend!” Zhu Bao roared as he clashed with Han Baichuan. The latter, a fully realized Martial Cultivator, wielded a sword technique so fierce it suppressed Zhu Bao’s Crescent Blade Art, which relied on speed and raw power. Though Zhu Bao’s skill was no inferior, his cultivation realm—Strength Cultivation Nearing Perfection—left him at a disadvantage. The gap in cultivation couldn’t be bridged by technique alone.

When a Pure Land Sect cultivator rushed to assist, the newcomer’s strength rivaled Zhu Bao’s, even matching Han Baichuan’s ferocity. Zhu Bao’s pressure eased instantly, and he bellowed with laughter as the two turned their combined assault against Han Baichuan.

Meanwhile, Hong Ming faced a similar onslaught from Pure Land Sect warriors, but Su Chen intercepted them effortlessly. Even two Lianli Perfection cultivators—unscathed and formidable—could barely threaten Hong Ming, yet Su Chen brushed them aside like autumn leaves. The disparity in their abilities became brutally clear.

“Damn it!” Han Baichuan snarled as he faltered under the dual assault. Zhu Bao seized the opening, landing a thunderous palm strike that sent Han Baichuan reeling with a spray of blood.

“Fall back!” Han Baichuan’s injury drew immediate attention. A Pure Land Sect cultivator, having just slain an Ironclad Legion disciple, turned his gaze toward the wounded warrior. Before Han Baichuan could react, three Vital Force Cultivators converged on him like wolves.

“Run!” The thought flashed through his mind. Against Zhu Bao and one sect cultivator, he’d struggled—three were impossible.

“Out of my way!” Han Baichuan bellowed, charging forward. But as he fled, a figure darted into his path. With a furious roar, he lashed out—

“Agh!” Liu Fang’s cry pierced the chaos as Han Baichuan’s strike slammed into her. She staggered, nearly falling, before Wei Ping caught her. Blood trickled from her lips, her face pale as death.

“Despicable!” Su Chen’s eyes blazed with fury. This battle had turned into a nightmare—every ally seemed to betray another.

“Get lost!” Han Baichuan, still fleeing, now glared at Su Chen, who stood motionless ahead. Does this fool see I’m escaping for my life?!

His palm surged forward, a whirlwind of Vital Force aimed to crush anything in its path.

“Xiao Chen, dodge!” Hong Ming and Li Mo shouted in unison, their voices cracking with dread.

Dodge? Dodge this! Su Chen’s mind sneered. You strike at your own allies? Then don’t blame me for returning the favor!

Vital Force coiled around his fist like a coiled serpent. With a single step, he met Han Baichuan’s strike head-on, his palm howling like a storm.

“Fool!” Han Baichuan sneered, pouring his full power into his attack.

The collision erupted like thunder.

Hong Ming and the others watched, hearts in their throats, as the two figures slammed together—then recoiled in shock.

Han Baichuan flew backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the earth with a deafening thud. Su Chen, meanwhile, stood unscathed, his robes barely ruffled.

“This… can’t be!” Hong Ming stammered. Has Su Chen reached Momentum Attunement?!

Han Baichuan spat blood, his face contorted with rage. “I… underestimated him!”

Zhu Bao and his two allies exchanged glances, then turned as one toward Han Baichuan.

“Die!” Zhu Bao’s blade arced downward, its edge searing into Han Baichuan’s soul.

Elsewhere, Tao Dingfang danced between two opponents, his movements fluid as a breeze. Suddenly, his lips curled into a smirk. In a blink, he lunged at Zhu Hu with a fist blazing like a comet.

Zhu Hu’s pupils contracted. A primal dread gripped him—then his claws shot forward, crackling with lightning-like energy to intercept the blow.

But the moment their strikes met, Tao Dingfang’s face twisted with triumph. “Ox Sweeps the Eight Wilds!”

“What?!” Zhu Hu’s heart lurched. A tidal wave of Vital Force erupted from Tao Dingfang’s fist, shattering his defenses like dry leaves. He poured his own energy to resist, but the force was like a stampede of wild oxen—relentless, crushing.

Blood erupted from Zhu Hu’s mouth. Tao Dingfang pressed the assault, his fists and palms a blur of death, reducing Zhu Hu to a trembling wreck.

Sun Yun’s eyes narrowed. As he moved to intervene, Zhu Hu’s body slammed into him, knocking him backward. Catching his comrade, he stumbled to a halt, his face paling as he sensed Zhu Hu’s shattered life force—his heart was beyond saving.

“Next… it’s your turn!” Tao Dingfang’s voice dripped with bloodlust as he charged.

Sun Yun’s mind snapped into clarity. He’s been hiding his strength! This one strike… he’s already mastered visceral cultivation!

“Pure Land Sect, retreat!” Sun Yun bellowed, retreating without hesitation. This mission was a catastrophe—Tao Dingfang’s hidden depths were endless. If they lingered, his entire force would be annihilated.

“Big Brother!” The cry rang out as Zhu Bao, having just slain Han Baichuan, froze at the sight of Zhu Hu’s corpse.

But Sun Yun’s command was clear. The Pure Land Sect cultivators broke formation, fleeing in disarray.

“Run? Leave your head behind!” Tao Dingfang blurred into motion, intercepting Sun Yun.

Sun Yun’s face darkened. He unleashed his full Vital Force in a single palm strike. The collision sent shockwaves through his body, but he twisted away, vanishing into the distance with desperate speed.

“Damn it!” Tao Dingfang cursed. Killing Zhu Hu had drained him—otherwise, that single strike would’ve left Sun Yun critically wounded, if not dead.

“Kill them all!” he roared, turning his wrath on the remaining foes. The Ironclad Legion surged forward like a storm, their spears flashing like dragons. Every strike claimed lives, drenching the battlefield in blood.

The Pure Land Sect cultivators and Lianyun Fortress bandits fell in droves, their forces shattered.

(End of Chapter)

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