Chapter 1163: Chapter 1163: Playing Right Into the Trap
Seeing the figure of Yang Yan in front suddenly turn into a mere silver gleam, the group of Yizheng Sect cultivators was taken aback.
But someone quickly calmed down and shouted loudly:
"Don’t panic, everyone, don’t panic, this kid is just fast! We ten Foundation Establishment cultivators can’t beat him?"
However, just as he finished shouting, he felt a tightness in his throat.
Yang Yan suddenly appeared ghost-like in front of him, sneering coldly, "Is it just speed?"
The Yizheng Sect cultivator widened his eyes in horror, and immediately blood spurted from his throat.
The long blade had already pierced through his Spiritual Power Shield, protruding from his back.
Subsequently, his face instantly turned pale, devoid of any blood.
When Yang Yan withdrew the Asura from his body, the entire blade was already blood-red, with some obscure runes glowing with a bloody light along with the blade’s hum.
"It seems Asura really likes the blood of you Foundation Establishment cultivators."
Witnessing their comrade’s bizarre death, as Yang Yan looked at the remaining cultivators like they were prey, they all involuntarily stepped back.
Even though each of them was unconvinced, Yang Yan had so effortlessly dealt with a cultivator of the same level, forcing them to be on guard.
"Immortal Slayer Sword Array, Immortal Binding!"
Ten swords suddenly executed a move, pinning a Yizheng Sect cultivator who had unexpectedly tried to ambush Yang Yan mid-air.
Although it only held him for a few seconds, it was enough for Yang Yan to cut him in half before he could escape into the ground.
"Earth escape, huh? Interesting!"
Yang Yan swung the blade without hesitation, draining the blood of the cultivator, who was skilled at earth escape but had pitiful defenses.
"Losing an earth escape cultivator is a significant loss for the Yizheng Sect too, isn’t it?"
Yang Yan said coldly, nodding appreciatively toward the ten swords.
Having lost two comrades, the remaining eight Yizheng Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators could no longer remain calm.
"Damn it! When did the Ancient Abyss Sect produce such a monstrous disciple?" someone began to curse.
The roles of hunter and prey suddenly reversed, causing these naturally proud Foundation Establishment cultivators to lose their composure.
"Didn’t they recruit a Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body? My master said the last five Foundation Establishment sent were all defeated by him!" one, somewhat apprehensive, said.
Another immediately echoed: "What’s even more terrifying is that at that time, he was only at the Qi Cultivation level!"
The third person furrowed his brows, clutching his sword hilt tightly, his voice trembling as he said, "Are you saying this kid is the Ancient Abyss Sect’s Saint Son?"
Without waiting for that cultivator to answer, the Foundation Establishment who posed the final question cast a stern glance and said chillingly:
"Stop holding back. Whether he’s the Saint Son or not, if we don’t give our all, we’ll end up like those two guys!"
With that, his whole body suddenly turned red, as if he were on fire.
"Blood Burning Technique!"
The crimson blood shot out like missiles from his fingertips as it burned, scorching the soil black upon contact.
Yang Yan dodged these blood missiles with Asura, frowning slightly—such blood was unusable.
While dodging, Yang Yan continued to close in on the "Fireman," eventually using Small Shifting to get close.
Just as he was about to strike with Asura, a nearby cultivator suddenly leaped up, engaging in close combat with Yang Yan.
This cultivator was surprisingly adept at melee combat, matching Yang Yan blow for blow and successfully blocking him.
When Yang Yan thrust Asura towards him, the person’s hand sign suddenly changed, shouting—
Soul Transformation.
Immediately, his body became as insubstantial as air, leaving him unharmed by Asura’s fierce attacks.
It seemed, these guys were starting to pull out their trump cards.
Soon after, Yang Yan suddenly felt a probing sense, causing his heart to tighten.
Following the gaze, he saw a massive eyeball in mid-air, watching him as if to see through all his secrets.
Until the ten swords disrupted the giant eye through the Immortal Slayer Sword Array, that eerie feeling vanished.
"Azure Vault Technique—Fengduan!"
Yang Yan struck decisively, and with a slash of Asura, a gash appeared on the giant eye’s surface, then it dissipated, faded away...
Below, a cultivator covered one eye painfully, with blood continuously seeping from his fingers.
"No mistake, he must be the Saint Son Yang Yan!"
The cultivator stared at Yang Yan resentfully and viciously said, "Dare to destroy my Eye Demon, I’ll definitely kill you! Fellow senior brothers, follow me to capture this one, it will be a great achievement!"
Spurred on by the cultivator, the remaining seven Foundation Establishment cultivators were reinvigorated, attacking Yang Yan with a variety of bizarre techniques and Daoist methods.
Now, even Yang Yan had to admit that with his current strength, dealing with a group of serious, full-force, late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, in a normal state, was quite challenging.
After dodging a devastating wave of Daoist bombardment with the help of the Immortal Slayer Sword Array and Lin Zimu’s restraint, Yang Yan suddenly shouted towards the sky behind him:
"Elder Dugu, if you don’t act now, you’ll just watch us get captured!"
Everyone was stunned.
Soon after, a golden light appeared in mid-air, and a Spiritual Power Array surfaced.
Standing atop the array were Elder Dugu and Guo Guoguo, who had gone to notify Yang Yan.
Elder Dugu was clearly surprised that despite hiding his presence deliberately, Yang Yan still detected him, and chuckled:
"Knowing this old man is here, are you afraid of being captured by these few insignificant guys?"
Yang Yan rolled his eyes at him, then stood still, even retracting Illusory Night and Asura.
Elder Dugu smiled wryly, understanding that Yang Yan wanted him to take over.
Which suited him just fine.
If Yang Yan had single-handedly wiped them all out, wouldn’t his prepared Spirit Array have been set up in vain?
Elder Dugu raised his hand, and a circle of brilliant lines emerged under the terrified gazes of the Yizheng Sect cultivators, encompassing them all.
"Spirit Slaying Array, a level-three Spirit Array, capable of both attack and defense, with an added imprisonment effect."
"Of course, when dealing with these Foundation Establishment cultivators, it’s naturally a critical strike."
Elder Dugu proudly introduced, his eyes frequently glancing at Yang Yan, clearly not giving up on passing down his legacy to him.
But seeing Yang Yan remaining noncommittal, Elder Dugu could only purse his lips, clenching his palm, causing the Spirit Slaying Array to blaze with grandeur.
When the array’s light dissipated, the remaining eight Yizheng Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators had turned to ashes.
Not even their souls remained.
Yang Yan had originally intended to search their souls for more information and seize that bizarre giant eye to study, but now he could only give up.
He naturally wouldn’t tell Elder Dugu that although he hid well himself, the Spirit Slaying Array he set up was unmasked and anyone with a little understanding could notice.
It just so happened none of these Foundation Establishment cultivators had studied Spirit Arrays.
Yang Yan had sensed Elder Dugu’s presence through this array, deducing that he had been watching for a while.
