Chapter 199

Woo—

Woo—

Across the endless Gobi, the yellow wind suddenly whipped up, swallowing the Eastern Wilderness troops in its roaring fury.

Ordinary soldiers shattered into fragments before they could utter wails.

The remaining cultivators fared no better.

“Ah!! My hand!!”

“I can’t feel my legs!”

As Yang Lingrui’s yellow wind projection swept through, the Eastern Wilderness accompanying cultivators fell victim one by one, their bodies crumbling like rotten wood.

“Serpent crossbows! Now!”

The full-level cultivator leading the group bellowed. Serpent-shaped arrows shot toward the chaos from behind.

But the howling yellow wind blew most arrows off course. Those few that pierced through emerged rusted and brittle, breaking on contact.

Before they could reload, the expanding yellow wind engulfed the crossbow teams.

With both serpent crossbows and human thunder useless, despair filled the Eastern Wilderness leader’s eyes. Though his cultivation level temporarily resisted the wind, even his spiritual power hissed and eroded under its corruption. The agonized cries around him pushed him toward madness.

Soon he’d join the ordinary soldiers as dust.

“Friends! Help me!”

He screamed toward the sect disciples. They stood motionless behind glowing talismans, faces cold. These five from Thousand Blades Palace had come for rewards, not charity. Why risk their hard-earned treasures for Eastern Wilderness strangers?

The six cultivators from the northwest major sect wielded weapon projections through their cultivation methods. The disciple Yang Lingrui killed earlier had manifested a large blade. The surviving direct disciple now controlled seven spears.

Swallowing an elixir, the disciple focused its power into his eyes. Crimson light flashed as he spotted Yang Lingrui through the storm.

“There! Strike!”

Three spears shot through the wind. But Yang Lingrui’s form scattered like sand, reappearing elsewhere.

“Body technique,” the disciple muttered through gritted teeth.

The direct disciple of Thousand Blades Palace thought briefly, then a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

His junior brother had let his guard down earlier, enabling Yang Lingrui’s successful ambush.

Otherwise, given their various defensive methods, they’d never have been wounded by that Spiritual Manipulation projection.

"Brothers, track the enemy for me!"

"Understood, senior brother!"

The four disciples immediately retrieved eyeglass-like spiritual treasures from their waist pouches, securing them over their eyes.

Through the barrier-piercing lenses, they pinpointed Yang Lingrui’s location.

All five activated their sect’s secret method simultaneously, granting the direct disciple immediate access to his comrades’ shared vision.

"Let’s see where you can hide now! Attack!"

Seven spears tore through the air again, converging on Yang Lingrui from treacherous angles.

Yang Lingrui dodged using his body technique until cornered, then deployed his illusionary body.

"Already?!"

No sooner had he teleported away than spearheads whistled behind him.

Swirling sharply, he condensed yellow wind at his fingertips and struck an incoming spear’s tip.

CRACK!

The weapon veered sideways as two fingers snapped instantly.

"Impressive aim. How’re you tracking me?"

Yang Lingrui reset his broken fingers impassively, deducing their method.

"Major sect disciples truly have endless tricks. Good I eliminated one earlier – this’d be tougher otherwise."

Two more spears came flying in during his contemplation. He evaded with another illusionary body shift, secretly palming a faintly glowing talisman.

"Where’d he go? Find him!"

The lens-wearing disciples scoured the area frantically, finding neither sight nor trace of their target.

"Senior brother – nothing!"

"He’s vanished completely! No aura detected!"

"What?"

The direct disciple frowned, swallowing another elixir before confirming their report.

This Tiger-Chasing cultivator had truly disappeared. Yet lingering yellow wind proved he hadn’t fled – just concealed himself differently.

Doubt crept into the disciple’s mind. His vengeance mission now seemed ill-advised.

This foe possessed not only bizarre yellow wind techniques and superior body technique, but also unrevealed trump cards.

"The earlier intel spoke of two young Tiger-Chasing geniuses. This must be the stronger one, while the other stayed hidden knowing his weakness."

The direct disciple of Thousand Blades Palace thought, "Terrible intel. This man clearly belongs to Tiger-Chasing’s powerful forces. Remember when the Four Sects of the Northwest visited Daoyuanshan? Their disciples got crushed so thoroughly they couldn’t lift their heads – this must be one of those Tiger-Chasing talents from that day."

His mind raced to a decision.

"Junior brothers, we retreat now. If Tiger-Chasing reinforcements come, we’re trapped."

He pulled a divine movement talisman from his belt, ready to charge through the yellow wind barrier.

Then cold steel kissed his waist.

The disciple’s heart lurched.

Too late.

"Wind Erosion."

Yang Lingrui materialized, palm thrust forward. Refined yellow wind shredded the Talisman Technique’s protection and struck home.

The man crumpled before his horrified comrades.

Corrosive winds ravaged his organs.

Red-and-white sludge erupted from every facial orifice.

Within moments, only a desiccated husk remained.

"I yield! Take me prisoner!"

"Mercy, Friend! Spare us!"

Seeing both direct disciples fall, the four remaining sect disciples abandoned pride. Better humiliating capture than this gruesome death. Hadn’t other sects bargained for prisoners’ return before?

Pity.

Another Tiger-Chasing cultivator might’ve obliged.

But they faced Yang Lingrui.

Since first stepping onto the Path of Cultivation, he’d never spared a soul.

The yellow wind howled.

Four pleading voices became crunching bones.

Only when no life remained did the hungry winds finally still.