The long-haired cultivator was crushed to death in the palm of a hand, witnessing this scene left Bao Dingheng and the others shocked and fearful.
After Zhang Yan killed this person, he did not pause for a moment, leapt into the air, and pointed his finger forward. Immediately, the two golden hammers flew up with a muffled sound tearing through the void, smashing towards the White Robed Daoist.
The White Robed Daoist, having witnessed the tragic death of his fellow cultivator, was overcome with terror. Seeing Zhang Yan rushing towards him again, his heart trembled, and he hastily stepped on his cloud to retreat, trying to escape the pursuit of those two golden hammers.
Zhang Yan’s face showed a mocking expression as he rose onto a cloud and followed closely behind.
His choice to target this person was not without reason. Zhang Yan had carefully observed that Daoist Gao and Bao Dingheng, although cooperating against enemies, harbored their own schemes, each trying to force the other to reveal their ultimate move first. This was an opportunity Zhang Yan could exploit.
Thus, he ignored Bao Dingheng and his brother and focused solely on pursuing the White Robed Daoist.
As expected, his actions caused the other two to slow their attacks in unspoken agreement, seemingly eager for Zhang Yan to eliminate this White Robed Daoist. Only Daoist Gao chased after Zhang Yan, keeping the Thunder Splitting Seal floating in the air, ready to lend assistance at any moment.
The White Robed Daoist steered his tunneling light in multiple evasive maneuvers and finally managed to shake off the two golden hammers, letting out a sigh of relief. But just then, he suddenly felt the sky above him darken—it was Zhang Yan, driving the Xuan Guang Hand to descend from above.
The massive hand came down like Mount Tai crushing an egg, spinning air currents wildly while winds roared fiercely. Remembering the dreadful death of his companion, the White Robed Daoist’s face turned pale, and he dared not withstand the attack but hurriedly sought a way to escape. Zhang Yan let out a cold laugh, flicked his sleeve, and unleashed dozens of Taiyin Xuan Guang beams slashing toward him.
Now Zhang Yan had already ascended to the Third Realm of Xuan Guang cultivation, his Xuan Guang condensed as one, unyielding as Jiazi. Each beam carried power exceeding that of an ordinary Flying Sword Magical Artifact, instantly forcing the White Robed Daoist into chaotic, frantic dodges. Unable to escape quickly, he finally found himself cornered and had no choice but to release all his Xuan Guang from his body’s crown, desperately defending himself.
Seeing the danger he was in, Daoist Gao panicked and summoned the Thunder Splitting Seal above Zhang Yan’s head, shouting loudly as he sent out several bolts of Thunder Light.
Zhang Yan laughed heartily, swung his sleeve, and recalled the two golden hammers to block in front of him. Though they rolled wildly under the strikes of the descending Thunder Light, it failed to pierce through.
The Sword Qi from Bao Dingheng and his brother, though striking his body, lacked full force. Moreover, Zhang Yan wore treasure clothes, his own body as tough as gold and iron, so their strikes sparked countless rays of golden light but couldn’t slow him down in the slightest.
A murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he drove the Xuanhuang Great Hand downward with a loud boom, scattering the Xuan Guang atop the White Robed Daoist and striking heavily on his body. A wretched cry was heard as the Daoist plummeted like a severed kite.
Before he hit the ground, the Xuanhuang Great Hand scooped downward again, grabbing half of his body. Zhang Yan glanced sideways, noticing another bolt of Thunder Light descending. Smiling faintly, he controlled the Xuanhuang Great Hand to drag the White Robed Daoist upward to meet the thunder.
Daoist Gao was shocked, but it was too late to withdraw. A deafening explosion rang out, and a flash of light burst before everyone’s eyes. The White Robed Daoist was obliterated by the Thunder Light, scattering into blood rain across the sky.
Even Zhang Yan hadn’t anticipated the tremendous power of the Thunder Radiance. His eyebrows slightly raised as he cast another glance toward the Copper Seal suspended in the air. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
In just moments, the side of Daoist Bao had lost two people to Zhang Yan, both dying gruesome deaths. The remaining three looked increasingly grim.
At this moment, they saw Zhang Yan standing in mid-air with arms crossed, emanating unparalleled power. Twin hammers revolved around him, while above, the Xuanhuang Great Hand towered like a canopy or crown. His fingers stirred winds and clouds, obscured the sun and moon, and manipulated the flow of qi and mist. He carried an aura of overshadowing dominance, and recalling his invulnerable body, the three couldn’t help but harbor thoughts of being unable to resist him.
However, these three weren’t born of Xuanmen’s Great Clan; they had reached their current cultivation level through rugged paths fraught with countless hardships. Their minds were far tougher than mere cultivators, so although the situation carried disadvantage, it wasn’t enough to frighten them into retreat.
Especially Bao Dingheng, who still held back a few techniques. Unwilling to let go easily, he also understood that while he could preserve his own safety, he couldn’t slay Li Yuanba. Turning his head, he exchanged a glance with Daoist Gao, who happened to look back at him at the same moment.