Mr. Bei Yan and the others were being suppressed by their opponents, and upon seeing the trapping array take form, their hearts sank even further into despair.

In their distress, hearing Yuan Ming make such a claim was like grasping at a lifeline, and without pausing to consider whether Yuan Ming could actually break the formation, they all readily agreed.

Outside the formation, Old Guo couldn't help but burst into laughter, "You junior, are truly ignorant of the vastness of heaven and earth. This formation is the product of my meticulous research, designed to allow entry but no exit. Even a Core Formation Stage cultivator would have to expend considerable effort to break free, and here you are, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, making such bold claims? Ha-ha, if you really can do it, I'll eat this Array Plate right in front of you!"

Yuan Ming gave Old Guo a look that was both mocking and indifferent, "Then, senior had better prepare some water to moisten your throat."

No sooner had he spoken than he flipped the Blood Blade in his hand, a trail of blade light flickered, and amidst the flurry of crimson blade shadows, the Foundation Establishment cultivator he was facing suddenly became confused, standing motionless on the spot with their Magic Artifact hanging in mid-air.

"Hiss."

A flash of Blood Light, and the cultivator's head effortlessly rolled to the ground, while the body remained standing upright in place.

At the same moment, Hua Zhi demonstrated its might, using the purple-black vines that stretched out from underground to tightly bind its opponent and injecting a potent venom, instantly rendering them incapacitated.

Then, Hua Zhi swayed its form and stood at Yuan Ming's side.

Almost simultaneously, Yuan Ming slapped his Storage Bag, and Vajra appeared at Yuan Ming's other side.

The smile had yet to fade from Old Guo's face when two of their cultivators fell, and the addition of a golden-haired demon ape as tall as a person caused his smile to freeze instantly.

The other spectators watched this scene with varied expressions, their attention now focused on Yuan Ming and the Hua Zhi Vajra at his side.

"So, you have powerful demon beasts at your side; no wonder you're so confident," Old Guo remarked as his voice fell, spitting out a Bronze Small Tripod. With a spin in mid-air, it suddenly grew to the size of a zhang, then the many carvings on the tripod lit up one after another, and several groups of golden fireballs the size of human heads emerged from the tripod, whistling towards Yuan Ming and Hua Zhi Vajra.

However, Vajra, seeing this display, had not the slightest intention of dodging.

With a fierce step forward, it spread its arms wide, its fists the size of pots pounding on its chest with a deep thud, echoing like a gong.

Then it twisted its body, pulling its arms back, aligning its fists with its waist, and the breath it took became robust, even exhaling breaths like thunder from its nostrils, its internal organs pounding violently like drums.

The golden fireballs pierced through the formation and, in an instant, arrived before Vajra. In that split second, Vajra took a deep breath, and the people in the camp suddenly felt as if a strong wind had blown past, whisking them towards Vajra by a couple of steps.

The next instant, Vajra's right fist shot out abruptly, and an invisible force surged from its fist. Everyone felt a brief silence at their ears, followed by a thunderous explosion as the incoming fireballs burst into nothingness; the flames were caught by the raging wind from the fist's blast and obliterated in the blink of an eye.

The relentless force of the punch then struck the Array Formation Light Shield in the next breath, tearing open a hole as if through thin air. Following the sound of shattering crystal, the Array Formation Light Shield collapsed instantaneously, yet the force of the punch didn't dissipate and continued forward, barreling towards Old Guo.

"Hundred-step Divine Fist!"

Seeing this, Old Guo paled and shouted in panic, then promptly started backpedaling explosively, retreating over a hundred steps away from Vajra in a flash.

Vajra's punch followed through like a shadow, moving faster than Old Guo. Although the punch was ferociously formidable, its power waned beyond a hundred steps, and when it reached Old Guo, only a breeze caressed his cheek.

Even then, Old Guo wore a look of having survived a scare, and his facial expression seemed to be haunted by some unpleasant memories.

Meanwhile, in the midst of the formation, Yuan Ming's expression remained calm and composed from beginning to end, as if he had already anticipated the power of Vajra's punch, showing no sign of surprise.

However, the instant Vajra broke the formation, he immediately stored Vajra and Hua Zhi back into the Spiritual Beast Bag, then summoned Lei Yu, leaped onto it, and burst through the breach in the formation, fleeing swiftly toward the southwest without looking back.

As for the true nature of Hundred Pills Square's escort mission, Yuan Ming was unclear. Now, with the situation taking a critical turn, he naturally wouldn't fight on behalf of Hundred Pills Square, especially considering Chai Jiujin's strange reaction when attacked, which made Yuan Ming feel that there were secrets hidden within the escort mission.

Regarding the Washing Elixir Spirit Liquid, Yuan Ming felt confident in his multitude of methods, so obtaining it would not be difficult knowing its whereabouts. There was no need to get entangled in unnecessary disputes over an uncertain promise, attracting trouble for himself.

But even as he tried to retreat, Old Guo wasn't willing to let him go.

Seeing Yuan Ming escaping on a spirit beast, Old Guo's face darkened.

He glanced at the rest still fiercely battling inside the formation. Seeing that his men seemed capable of engaging them for a while longer, he decisively slapped a green talisman onto himself and pinched a spell with his other hand. His figure suddenly shot up from the ground, becoming a tunneling light chasing after Yuan Ming.

...

Chai Jiujin and the young cultivator chased and fled, covering a hundred li in the blink of an eye, and the distance between them had already closed to thirty zhang.

A trail of thunder passed over the fingertips of the young cultivator, a slender purple lightning shot out, revealing it to be a Purple Lightning Small Sword.

The Purple Lightning Small Sword was astoundingly fast, covering the thirty-zhang distance in a flash, aiming for a stab at Chai Jiujin's back.

Just at that moment, nine earthen yellow Flying Knives erupted from the ground, forming a net of blades that caught the Purple Lightning Small Sword.

After a series of loud clangs, the Purple Lightning Small Sword was repelled, and the earth-yellow Flying Knives were also sent flying.

The young cultivator was shocked and hurriedly summoned his purple small sword, turning to flee.

However, behind him, the void fluctuated, and five or six figures appeared, led by a man with the build of a bear and the waist of a tiger, his hair blonde and his cultivation at the mid-stage of Core Formation.

Yan Sijing and Yan Siyun stood on a white Flying Boat, hovering near the blond-haired man.

The rest were also Cultivators at the mid to late stages of Foundation Establishment, none of them weak.

Chai Jiujin also flew back, joining forces with Yan Sijing and others to surround the young cultivator in the middle.

"Hundred Pills Square's two Core Formation Stage Tributors are all here, it seems that you came prepared this time, with a layout to capture me," the young cultivator said, regaining his composure after his initial panic.

"Scoundrel, you robbed my caravan, killed my uncle, today your retribution has arrived!" Yan Sijing shouted fiercely, raising a black giant brush Magic Treasure, ready to strike.

"Who are you, exactly? Why are you repeatedly antagonizing Hundred Pills Square?" Yan Siyun stopped her sister and asked.

The young cultivator remained silent.

The blond-haired man suddenly let out a low shout, and in front of him appeared an ancient white mirror, which emitted a bright crystal light, striking at the void a dozen zhang away.

A burst of white crystal light exploded, and the young cultivator's figure emerged.

The figure of the young cultivator surrounded by the crowd shattered like a bubble, turning into a crystal-clear white talisman, which then completely fragmented with a bang.

"Substitute Talisman!" Yan Sijing exclaimed in shock and anger.

The blond-haired man moved like lightning, blocking the young cultivator's path once again.

"If you remain silent when questioned, then you must leave your life behind today," Yan Siyun said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Chai Jiujin and the blond-haired man immediately controlled their Magic Treasures and made their move.

The Ice Jade Ring shook and turned into five seemingly illusory ring shadows, swirling towards the young cultivator's body.

The blond-haired man's nine Flying Knives were even faster, leaving behind afterimages as they stabbed at the young cultivator's vital points.

Yan Sijing raised her black giant brush, and from the tip of the brush shot hundreds of black threads, all aimed at the young cultivator.

The other Foundation Establishment Cultivators pounced forward, raising their Magic Artifacts one after another, and a torrential downpour of attacks also headed towards their opponent.

"Damn it!" The young cultivator, intermingled with shock and rage, hastened to drive the Purple Lightning Small Sword and the Jade Seal in defense, with multicolored lights emerging frequently as the two sides battled into a melee.

...

Old Guo's tunneling speed far exceeded Lei Yu, but perhaps out of wariness of Hua Zhi Vajra, he always hung behind Yuan Ming, maintaining a distance of at least a hundred steps, while also activating his Magic Treasure, shooting out orange-red Fireballs the size of human heads at Yuan Ming's location.

Yuan Ming, manipulating Lei Yu, nimbly dodged the Fireballs, and glancing back to see Old Guo in relentless pursuit, felt a nameless anger well up within him.

If it were a one-on-one fight, he did not fear this Old Guo, but he did not want to attract trouble, and yet the other party persisted so tenaciously.

With that thought, Yuan Ming's mind moved, and in the clouds above Old Guo's head, a soul crow appeared, its beak opened, and a black sound wave struck right at Old Guo, who was caught off guard.

Struck by the Crow Cry, Old Guo instantly felt his Sea of Consciousness tremble and his Divine Soul shudder. He was briefly dazed and, upon regaining his senses, realized he was still standing mid-air, but Yuan Ming, whom he had been chasing, had already disappeared from sight. In his place was the young cultivator who had gone to kill Chai Jiujin.

At that moment, the young cultivator held a dead body in each hand, which upon closer inspection turned out to be Chai Jiujin and Yuan Ming.

"Useless, I ordered you to kill those people, and yet you let them escape! If I had not arrived in time, how would you have ended this?" the young cultivator scolded.

Old Guo immediately became flustered and was about to step forward, "Young Master, forgive me, I..."

But just then, a cool sensation came from his waist and abdomen, instantly rushing into his Sea of Consciousness, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head, making him instantly sober.

The scenery before his eyes also changed rapidly, and the young cultivator's figure disappeared in an instant, replaced by Yuan Ming, who stood on the back of Lei Yu with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

At the same time, a blood-colored blade light was slicing straight towards him, just seven or eight zhang away.

Old Guo, in fright, hastily pinched a spell with his right hand, and a surge of crimson mana burst forth from his sleeve, rapidly condensing into a Flame Shield in front of him to block the blood-colored blade light.

Due to the hasty casting, the Flame Shield's strength was not high and, after a brief stalemate, was shattered by the blade light, but that brief moment was enough for Old Guo to recall the Bronze Small Tripod to protect himself with the Magic Treasure.

Yuan Ming did not wish to clash directly with Magic Treasures using the Blood Transformation Saber, so he recalled it, and at that moment, Old Guo's attention was not on the Blood Blade but was fixed on Yuan Ming, his eyes full of wariness.

"With such a level of Illusion Technique, you are a Soul Cultivator!"

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