Chapter 52: Green Light

Seeing the wall of Qi standing in the air, Junior Brother Bai Ming felt no great panic.

That last sword strike had merely been a probe.

He gently closed his eyes, and a faint green light emerged from his body. Fierce gales whistled behind him, causing his hair to flutter.

The first form of the Wuxiang Wind-Control Tactic.

"Tornado Burial!" Junior Brother Bai Ming roared, and the gale behind him suddenly spun.

A massive tornado quickly formed, rotating violently and sweeping away the surrounding fallen leaves and gravel.

The massive cyclone, with a radius of five meters, bore down on them, seemingly sweeping away the light in the sky and plunging everything into darkness.

Looking up at the giant tornado before him, Song Jin only felt a headache; he had been ordered to come and stop Junior Brother Bai Ming.

But was the scene before him truly something a kid who had just reached Foundation Establishment could unleash?

He gritted his teeth. "This is truly troublesome."

Under the savage tearing of the tornado, the wall of Qi became incredibly unstable, as if it would shatter into pieces the next moment.

Resisting the immense airflow, Song Jin shook his hands, concentrating his Qi Aura into his right fist.

He condensed his spiritual power and threw a punch. "Heavenly Aura Void-Breaking Fist."

The moment the wall of Qi shattered, a massive fist-shaped Qi Aura surged forward, striking straight at the center of the tornado.

Under such a fierce fist-shaped Qi Aura, the tornado's howling forward momentum stalled slightly, but it was only a stall.

The waist of the giant tornado tilted a bit, but it still rushed towards the Song family cultivators.

Junior Brother Bai Ming mocked, "Do you really think that with one mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and a bunch of Qi Refining cultivators, you can stop me? What wishful thinking."

The arrogant voice slipped into the ears of the cultivators present like a breeze.

After the mockery, his expression returned to calm, devoid of any emotion.

He was certainly not acting on impulse; on the contrary, his mind was extremely clear right now.

Or rather, it had never been this clear before.

The verbal provocation was to prepare for his hidden trump card.

He intended to use every available means.

Watching Song Jin, who was resisting alone, Junior Brother Bai Ming pursed his lips, a flash of hesitation crossing his eyes.

The Qi Aura protecting his body caused this lethal move to be somewhat restrained.

Although the ferocity of the tornado had not been stifled, it was no longer advancing.

The field entered a subtle phase; if left alone, the tornado would sooner or later be destroyed.

But as it happened, there was not just one Foundation Establishment cultivator on the field.

Junior Brother Bai Ming slashed a wind blade towards a hidden spot. "Still not coming out?"

A nimble figure in purple appeared from within.

"Young Master Bai truly has keen eyes," the Purple-robed Youth spoke.

Hiding in the shadows and waiting for an opportunity; it seemed he was the agile type.

Truly thorough.

Junior Brother Bai Ming withdrew his spirit sword, observing the situation on the field.

In the distance, Song Jin, protected by his Qi Aura, charged alone into the center of the tornado, forcibly extinguishing the wind core within.

The wind force of the tornado stopped instantly and slowly dissipated, revealing Song Jin in the center. His clothes were tattered, and he bore several knife-like wounds.

Relying on his Qi Aura protection, Song Jin's wounds were numerous but not deep, far from reaching the point of breaking bones or tendons.

He noticed the Purple-robed Youth to the side and felt surprised. "I didn't expect the Patriarch to call him as well; have the Shadow Guards even been deployed?"

Ignoring the wounds on his body, he hurriedly circulated his Qi Aura, preparing to stop Junior Brother Bai Ming.

The two on the ground were ready to strike, and Junior Brother Bai Ming in the high air hesitated for a moment.

He had not wanted to expend too much spiritual power in a place like this, but now it seemed that if he wanted a quick resolution, he would have to pay a price.

Holding his spirit sword casually across his chest, Junior Brother Bai Ming looked disdainful, his tone flat. "Come at me together, it will save me time."

The Purple-robed Youth smiled. "Then excuse us, Young Master Bai."

Watching the youth in the sky, Song Jin tensed his legs, feeling cautious.

A breeze blew past, and amidst the swaying weeds, the two figures vanished with a swish.

A sharp blade thrust fiercely towards Junior Brother Bai Ming's back; in the next breath, it could pierce through his chest.

The spirit sword in front of Junior Brother Bai Ming's chest quickly flew out of its sheath, autonomously blocking the Purple-robed Youth's sword strike.

Shifting his figure, Junior Brother Bai Ming turned, and the wind blade in his hand sliced towards the Purple-robed Youth's chest, causing him to lose strength in his grip.

At the same time, he gripped the hilt with his left hand and slashed out a sword Qi, driving the Purple-robed Youth back to the ground.

But before Junior Brother Bai Ming could steady himself, the fist aura behind him whistled faintly, the sound of friction tearing through the air reaching him.

A flame appeared out of thin air, blocking for him for an instant.

Seizing the opportunity, Junior Brother Bai Ming dodged sideways with a clang, caught his sword with his right hand, turned and thrust, clashing against the fist aura.

The Purple-robed Youth, who had fallen to the ground, quickly got up, wanting to seize the opportunity to sneak attack Junior Brother Bai Ming from behind.

Junior Brother Bai Ming glanced sideways, and six cyan-green sword lights appeared behind him, thrusting towards the Purple-robed Youth on the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of Heart Fire, burning towards Song Jin in front of him.

The previous provocation was not a meaningless outburst, but to seize the time to circulate spiritual power within his body, so that at this critical moment, he could release the sword lights immediately.

The trajectories of the six sword lights were erratic and swift, just like six assassins.

Attacking the Purple-robed Youth from six different directions, they kept him busy and unable to launch a sneak attack.

The battle between them happened very quickly; the Song family cultivators on the ground had just recovered from the tornado's sweep when they saw the two Foundation Establishment cultivators deadlocked with Junior Brother Bai Ming.

The Qi Refining cultivators gathered their spells and attacked Junior Brother Bai Ming.

Facing the attacks, Junior Brother Bai Ming, who was deadlocked with Song Jin, could not dodge for a moment, but he did not need to.

The wind blades beside him shredded the incoming attacks, and occasionally, a few that struck Junior Brother Bai Ming were blocked by his fire cloak.

Facing the dual suppression of Junior Brother Bai Ming's spirit sword and Heart Fire, Song Jin felt immense pressure, his brows furrowing tightly.

He had not expected that with the two of them at mid-stage Foundation Establishment joining forces, Junior Brother Bai Ming would not show the slightest sign of fatigue.

He could only continuously gather Qi Aura on his body, forming a Qi Aura armor to resist the burning of the Heart Fire on his body.

But gradually, he discovered that the flame showed no signs of fading under the interference of the Qi Aura; instead, it burned faintly stronger.

He could only rely on the restorative effects of the Heavenly Aura Returning Heaven Technique to struggle against the flame's burning of his body.

Just at this stalemate stage, Junior Brother Bai Ming smiled eerily. Song Jin felt a shock in his heart, and the flames on his body suddenly surged.

Junior Brother Bai Ming held the sword with both hands, his eyes sharp. "Cyan Fang Flash!"

As the voice sounded, Song Jin's vision suddenly brightened. When he regained his senses, his chest had already been pierced by a sword, and Junior Brother Bai Ming was nowhere to be seen.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Song Jin fell straight towards the ground; that sword strike had been too fast, so fast that he hadn't even seen it clearly.

Seeing Song Jin's plight, the Purple-robed Youth's heart sank, and he was almost pierced by the flying sword lights.

He muttered, "What 'leave one breath alive'… this is simply a monster."

In the very next instant after the thought arose.

A green light struck.

A sharp sword passed straight through his back.

Surprise still lingered on the Purple-robed Youth's face.

Without much hesitation, Junior Brother Bai Ming quickly pulled out his sword, and six cyan sword lights surrounded him as he flew towards outside the city.

Easily dispersing the group of Qi Refining cultivators below, there was now no one who could stop him.

Only a few meters from the city wall, a powerful aura appeared out of thin air.

The pressure of a Golden Core cultivator enveloped the entire city wall, pressing down on Junior Brother Bai Ming so he could not move.

He struggled to lift his head and saw a middle-aged man with a gentle smile.

Patriarch Song!

Patriarch Song's expression was composed. "It seems Ming'er's Wuxiang Wind-Control Tactic has become quite proficient."