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"Retreat!"

Yang Qi turned around and used the Wind Step, dashing into the distance.

"Don’t even think about escaping. Today, you will die here," Li Chengyan roared in anger as his Silver Dragon Sword Qi slashed out once again, blocking Yang Qi’s path.

The members of the Wu and Zheng Families joined forces, launching a massive volley of attacks that cut off another of Yang Qi’s escape routes. Wu Feng and the young man in the blue hoodie launched their own attacks as well. Unless Yang Qi could fly, there was no easy way out.

It seems I have no choice but to expose some of my abilities now.

The Combat Power Yang Qi was forcefully suppressing was simply not enough to contend with these people, forcing him to make a decision. The golden longsword in his hand turned a water-blue color, and then, with a single motion, he swept it in a circle around his body.

Five Elements Sword Art, Xuanwu Cold Ice Sword!

A massive phantom of a Xuanwu appeared over the blade. An icy aura instantly froze all the incoming attacks, completely neutralizing them. This single strike was just too overpowering. It not only blocked everyone’s attacks but also froze more than a dozen people to death on the spot. It was simply domineering.

"Next, it’s your turn to die."

Yang Qi looked at Li Chengyan, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He had painstakingly suppressed his Combat Power to avoid revealing his full strength, but now that he had been exposed, he no longer cared.

"Run!"

Having witnessed Yang Qi’s terrifying power, Li Chengyan and the others didn’t dare to linger. Overcome with fear, they turned to flee. But how could they possibly escape Yang Qi’s counterattack?

Numerous Cold Ice Chains shot out, entangling everyone. There was no escape.

What followed was a harvest of lives. Li Chengyan, the young man in the blue hoodie, Zheng Busu—in the end, they were all dead. Only Wu Feng remained.

Yang Qi looked at him coldly. "Considering you’re from the Wu Family, I’ll spare you. But remember this: you saw nothing here today. If word of this gets back to the Wu Family, I will not hesitate to kill you."

Immediately after, he used the Immortal Gourd to absorb all the True Qi from the corpses, condensing it into Spiritual Liquid. Then he turned and left.

Wu Feng collapsed to the ground, his face a mask of terror.

What kind of monster is this? So many people, gone in an instant. He’s just too strong. To think I, Wu Feng, am ranked third on Sea City’s Hidden Dragon List. Yet before Yang Qi, I was utterly defenseless.

「At the Spiritual Spring」

The chaotic battle was still raging, a stalemate where many had already died. Under Liu Heita’s leadership, the forces from the Western Territory were gradually gaining the upper hand. They had secured the Spiritual Spring and were beginning to extract its essence.

Victory seemed within reach, but Liu Heita didn’t dare let his guard down. After all, they hadn’t left the Forbidden Land yet. Only by taking the Spiritual Spring out of this place could they claim true victory.

However, his worst fears came to pass. Just as they finished packing the Spiritual Spring and were preparing to leave, people from the Future Group arrived. Leading the group was a young man in a white suit. He wore a bow tie and glasses, giving him a refined air, but he exuded an immense and terrifying pressure that bore down on Liu Heita.

"Leave the Spiritual Spring and scram. It belongs to our Future Group," the refined man said indifferently.

"Don’t even think about it!"

Although Liu Heita was afraid, he was still a Third Rank Overlord. He believed that few people under the age of thirty could be stronger than him. Even if this refined man was more formidable, it couldn’t be by much. He turned to his subordinates. "Take the Spiritual Spring and go. I’ll hold these guys off."

"Hold me off? Heh." The refined man let out a cold laugh. A sword appeared in his hand, and with a single swing, a dazzling Sword Radiance shot forth, its brilliance almost suffocating.

"Block it!" Liu Heita roared. He swung his battle saber, unleashing his strongest strike. He didn’t dare hold anything back. The opponent was too strong, and if he underestimated him, he would be the one to suffer in the end.

But his Sword Radiance shattered in an instant, and the opponent’s Sword Radiance continued its downward slash.

"Impossible!" Liu Heita cried out in horror. He had faced powerful opponents before, but never one so young. His full-powered strike couldn’t even block the attack.

BOOM!

The attack slammed into the battle saber he held defensively before him. Liu Heita was smashed hard into the ground, creating a one-meter-square deep pit. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

This is too terrifying. The Future Group actually enlisted such a fearsome individual.

The refined man walked over, looking down at the fallen Liu Heita with a faint smile. Everyone around watched the scene in horror, scarcely able to believe their eyes. Liu Heita was a master who had outclassed them all, yet he couldn’t even last a single exchange against this man. It was insane.

"This guy... he’s a Fifth Rank Overlord!" someone gasped.

"A Fifth Rank Overlord this young? How is that possible?"

People were in disbelief. A Fifth Rank Overlord... that would require an extraordinary level of talent.

"All of you, scram," the refined man announced, his voice laced with supreme confidence. "This Spiritual Spring belongs to the Future Group. If I see anyone here in ten minutes, I will kill them without mercy."

He believed he could suppress anyone who came, so he wasn’t worried about them fetching reinforcements. Besides, he wasn’t alone. His companions were also formidable. While not his equal, some were on par with Liu Heita.

"Let’s go." Liu Heita sighed. Already gravely injured, he had no chance of fighting for the Spiritual Spring. Moreover, he had offended many people earlier; it would be disastrous if he stayed and was ambushed. He instructed the Martial Artists from the Western Territory to leave the Spiritual Spring behind, and they all departed in a hurry.

"We should go too. The Spiritual Spring today is the Future Group’s for the taking."

"Alas, how frustrating."

"What a pity our clan’s top prodigy didn’t enter. Otherwise, what right would he have to be so arrogant?"

Though they grumbled, everyone chose to leave. They all believed the refined man would make good on his ruthless threat and that they would all die if they didn’t leave within ten minutes, so they scattered while they still could.

As the crowd dispersed, the refined man revealed a smug smile. "The Martial Artists of Dragon Country are all trash. This Spiritual Spring belongs to the Future Group. Grab it all, let’s go."

The spring had already been packed, which saved them considerable effort.

"Dragon Country’s Martial Artists are all trash? Are you that confident?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

The refined man frowned, surprised that someone else would show up at a time like this. He looked toward the source of the voice as a figure slowly emerged. It was Yang Qi.