I Tame Beasts by Feeding

In that instant, the Red Purgatory Dragon and the Profound Turtle unleashed their power in unison. Positioned to the left and right, one of fire and one of water, they launched their most ferocious attacks. It was as if the world was ending, a cataclysm that surged from all sides, crashing down on the members of Dark Stream with overwhelming force.

Yu Changsheng staggered, gasping for breath. The attack had completely depleted the last of his Magical Power, leaving him utterly drained. The results, however, were astonishing.

By now, the attacks launched by both the Red Purgatory Dragon and the Profound Turtle had reached the Golden Core level. Even a Golden Core Cultivator would have to face them with extreme caution.

Summoning the Red Purgatory Dragon after its ascension to Tier Three took a heavy toll on Yu Changsheng, but its power was beyond question.

To the left, a sea of fire churned, thick with Evil Fire, creating a vision of Purgatory. To the right, a watery domain formed, its waves condensing into orbs, resembling a monstrous flood. It was a hell of both fire and water, descending all at once.

Intense shockwaves rippled through the bottom of the ravine. In an instant, the members of Dark Stream already trapped in the Illusion Realm—all except for the two Golden Core Cultivators—were turned to ash before they even had a chance to react, completely annihilated!

A person’s true potential is often only revealed in the most desperate of circumstances. The jolt of a life-or-death crisis is the ultimate catalyst, forcing one’s latent power to erupt.

As the Sea of Evil Fire raged and the colossal flood swept through, in a single clash, all ten members of Dark Stream below the Golden Core realm were wiped out.

As for the two Golden Core Cultivators, Meng Bo and Zimo, though they were still trapped in the Illusion Realm, the instinct for survival took over. With a frantic throbbing between their brows, they snapped their eyes open just as the two attacks were about to strike.

In an instant, the color drained from their faces. They let out muffled grunts, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths as they coughed. At the same time, two strange Runes shot out from between their brows. A brilliant golden light erupted from the Runes, enveloping them and instantly forming a blood-colored Vajra Shield.

Mystical patterns flowed across the Vajra Shield, which emitted an endless, rosy light that shielded the two men inside and bought them a moment to breathe.

The next moment, the Evil Fire and the flood slammed into the Vajra Shield. The shield shuddered violently as cracks rapidly spread across its surface. Unable to withstand the continuous waves of attacks, it began to emit a sharp, cracking sound.

"A peak Tier Three Guardian Talisman?"

Yu Changsheng’s gaze hardened, but he remained calm. He vaulted onto the back of the Red Purgatory Dragon and looked down upon the two men from his high vantage point.

Meng Bo and Zimo exchanged a look. As they licked the blood from the corners of their mouths, they saw the same shock and fury mirrored in each other’s eyes. Their expressions grim, they glared at Yu Changsheng and growled through gritted teeth:

"Yu Changsheng? Attacking us when we were vulnerable... a sneak attack. You’re truly despicable."

A moment ago, if they hadn’t possessed a treasure like that Guardian Talisman, their souls would have already departed this world, and they would have died full of resentment.

However, even though the Guardian Talisman had bought them time to react, their condition was dire. They had been forced to break free from the Illusion Realm, which left their Divine Souls weakened from the backlash. On top of that, they had already expended a great deal of energy fighting the Evil Ghost in the ravine earlier, leaving them utterly exhausted.

Before, they could rely on the other members of Dark Stream for support to just barely hold on. Now, they were running on fumes, completely overdrawing on their own reserves to survive.

"Despicable?" Yu Changsheng scratched the back of his head, his expression unchanged. He spoke with a hint of amusement, "Say what you will. Against vermin like you, there’s no need for honor."

As Yu Changsheng spoke, his eyes narrowed, and the chilling glint that flashed from them was enough to make one’s blood run cold.

"As long as I can kill you, I don’t care if my methods are a bit dirty."

The moment he finished speaking, Yu Changsheng lightly tapped his foot. The Red Purgatory Dragon instantly raised its head and let out a powerful Dragon’s Roar that shook the heavens. Its immense draconic might created a form of Spiritual Attack as its body writhed in the Sea of Fire. Then, its massive tail lashed out viciously at the two men!

BOOM!

The dragon’s tail slammed into the Vajra Shield. With just a single strike, the already crumbling shield finally gave way. With a final CRACK, it shattered into motes of light and dissipated.

"Third-stage Beast Taming??"

Completely exposed, Meng Bo and Zimo cried out in alarm. Sensing the Red Purgatory Dragon’s aura, they were filled with dread. Taking a deep breath, they retreated while sweeping their sleeves wide. The air erupted in a bloody light, which coalesced into an endless, overwhelming storm of blood-colored swords.

Meng Bo and Zimo exchanged a nod, then clapped their palms together in mid-air. In that instant, the sky full of blood-colored swords shot toward Yu Changsheng like a torrential rain.

Yu Changsheng remained composed. The Red Purgatory Dragon soared high, coiling in the air. It took a deep breath, and the scattered Evil Fire below suddenly erupted, coalescing into another Red Purgatory Dragon made of pure flame. Now there were two dragons—one real, one a phantom—both radiating the same astonishing power. They opened their cavernous maws from the left and right and lunged to devour the two men.

Meanwhile, the Profound Turtle rolled into position before Yu Changsheng, its shell forming a protective barrier to block the storm of Blood Swords.

The Blood Swords exploded against the Profound Turtle’s defense, causing little impact. The few stray swords that slipped past and struck Yu Changsheng failed to leave a scratch, thanks to his powerful physique.

"No!!"

With a deafening roar, the two Red Purgatory Dragons closed in. Already in a weakened state, the two men could only mount a brief defense. Their hearts filled with bitter reluctance as their bodies were engulfed by the endless Evil Fire. Then, with a single gulp from a dragon’s maw, they were reduced to nothing but bones, which quickly vanished.

In the blink of an eye, two Golden Core Experts had fallen! Not even their bones remained.

The violent commotion caused Zhang Tianwen, who was trapped deep within the Chi Mei Illusion Realm, to jolt. His eyes snapped open, a sharp glint flashing within them. He stared at his surroundings, stunned for a moment.

Almost at the exact moment Zhang Tianwen awoke, Shen Xingchen’s eyes opened as well, and a Heaven-reaching Sword Intent erupted from his body.

Watching this unfold, Yu Changsheng let out a breath. He tossed an Elixir to each of them before glancing at Li Minghan, who was still lost in the Illusion Realm. Then, he popped an Elixir into his own mouth.

Yang Tianyi had previously given him a generous number of life-saving Elixirs, including quite a few recovery-type Tier Three Elixirs.

As the Elixir took effect, his depleted Magical Power began to replenish at an incredible rate, and the feeling of weakness vanished.

Yu Changsheng’s body surged with newfound power. A cold glint and raw killing intent erupted in his eyes. Ignoring the astonished Zhang Tianwen and Shen Xingchen, he stamped his foot, his body streaking like a rainbow toward the cliff wall on the upper right. He then unleashed a full-powered punch!

RUMBLE!

The cliff face exploded in a shower of rock and dirt, sending a shockwave rolling outward. As the dust settled, three hidden figures were revealed within.

All three were male Cultivators dressed in identical blood-red robes, which bore the conspicuous emblem of the Profound Yin Sect. Two of them were young and handsome, while the third was middle-aged. All of them stared at Yu Changsheng with sinking gazes. The middle-aged Cultivator spoke, his voice grim:

"Such a sharp Divine Sense, to be able to find us."

Yu Changsheng’s expression was cold as he studied the three men. His gaze finally settled on the middle-aged Cultivator, his brow furrowing slightly.

Of the three, the two youths only had Foundation Establishment Cultivation; Yu Changsheng sensed they were about on par with Zhang Tianwen and Shen Xingchen. The middle-aged Cultivator, however, had reached the Golden Core realm—and the Middle Stage, at that. Even when Yu Changsheng probed him, he felt he couldn’t get a clear read on the man.

Clearly, they were all prodigious talents from the Profound Yin Sect. The Golden Core Cultivator was nearly a century old, sent into the Celestial Slaughter Secret Realm as one of the sect’s hidden assets.

"Rats in a sewer. You can’t hide that stench, no matter where you try to scurry off to."

In response to the middle-aged Cultivator’s surprise, Yu Changsheng’s expression remained impassive as he replied coolly.