Chương 93: The Yin Yang Flying Guillotine

"A Soul Technique?" The seventh level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator was a seasoned veteran, widely traveled and deeply knowledgeable. The realization struck him like a thunderbolt. The remaining three cultivators felt a jolt of shock, but it was quickly swallowed by an inferno of greed. Zhang Huaijin had barely broken through to Foundation Establishment Realm, yet he already wielded a Soul Technique. There had to be an enormous secret hidden within him. Soul Techniques.

Even Purple Mansion Realm cultivators rarely possessed such treasures.

"Kill him. We must kill him!" The next moment, their voices trembled, half from fear, half from ravenous desire. Boom! The four cultivators simultaneously unleashed their Spirit Artifacts, attacking Zhang Huaijin from all four directions. Zhang Huaijin's expression didn't waver in the slightest. He stopped holding back. As a Complete Cultivator, a surge of overwhelming blood qi power exploded from his body and shot toward the heavens.

The Blue Bamboo Serenity Sword and the Blood Dragon Sword materialized in his palms. Since his secrets were already exposed, there was no point in hiding anymore. Twelve Yin Yang Divine Needles tore through the air, unleashing a terrifying wave of soul power. Space itself rippled faintly around them. Silently, instantly, the needles locked onto the heads of the two fifth-level cultivators.

"Vajra Seal!"

"Blood Bear Hand!"

"Meteor Fall Fist!" Zhang Huaijin hurled his two Spirit Swords. They erupted with blazing sword light, their power further amplified by his Sword Shadow mastery, and shot toward the sixth level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators. His Bloodline Abilities exploded outward. Torrents of blood qi roared like a tidal wave. In the span of ten breaths, he had unleashed over a dozen attacks. The seventh level cultivator staggered backward repeatedly, his eyes wide with sheer horror.

'What kind of monster is this?' A Complete Cultivator, maintaining such terrifying combat power... And more importantly, his cultivation speed was absolutely absurd. Phantom projections of ferocious beasts materialized across the sky, crashing down upon the seventh level cultivator. Zhang Huaijin's blood qi surged; he stood like a fierce as a demon incarnate. Even this veteran seventh level cultivator struggled to parry the sudden, savage onslaught. In the Tang Kingdom, body cultivators were extremely rare.

Body tempering resources were scarce, progress was painfully slow, and truly powerful body cultivators were few. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. But their combat prowess? They were undeniably ferocious. As for the two fifth-level cultivators despite their wariness, the Yin Yang Divine Needles were no ordinary technique. They were inherited from the Primordial Tai Chi Visualization Diagram, a supreme Soul Technique.

It wasn't something a fifth-level cultivator could possibly block. To make matters worse, Zhang Huaijin's soul strength had already reached the peak of the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. The combination was absolute devastation. The two fifth-level cultivators' bodies went rigid. A flash of unwillingness flickered through their eyes. Blood seeped from their seven orifices as their souls shattered violently within them. Their auras vanished instantly.

They plummeted from the sky, dead before they hit the ground. In the blink of an eye, two fifth level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators were slain. The remaining two cultivators shuddered, ice crawling down their spines.

"Blood Nether Thousand Bone Spikes!" Zhang Huaijin's voice was low. A surge of blood qi gushed from his body. Behind him, dozens of crimson points of light appeared, then swelled at a visible speed into massive crimson spears. A terrifying killing intent poured forth. Boom! Dozens of spears shot out, tearing through the air with a shrill, shrieking whistle. Zhang Huaijin pressed the attack. His two Spirit Swords flew back into his hands.

"Spirit Ruin Burial Extinction!" He murmured. Interwoven sword lights, one emerald, one blood-red, erupted into a towering pillar of sword energy. Within the hazy radiance, the phantom of an emerald spirit coffin materialized, wreathed in terrifying azure flames. His Sword Shadow swordsmanship pushed the technique to even deadlier heights. This attack had reached the seventh level. This was a sword dao technique recorded in the Crimson Flame Spirit Ruin Scripture.

Already devastating on its own, its power was further amplified by Sword Shadows and his Supreme Grade Dao Foundation. The combination unleashed a truly horrifying aura. Zhang Huaijin stood in his white robes, ink-black hair flowing, his killing intent sharp as a blade. Boom! The colossal sword energy crashed down. The phantom spirit coffin descended from the sky, enveloping the two seventh level cultivators.

"Impossible! How can a third-level cultivator unleash such power?" The two cultivators were utterly dumbfounded.

"Heaven's Pinnacle Bone Crushing Blast!"

"Violet Shadow Demon Sword!" They unleashed their full strength. Torrents of spiritual energy bloomed. A hideous, gray-white stele phantom appeared, seemingly howling with countless anguished souls. A violet demon sword phantom materialized, its surrounding sword energy blasting outward. The three attacks collided with a deafening boom. The ground cracked. Earth flew skyward. It was as if a dragon had turned over deep underground.

The energy fluctuations from this Foundation Establishment Realm battle had drawn the attention of nearby spirit beasts. But the recent beast tide had just ended; only Qi Refining Realm spirit beasts remained in the area, not a single Tier 2 beast. These low-level creatures didn't dare show themselves, terrified of being instantly killed by the stray energy. Huaijin's spiritual energy flowed without end. The emerald spirit coffin in the sky, slightly dimmed by the enemy's counter-attacks, let out a sharp crack.

The next moment, the coffin lid slid open. A force of extinction swirled within, and a black-tinged emerald sword light shot out. It tore through the chaotic residual energy like a knife through paper, crossed the distance in a flash, and headed straight for the sixth-level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator. This man had just exhausted most of his spiritual energy unleashing his full power. He was caught in that fatal gap, between the end of his old strength and the birth of new strength. Fssh!

The black-emerald sword light, carrying the power of extinction and blazing flames, ripped through his chest. Blood sprayed instantly. The sword light howled past, piercing clean through. A splash of red stained the empty air. The third Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator fell to Zhang Huaijin's blade.

"Now it's just you and me. Are you ready?" This was the first time Zhang Huaijin spoke since the battle began. His two Swords hovered beside him. His white robes were pristine as snow. He looked like an immortal descending upon the mortal world. But his fighting style was brutally savage. Zhang Huaijin's voice carried no warmth, only icy, unyielding killing intent. The collision of energies in the void had already faded. But the devastation all around bore witness to the ferocity of the fight.

"No... this can't be happening!" The masked seventh-level cultivator's voice cracked. A desperate, almost tearful tremor bled into the aged voice. Huaijin's true combat power had utterly shattered his nerve. He had hidden his strength too well!

'Is he some ancient monster reborn? He has to be. Otherwise, even with a spirit body he couldn't possibly be this powerful…' Swish! Thoughts raced through the seventh-level cultivator's mind. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and fled. Zhang Huaijin didn't hurry. A faint flicker of mockery appeared in his eyes. He had revealed his Soul Techniques. That meant these people were already dead men walking.

"Are you sure you can run?"

"Yin Yang Flying Guillotine."