Chapter 28: A Breakthrough in Battle, Second Level of the Yuan Sea Realm

"All disciples of the Blood Garment Sect at the Origin Sea Realm, hear my order!"

"Kill these two provocateurs immediately! A bottle of Heaven-grade Foundation Pellets as a reward for whoever draws blood first!"

The Elder of the Blood Garment Sect commanded with a vicious expression. Hearing the offer of Heaven-grade Foundation Pellets, the Origin Sea Realm disciples let out a howl of excitement. With eyes burning blood-red like wild beasts, they charged forward, swords drawn.

"Haha, Senior Sister, our chance to hone our swords has arrived!"

Watching the swarm of Blood Garment Sect disciples rushing in from all sides, Jun Moxiao felt no fear. Instead, his heart raced with excitement and his blood boiled. There were at least forty or fifty Origin Sea Realm cultivators surrounding them. Such a massive number of enemies would exert immense pressure, and it was precisely in this life-or-death struggle that cultivation and combat experience could see rapid breakthroughs.

Although there were many disciples, none possessed the sixth-level Origin Sea Realm cultivation like Bai Yufeng; most were between the first and fifth levels.

"Junior Brother, I just consumed a Dragon-Tiger Pellet, and I’m feeling restless! Come on, let’s go kill!" Luo Li laughed and leaped into the air. A flash of sword light whistled, spreading in every direction.

Jun Moxiao also executed the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon, manifesting several afterimages. While in mid-air, he unleashed the Divine Dragon Sword Technique, the blade light pouring down like liquid mercury as he struck out at his surroundings.

While their mastery of sword techniques was slightly less refined than their movement technique, the pair remained agile and masterful. Even under the siege of forty or fifty Origin Sea Realm cultivators, they moved with ease.

*Swish! Swish!*

Sword beams shot toward them from every direction, yet the afterimages crisscrossing the plaza meant that not a single strike landed on them. However, it was equally difficult for them to land their own attacks, as every move they made was met with simultaneous counter-strikes from a dozen opponents.

*Bang! Bang!*

Their sword qi collided in mid-air, exploding and dissipating. The battle was incredibly intense.

The Blood Garment Sect Elder, who was at the Spirit Molding Realm, stood with his hands behind his back, watching the battle with a cold, grim expression. He was deeply perplexed. Though these two youths were not high in cultivation, their true combat prowess was extraordinary. What kind of faction could cultivate such talent? The other ten great sects had no mention of these two.

*Hm?*

The Elder’s gaze shifted as he caught sight of several blood-soaked figures stumbling in.

"You... how did you sustain such grievous injuries?" Elder Liu’s expression turned to shock as he looked at Bai Yufeng, his heart skipping a beat. Bai Yufeng was one of the sect’s ten heavenly geniuses. For him to be so severely wounded was no small matter.

While Elder Liu was deep in thought, Bai Yufeng stared fixedly at the battlefield. He was stunned to discover that the pair of youths had not only dared to break into the Blood Garment Sect's branch but were actually engaging his fellow disciples. These two moved like swimming dragons, their evasions fluid and their sword light like rain; not once had they been touched. Despite the overwhelming numbers, their attackers were momentarily helpless.

"What kind of movement technique is this?" Bai Yufeng was aghast. As a genius disciple, he was well-read and experienced, yet he had never seen such supernatural footwork.

"Elder Liu, we were defeated by them. Our swords and storage rings were taken. You must avenge us!" a disciple lamented, crying out to Elder Liu.

"Rest assured, they will not escape," Elder Liu replied with a grim nod. To cause trouble in his branch, injure his disciples, and rob them—how could he let them leave? If they escaped, he would be unfit to remain an Elder.

In a private room at a nearby tavern, Ye Yun took a slow, deliberate bite of his food. He looked toward the plaza and gave a faint nod. On the road, both Luo Li and Jun Moxiao had taken a Dragon-Tiger Pellet, with much of the medicinal power still stored within their bodies. The pressure from forty or fifty Origin Sea Realm disciples was exactly what they needed to force a breakthrough.

Ye Yun’s seal, even when suppressing them to the Origin Sea Realm, meant that improving by a small level was equivalent to a breakthrough at the Spirit Molding Realm. He hoped they could learn to fight above their level without external aid, so that in the future, with divine weapons in hand, they could challenge even stronger opponents.

*Whoosh!*

After Jun Moxiao repelled several disciples, he turned into a dragon afterimage and vanished into the void. Suddenly, he heard a faint sound. An afterimage materialized back into solid form in mid-air, and as she landed, Jun Moxiao felt that his Senior Sister’s cultivation had reached the second level of the Origin Sea Realm.

"Senior Sister has broken through!" Jun Moxiao was overjoyed. At that moment, a wave of sword light from a dozen disciples struck like mercury. He rushed forward to block the onslaught.

With her breakthrough, Luo Li’s combat power surged, and she unleashed countless sword beams.

"This brat... she actually broke through in the middle of battle," Bai Yufeng gritted his teeth, desperate to join the fray. Those capable of breaking through in battle were nothing short of peerless monsters.

"Elder Liu, you cannot stand by any longer. Otherwise, that boy might break through next," Bai Yufeng urged hatefully.

Elder Liu’s face darkened; he sensed the severity of the situation. He drew his sword, preparing to join the battle and swiftly execute these two provocateurs. Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught sight of a black carriage at the edge of the plaza.

*Clack!*

The black horse tapped its hoof against the ground, a crisp, clear sound. This sound echoed like a thunderclap in Elder Liu’s ears, leaving him stunned on the spot.

The black horse raised its head and glanced at him. In that instant, Elder Liu felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. Within the darkness, two blood-red eyes, as massive as mountains, rose up to stare at him. He felt utterly insignificant, looking up to see a terrifying, heaven-shaking demon king looming over him from the nine heavens.

Elder Liu broke into a cold sweat, his entire body frozen as if by ice. He stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move a muscle.

Bai Yufeng found this strange. *Elder Liu... wasn't he going to kill them? Why is he suddenly drenched in sweat and frozen in place?*

"Elder Liu, what is wrong?" Bai Yufeng asked in a low voice.

Elder Liu remained silent, his expression blank, still lost in that terrifying world of darkness. Sensing something was amiss, Bai Yufeng scanned the surroundings but found nothing. Feeling a sense of impending doom, he shouted to the disciples at the Profound Pellet Realm, "Everyone, join the attack! Kill the invaders!"

"Yes!" A hundred Profound Pellet Realm disciples roared in unison, their voices rolling like waves, filled with boundless killing intent.

Layers of sword light descended from all sides toward the center. The pressure increased sharply, and the situation on the plaza shifted in an instant.