Chapter 242: Reinforcements and Revelation
Chapter 242: Reinforcements and Revelation
Hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators were locked in chaotic combat, their power overturning the seas and rivers, reshaping the land between heaven and earth, and distorting the very phenomena of the sky.
The most eye catching scenes were in two places.
In one, San Tu stood alone with his sword.
His robes, hair, and beard were soaked in blood, some his own and some belonging to his enemies.
His face was pale as he used a net of sword energy to envelop more than eighty Nascent Soul cultivators around him.
In another, Qing Shuang controlled four magical treasures in the form of brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Their lights split and merged continuously, surrounding over eighty Nascent Soul cultivators while passively defending against their attacks.
His face looked faint and almost translucent.
It was clear that both of them were under immense pressure.
As for the other dozen or so cultivators, each of them was being surrounded by four, five, or even seven or eight enemies, struggling greatly to hold their ground.
"Attack."
Seeing this, Xiao Shou immediately gave the command.
At the same time, he flew forward and joined the battlefield.
With a slight movement of his fingers, dozens of vines shot out from his side, rushing toward the enemies surrounding San Tu and Qing Shuang who were in critical danger.
The enemies saw that it was merely a Nascent Soul stage junior using soft and seemingly powerless vines to attack them.
Such attacks could not even break through their protective spiritual light.
They did not even bother to mock him.
They simply ignored Xiao Shou’s attack and continued focusing on San Tu and Qing Shuang.
Normally, such a response would have been correct.
But reality was far harsher.
"Explode."
With Xiao Shou’s sharp shout, the enemies near the vines were instantly engulfed in deafening explosions.
At that moment, it was not only Xiao Shou’s vine techniques that detonated, but also dozens of wind dragons released by Fu Young on the other side.
The power of over a hundred Tier 4 Five Thunder Beads detonating at once surpassed even a single strike from a Spirit Transformation stage cultivator.
Both sides in the midst of battle saw a storm of blood, severed limbs, and shattered bodies raining down from the explosion.
At the same time, more than a hundred Golden Core cultivators clad in armor and several dozen Nascent Soul cultivators in disheveled states, protected by their magical treasures, were blasted out of the storm.
They roared in fury.
"Junior, you seek death!"
"Four Symbols as One."
Before those enemies could even counterattack at the very moment they burst out from the explosion, four massive spirit beasts formed from condensed spiritual energy appeared.
Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise merged together into a gigantic ten thousand meter manifestation.
It had the head of a dragon, the body of a tiger, scales covering its form, and flaming wings on its back.
It charged forward violently, sweeping up the enemies who had just escaped the blast and pulling them into its body.
Gou Guangming, Gou Zhi, Gou Heng, and Gou Yue simultaneously formed hand seals and shouted in unison.
"Devour Spirit!"
In an instant, within the merged Four Symbols manifestation, the four types of spiritual light twisted and churned together.
After three breaths, the light dissipated.
Countless broken and dimmed magical treasures and enemies who had lost all their spiritual energy fell from the sky, crashing to the ground in a weakened state.
This sudden two stage assault plunged both sides into a strange silence.
They instinctively stopped fighting and pulled back, creating distance as they faced each other from afar.
At the same time, they all looked toward the group that had suddenly entered the battlefield.
Having gained a moment to breathe, San Tu coughed awkwardly and said, "You young ones arrived at just the right time."
"I was almost unable to hold on," Qing Shuang said as he swallowed several pills, trying to recover as quickly as possible.
"You have all worked hard, seniors. Grand Healing Art."
Xiao Shou did not pause.
He immediately formed hand seals and cast a Nascent Soul level secret technique, using the Grand Healing Art to treat the cultivators on their side.
Everyone saw that as he spoke and moved his hands, a white mist filled with vitality gathered around him and spread outward, enveloping the dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators on their side.
When the mist dissipated, everyone’s complexion improved greatly.
Their external injuries were fully healed and more than half of their spiritual energy had been restored.
Ye Sun who is an independent cultivator sensed the condition of his body and praised, "Such a powerful healing technique. Its effect rivals that of a Nascent Soul medical cultivator."
"It seems they are on our side," Li Yanhan of the Azure Frost Sect said calmly, flicking her whisk.
However, after releasing the Grand Healing Art, Xiao Shou no longer paid attention to the others.
He was staring at the remaining hundred or so Nascent Soul cultivators on the enemy side with a look of disbelief.
Seeing his expression, Fu Young asked with concern, "Master, what is wrong?"
"Young’er, did you notice the patterns on the sleeves of their robes?" Xiao Shou asked, his expression unsettled as he heard his disciple’s voice.
Fu Young nodded.
He had already observed them clearly before making his move.
"Yes. Those thorn patterns. What about them?"
"They are not ordinary thorn patterns. Look closely. Around the sleeve, the ring of thorns is evenly divided into four sections, and in each section there is a faint small circle."
Xiao Shou’s expression turned grim as he spoke.
After hearing Xiao Shou say this, Gou Guangming focused his senses and examined them carefully before saying, "That is indeed the case. But what is special about this pattern, Sect Master?"
"This is not just a design on their robes. It is the totem of the Order of Assassins."
Xiao Shou clenched his fists as he spoke.