Chapter 1838: The Power of the Lingxu Lord's Divine Artifact

Their objective was clearly defined: attacking Xu Yang and Long Kun was merely a tactic to restrain them, while their true core target was Xiao, a former member of their team.

Xu Yang sneered, "It seems your organization, hidden behind the Ancient Martial God Path, truly prioritizes loyalty. Anyone who betrays you must face endless pursuit." He continued, "However, today I'm telling you that Xiao is now our comrade. She will never return to that dark organization, and no one will take her away while I, Xu Yang, am here."

Perhaps it was Xu Yang's commanding words that delivered an undeniable and profound emotional impact to Xiao. In that moment, she felt no regrets, as if her fate in this battle, even if it meant her demise, was something she accepted. Xiao had never regretted joining Xu Yang's team and breaking free from her past. Supported by this powerful conviction, she fearlessly drew out her two razor-sharp purple daggers again and charged towards the three Dao Integration disciples who matched her in strength.

High-intensity confrontations were imminent. The temporary battlefield, situated by the soaring waterfall, was instantly partitioned into three distinct combat zones. Yet, Xu Yang appeared the most at ease; he made no substantial moves from beginning to end, perfectly containing the Spirit Sacrificers solely with his unparalleled agility and speed.

Boom! One powerful martial aura after another slammed towards Xu Yang from the palms of these Spirit Sacrificers.

However, Xu Yang's footwork was simply too elusive. More importantly, he was merely toying with these Spirit Sacrificers like monkeys, with no intention of clearing them out in a single move. He simply wanted to observe what other distinct characteristics these so-called Spirit Sacrificers, who accumulated power through special cultivation methods, possessed compared to regular martial artists.

As the fight continued, Xu Yang seemed to recall something. He swiftly ripped off the cloaks of his opponents. After their respective marks were revealed, a satisfied smile finally spread across Xu Yang's face.

"You six truly have no idea of your own limitations. Since you're so eager to rush to your deaths, I'll let you experience my latest divine artifact."

As Xu Yang finished speaking, the familiar dark golden light once again emanated from his palm, revealing his latest proud creation: the Void Sovereign Divine Artifact.

The Spirit Sacrificer with the strongest offensive capability, identified by the nightingale totem on his back, spoke coldly. "Your combat intelligence is truly concerning. You know that the marks on our bodies can generate an endless supply of martial power and instantly heal our physical damage. Yet you still think of using a weapon to harm us. It's utterly ridiculous. Do you really believe this one sword in your hand can kill any of us?"

Hearing this, Xu Yang chuckled, deliberately feigning a thoughtful expression.

"I see you're very confident. Then let you be the first among these six to fall before me."

As his words concluded, Xu Yang gently waved his palm. The Void Sovereign Divine Artifact, which had been a dark golden sword, instantly transformed into three razor-sharp golden needles. He held them between his fingers, then, after locking onto his Spirit Sacrificer target, he flung the three golden needles out forcefully, and they vanished into thin air.

Even the aura produced by their friction with the air as they flew vanished completely, a sight that immediately filled the Spirit Sacrificer with the nightingale totem on his back with a profound sense of panic.

But before the individual could react, the three golden needles, which had vanished, reappeared out of thin air, simultaneously piercing the mark behind his neck from three different directions.

It's worth noting that this Spirit Sacrificer's protective martial energy was shattered to pieces by Xu Yang's three golden needles in a single strike.

"With such weak defenses, you still dared to show off in front of me. You are truly pathetic."

To his dying breath, this person couldn't comprehend how Xu Yang had struck his weak point; after all, he had no eyes in the back of his head. The invisible and lethal nature of these three golden needles utterly shocked the other five powerful Spirit Sacrificers nearby.

"No good, this guy's weapon is unusual. Don't let him ambush us again. Everyone, gather together immediately." The remaining five powerful Spirit Sacrificers did not continue to act with arrogant disregard like the one Xu Yang had just "taught a lesson." Instead, they decisively adopted the most advantageous formation, circling their backs to each other to prevent the same tragedy from befalling them.

When Xu Yang saw them make this change, the smile on his face deepened. With a horizontal wave of his palm, the three golden needles returned to his hand, and he performed a second transformation of their form.

"Do you think merely changing your formation can alter your fate of falling? How ridiculous."

As his words concluded, Xu Yang clenched the three golden needles tightly in his palm. After a flash of light, a massive dark golden war hammer materialized in his hand.

"Now, taste the power of my great war hammer."

Seeing Xu Yang switch to another top-tier weapon so quickly, the five powerful Spirit Sacrificers were all stunned, their eyes widening in disbelief. "Damn it, how many magical artifacts does this guy have? Fighting like this probably isn't going to work."

No sooner had that person finished speaking than Xu Yang's dark golden hammer crashed down from above their heads. The five individuals had no choice but to immediately scatter and flee in various directions, as the spot where they had just stood was utterly pulverized by Xu Yang's single hammer strike.

"What terrifying destructive power."

The Spirit Warrior Cultivators gasped, relieved to have narrowly escaped, but then a new, even fiercer wave of attacks from Xu Yang appeared.

This time, what had previously been a destructive dark golden hammer now transformed into two razor-sharp dark golden daggers.

At this moment, Xu Yang's agility and speed also reached their peak, transforming him into a vengeful spirit hunting in the dark of night. He locked onto one of the five Spirit Sacrificers and appeared behind him like a phantom.

What was even more despair-inducing was that Xu Yang's aura was completely suppressed during his movement. Just as the individual stood there bewildered, two icy daggers were already pressed against his neck from behind.