Chapter 2240: 2223 Wu Ya vs Wang Qingshan

The Wu family, on Scarlet Turtle Island.

Inside a secret chamber, numerous red runes were carved into the stone walls. The temperature was terrifyingly high, causing the air to warp and distort.

Wu Ya sat cross-legged on a red meditation cushion, his hands forming a seal, eyes tightly closed. Above his head hovered a scarlet, humanoid phantom with indistinct features.

A communication talisman suddenly flew in, hovering before him.

Wu Ya seemed to sense its presence. The humanoid phantom above his head slowly dissipated, and he opened his eyes, which faintly emitted a red glow.

He snatched the communication talisman and crushed it. A frantic male voice instantly sounded: "Ancestor, something terrible has happened! Fellow Daoist Song and his companions discovered a spirit herb garden, possibly left behind by the Thousandwood Sect. However, the Wang family also found it, and Fellow Daoist Song and his group are now blocked by the Azure Lotus Sword Sovereign."

"A spirit herb garden!" Wu Ya's eyes brightened, and he immediately walked out.

A tall, thin elderly man in a green robe stood at the doorway, his expression respectful. The green-robed elder briefly explained the situation. If the Wu family could acquire this spirit herb garden, they would prosper greatly. With only one Void Refinement cultivator, possessing a spirit herb garden would undoubtedly lead to much better development for the Wu family.

"Ancestor, should we inform the Liu family?" the green-robed elder asked cautiously.

"Not for now. I'll go take a look first and await my instructions," Wu Ya commanded. If they could keep it all for themselves, there was no need to inform the Liu family.

Wu Ya flicked his wrist, and a red light flew out from his spirit beast bracelet. It was a scarlet hawk, fully red, with a wingspan of over a hundred zhang and red eyes. This was a peak fifth-tier Blazing Fire Hawk, passed down from Wu Ya's grandfather, known for its exceptional speed.

Wu Ya leaped onto the Blazing Fire Hawk's back. With a gentle flap of its wings, the hawk stirred up a hot gust of wind, rose into the air, and soared towards the sky, disappearing into the horizon.

On a desolate island, Wang Qingshan and Sun Sihai stood on the back of a Golden-Horned Thunder-Scaled Beast. The seawater churned violently as numerous blue flying swords emerged from the depths, striking the island's protective formation.

The island shook violently, seemingly on the verge of tearing apart.

Within the island's protective formation, Song Yunhui's face was pale. He held a shimmering yellow formation disc, its surface marred by several small cracks. His eyes were filled with apprehension; relying on a fifth-tier formation, he had barely managed to block Wang Qingshan's attacks. In a life-or-death battle, he knew he was no match for Wang Qingshan.

"Hold on a little longer," Song Yunhui encouraged himself. "The Wu family's Void Refinement cultivator should be here soon." He swallowed a blue pill, and his pale face quickly regained its color. He then channeled his vast magic power into the formation disc, casting several incantations.

Countless yellow mists surged forth on the island, engulfing it entirely.

Wang Qingshan frowned. He chanted a sword incantation, raising his hands high. The sea surface suddenly churned violently, raising dozens of towering waves. After a blur, each wave transformed into a massive blue sword, hundreds of zhang long, striking the island from all directions. This was the Myriad Spirit Sword Scripture, where everything could be transformed into a sword.

After an earth-shattering roar, the formation disc in Song Yunhui's hand shattered into pieces, and the yellow mist on the island dispersed. Song Yunhui's face turned grim, his eyes filled with terror. He had never imagined that Wang Qingshan could break the formation by himself; he certainly didn't believe he possessed such ability.

Wang Qingshan narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling upon the spirit mountain. "Thousand Herbs Peak? A spirit herb garden?" A look of interest appeared on Wang Qingshan's face.

Just then, ripples spread through the void above his head. Countless red flames surged forth, forming a massive red hand, hundreds of zhang in size, emitting terrifying high temperatures. The red hand descended directly, unleashing an astonishing wave of heat.

Wang Qingshan's shoulders twitched. A sharp sword cry rang out as nine Azure Glazed Swords shot forth, transforming into nine streaks of azure light, striking the massive red hand. After a thunderous crash, the red hand was shattered by the nine azure lights, turning into rolling flames that descended.

Sun Sihai conjured a misty blue banner, releasing a large expanse of blue light to block the flames.

"A mere Spirit Transformation cultivator dares to cause trouble on our Wu family's territory? Do you truly believe no one dares to teach your Wang family a lesson?" A cold male voice drifted from the sky.

No sooner had the words fallen than a red light appeared in the distant sky, moving exceptionally fast. Before long, the red light stopped, revealing a gigantic Blazing Fire Hawk. Wu Ya sat on its back, his gaze chillingly cold.

"This is our Wu family's territory. Get out!" Wu Ya's tone was icy. If it weren't for Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, he would have killed them long ago.

"Senior, our Wang family has already prepared to develop this island—" Before Wang Qingshan could finish, Wu Ya made his move.

He slapped his hand towards the void. In front of Wang Qingshan, countless crimson flames suddenly emerged, instantly forming a giant crimson fiery palm that descended upon Wang Qingshan with an overwhelming wave of heat.

Wang Qingshan chanted a sword incantation. The nine Azure Glazed Swords glowed intensely, transforming into nine azure giant pythons, each over a hundred zhang long, formed by magic power.

The nine azure giant pythons lunged towards the crimson fiery palm. They opened their gaping mouths, bit into the fiery palm, tearing it to shreds, and sending flames rolling.

A flicker of surprise crossed Wu Ya's eyes; he didn't even possess a complete set of nine Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasures. That Wang Qingshan, merely a Spirit Transformation cultivator, dared to resist him angered Wu Ya slightly.

He chanted an incantation, and a dazzling red light burst from his body, forming a gigantic humanoid phantom, shimmering with red light—his Dharma Idol.

The humanoid phantom glowed with a dazzling red light and slapped its right hand towards the void.

Above Wang Qingshan's head, the void suddenly rippled. Countless crimson flames emerged, and after a blur, they formed a thousand-zhang-sized red hand that descended upon Wang Qingshan.

Wu Ya had no intention of killing Wang Qingshan, but gravely injuring him was certainly acceptable.

Before the red hand even struck, an astonishing high temperature assailed them, causing large amounts of seawater to evaporate, and thick mist rolled in.

Sun Sihai felt his mouth dry and his eyes filled with terror.

Wang Qingshan raised his hands high. The dense mist churned violently, transforming into numerous white flying swords that flew towards the red hand. Simultaneously, the nine azure giant pythons merged into one, forming a massive azure flood dragon that lunged at the red hand.

As the white flying swords approached within ten zhang of the red hand, they suddenly disintegrated. The azure flood dragon collided with the red hand, let out a mournful cry, flew backward, and transformed back into nine shimmering azure flying swords.

Wang Qingshan changed his sword incantation. The nine Azure Glazed Swords glowed brightly, multiplying from one to a hundred, then from a hundred to ten thousand. Tens of thousands of azure flying swords soared towards the red hand.

After a colossal crash, the red hand was sliced into pieces by the dense azure flying swords, turning into rolling flames that engulfed several square miles, with the high temperature causing a vast amount of seawater to evaporate.

Seeing this, Song Yunhui's face showed joy. Wu Ya had used a Dharma Idol attack; even if Wang Qingshan didn't die, he should at least be injured.

Not long after, the flames dispersed. Wang Qingshan was enveloped in azure flames, completely unharmed. In stark contrast, Sun Sihai's face was pale, his clothes ragged, and he was covered in grime. Protected by the Azure Lotus Karmic Fire, ordinary flames could not harm Wang Qingshan.