Chapter 2924: Wang Chuanming's Scheme (None Today)

Among the human cultivators present, none were from the Wang family. The only ones who had a good relationship with the Wang family were Xu Bingbing and Lan Fukong.

Deng Xueyi was no match for her two opponents, struggling to cope.

Thousands of house-sized red fireballs rained down, accompanied by an astonishing heatwave that made everyone feel parched.

Deng Xueyi dared not be careless. She quickly formed a hand seal, and the female phantom above her head swept its arms across the void, releasing a white halo that enveloped a hundred-zhang radius.

As the red fireballs touched the white halo, they emitted white mist and rapidly dispersed, as if meeting their bane.

A foul wind swept past, and the grey-robed elder suddenly appeared behind Deng Xueyi. His Rakshasa phantom opened its mouth and unleashed a grey sound wave that struck the female phantom, causing it to waver and the white halo to shatter.

Simultaneously, a mountain-sized red fireball descended from the sky and slammed into the female phantom.

Rolling flames engulfed Deng Xueyi's dharma idol. The grey-robed elder then swung his grey sickle, cleaving the female phantom in half, which then dissipated into specks of spiritual light.

Deng Xueyi coughed up a large mouthful of blood, her face turning pale.

The Rakshasa phantom's right hand struck Deng Xueyi, and with a dull thud, she was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. Fortunately, she was protected by a spiritual barrier and was not seriously injured.

The sky darkened as a massive red seal, enveloped in rolling flames, descended from above, targeting Deng Xueyi.

As Deng Xueyi was about to dodge, a deafening male roar, the "Soul Suppressing Roar," echoed through heaven and earth.

The Wang family's Soul Suppressing Roar was an indiscriminate attack, and Deng Xueyi, only at the early Void Refinement stage, couldn't endure it. Her head felt as if it would split.

Before she could regain her senses, the red giant seal crashed down.

With a tremendous roar, the ground shook violently.

A miniature Nascent Soul, whose features closely resembled Deng Xueyi's, flew out from beneath the ground.

"Senior Sister Liu, save me."

The miniature Nascent Soul, clutching a white jade ruler, flew towards Liu Yuhan.

A red light flashed, and a large crimson hand materialized out of thin air, swatting at the miniature Nascent Soul.

Just as the miniature Nascent Soul was about to use its treasure to defend itself, another deafening male roar rang out.

The miniature Nascent Soul shrieked and trembled, then was crushed to pieces by the crimson hand.

Liu Yuhan's face turned cold, her eyes filled with murderous intent as she glared at Wang Chuanming.

Wang Chuanming ignored her, shouting to Xu Bingbing, "Fairy Xu, retreat quickly!"

He cleaved his golden long saber into the void, unleashing thousands of sharp saber auras that swept towards the woman in the golden dress.

His move to support Xu Bingbing and then use the Soul Suppressing Roar made his actions seem legitimate, leaving no room for criticism.

Su Qingheng had once tricked Wang Chuanming, and Wang Chuanming had never forgotten it. Given an opportunity to trick a Coldflame Sect disciple, he naturally wouldn't hesitate.

The woman in the golden dress heard the sound, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, but it had little effect. She lightly pointed a finger, and the golden shield before her flared with spiritual light, blocking the incoming golden saber auras.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, be careful!"

A hurried male voice echoed in Wang Chuanming's ear.

No sooner had the words left his lips than a massive red fireball descended from the sky, striking Wang Chuanming.

After a tremendous roar, rolling flames engulfed Wang Chuanming. A foul wind swept through, and the grey-robed elder materialized out of thin air, spitting out a grey sound wave while simultaneously swinging his grey sickle at Wang Chuanming.

With a dull thud, Wang Chuanming was sent flying backward, his golden light barrier shattered. His face was pale and covered in dust, making him appear rather disheveled.

With a loud whoosh, a grey fist shadow flashed forth, striking at Wang Chuanming.

Wang Chuanming quickly swung his saber to meet it, shattering the grey fist shadow, but he was still sent flying backward, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Instead of being angry, he laughed, thinking this was even better. Even if he were to be questioned later, Wang Chuanming would have a stronger justification: he was assisting Xu Bingbing when attacked by foreign cultivators, and Deng Xueyi's demise was merely bad luck, not intentional harm from him.

Lan Fukong, having witnessed the entire sequence of events, frowned deeply, his eyes filled with wariness.

He could discern that Wang Chuanming had deliberately plotted against Deng Xueyi. As for why, Lan Fukong wasn't sure; it could have been an old feud between the Wang family and the Coldflame Sect, or perhaps a personal grudge between Wang Chuanming and Deng Xueyi.

To almost get himself killed for a personal grudge and still laugh—Wang Chuanming was clearly a madman. One should never provoke him.

The grey-robed elder was about to continue attacking Wang Chuanming when a piercing whoosh sounded, and a massive blue blade shot towards him.

The grey-robed elder quickly swung his grey sickle to meet the attack.

With a dull thud, the massive blue blade was shattered by the grey sickle, transforming into hundreds of thousands of Ice Crystal Ants that swarmed over the grey-robed elder's figure, eliciting a scream.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, retreat quickly!"

Lan Fukong urged him, then with a flick of his wrist, the green whisk in his hand glowed brightly, unleashing numerous green silk threads that shot directly towards the foreign cultivators.

Wang Chuanming's body glowed with golden light, transforming into a golden escape light that shot through the air and vanished into the horizon. Lan Fukong and Xu Bingbing provided alternating cover as they followed suit, retreating.

Liu Yuhan, retreating in a different direction, was alone and came under attack from multiple Void Refinement stage foreign cultivators.

In a stretch of undulating verdant mountains, a dazzling golden lightning bolt shot into the sky from deep within, a conspicuous sight.

Deep within the mountains, in a gigantic valley, six bodies lay on the ground. Wang Liangyan was among them, her chest ripped open by a large hole, bleeding profusely, her face frozen in disbelief.

A massive five-colored jade seal rested on the ground. After it lifted off, a huge crater remained, filled with a pile of shredded flesh. Not far away lay a colossal, entirely red tiger puppet, its body bearing numerous marks from saber and sword strikes.

Wang Yingjie was panting, his face slightly pale. Liu Hongxue and Wang Zongque were nearby. Liu Hongxue had a finger-thick blood hole on her left shoulder, from which black blood flowed.

Wang Yingjie, Wang Zongque, Liu Hongxue, and Wang Liangyan had retreated together but were ambushed by eight Void Refinement cultivators. Tragically, Wang Liangyan was killed by a Rakshasa. Wang Yingjie, utilizing his Qianyang Illusion Eye and Five-Element Restriction Light, along with Wang Zongque and Liu Hongxue, managed to eliminate their enemies.

"It's finally resolved."

Wang Yingjie let out a sigh of relief, his voice sounding somewhat weak.

"It's a pity Liangyan was killed."

Wang Zongque's face showed a mournful expression.

"Let's first regroup with the other family members! I wonder how they are doing; I hope their losses aren't too severe."

Wang Yingjie gathered the scattered items on the ground, while Liu Hongxue collected Wang Liangyan's body. Upon their return to Qinglian Island, they would hold a grand funeral for Wang Liangyan, and her spirit tablet would be enshrined in Qinglian Tower for future generations to revere.

The family's council of elders would compile Wang Liangyan's personal biography, ensuring her deeds would be remembered and passed down through generations for as long as the Wang family existed.

After clearing the battlefield, they departed from the area.