Chapter 454: Meeting Up

On a lush green grassland, a woman and three men were locked in intense combat. The woman was Wang Ruyan, while the three men were disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect: one at Foundation Establishment Stage Layer Three, and two at Layer Four. Each of them possessed a Level 2 spirit beast. A giant blue bowl hovered above Wang Ruyan's head, and her face was somewhat pale.

Each of the three Hundred Beasts Sect disciples commanded a Level 2 spirit beast to attack Wang Ruyan: a crimson giant python, a green giant wolf, and a black giant tiger. A continuous roar filled the air as various spiritual lights intertwined.

Beside Wang Ruyan lay two damaged puppet beasts.

While the individual strength of the Hundred Beasts Sect disciples was not particularly high, each possessing a Level 2 spirit beast was equivalent to six Foundation Establishment cultivators besieging Wang Ruyan. Wang Ruyan barely managed to defend herself, relying on her Level 2 puppet beasts.

Wang Ruyan bit her red lip tightly, her willow-like eyebrows deeply furrowed.

She knew she wasn't a match for the Hundred Beasts Sect disciples. However, their offensive was fierce; if she relaxed even slightly, her defenses might be breached. All the escape talismans on her person had been used up, making it impossible for her to flee.

"Junior Brothers Li and Chen, don't kill her! I haven't yet tasted a female cultivator from the Foundation Establishment stage!" a tall, thin middle-aged man exclaimed with a lecherous expression.

Hearing this, Wang Ruyan's expression darkened. She would rather die than let them succeed.

"Who gave you the guts? To dare lay a hand on my Ninth Aunt? Are you tired of living?" A cold male voice drifted from the sky.

As soon as the voice fell, a golden light flew from afar, moving at an incredibly fast speed.

Not long after, the golden light stopped several hundred feet in the air. The person who arrived was Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan was riding on the back of a Three-Headed Jiao, his expression cold.

Wang Qingshan formed a sword incantation, and a series of crisp sword hums resonated. Nine green flying swords flew out from his sword case. They multiplied from one to two, then two to four... Soon, hundreds of green flying swords hovered above Wang Qingshan's head.

A loud whooshing sound filled the air as hundreds of green flying swords menacingly slashed towards the three Hundred Beasts Sect disciples. At the same time, the Three-Headed Jiao's three heads opened their gaping maws, each spewing crimson fireballs, white ice cones, and golden lightning.

"Boom!" A massive roar erupted. The three Foundation Establishment cultivators jointly erected a green light shield, blocking Wang Qingshan's attacks. They did not notice that Wang Qingshan had quietly deployed a sword array, encircling them.

"Spirit Cleaving Sword Array, cleave them!" Wang Qingshan changed his incantation, letting out a soft cry. A crisp clang of swords resonated, and countless green sword qi shot forth, cleaving towards the three Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"Boom!" A deafening explosion rang out. The green light shield, jointly sustained by the three Foundation Establishment cultivators, was like paper; it was shattered into dust by the dense green sword qi.

Three agonizing screams echoed as the three Hundred Beasts Sect disciples fell into a pool of blood, their bodies dismembered beyond recognition.

Once the three Hundred Beasts Sect disciples died, their spirit beasts automatically flew back into their spirit beast pouches.

Wang Ruyan knew Wang Qingshan was quite powerful, but she hadn't expected him to be this powerful. An expression of shock appeared on her face.

Wang Qingshan patted the Three-Headed Jiao beneath him, and the beast slowly descended.

"Ninth Aunt, are you alright?"

Wang Ruyan shook her head and smiled, "Qingshan, it's a good thing you arrived in time, or I might have perished."

"No need to be polite, Ninth Aunt. This is what your nephew should do."

Wang Ruyan's gaze fell upon the Three-Headed Jiao beneath Wang Qingshan. A hint of surprise flickered in her beautiful eyes. She asked curiously, "Qingshan, where did you get this Level 2 high-grade exotic beast?"

Wang Qingshan smiled slightly and explained, "This is a Three-Headed Jiao I just subdued, a mutated spirit beast. Oh, by the way, Ninth Aunt, do you have any news of Eighteenth Uncle and Twelfth Brother?"

Wang Ruyan shook her head and said, "No, I..." Her words were cut short as a tremendous explosion resounded from a distance.

A dark figure appeared on the distant plain, with a large flock of demonic birds in hot pursuit. The dark figure rapidly rushed towards their location, moving at an incredibly high speed.

"Oh no, someone's coming." Wang Qingshan's eyes narrowed, and his expression changed. "It's bad, it's Eighteenth Uncle!"

Wang Changhao was riding on the back of a Green-Scaled Horse, his eyes filled with fear.

His luck had been terrible. Apart from killing a Level 2 demonic python at the beginning and obtaining three hundred-year spirit fruits, Wang Changhao had been constantly fleeing for his life during the rest of the time. All the Level 2 talismans and self-detonating artifacts he carried were used up.

Hundreds of large twin-headed crows pursued him relentlessly, from time to time releasing grey wind blades to attack Wang Changhao.

A loud "whoosh" sound filled the air as dense, overwhelming grey wind blades shot towards him, blocking Wang Changhao's escape route.

Wang Changhao grew vigilant. He slapped the horse's back with his right hand and soared from the Green-Scaled Horse's back, flying to the left.

"Boom!" A massive roar echoed as countless grey wind blades struck the Green-Scaled Horse's body. The Green-Scaled Horse collapsed in a pool of blood.

Failing in their attack, the twin-headed crows once again released grey wind blades to attack Wang Changhao.

Just then, a man's cold shout rang out: "Giant Sword Art!"

As soon as the voice fell, a streak of green light several yards long shot forth. It was a formidable green giant sword emitting astonishing spiritual energy. The green giant sword, with an irresistible momentum, charged into the flock of demonic birds. Like slicing through melons and vegetables, twin-headed crows were cut in half by the green giant sword, their bodies plummeting to the ground.

The overall strength of this flock of demonic birds was not high. The Crow King was only Level 2 mid-grade, and there were over ten Level 2 low-grade ones. The rest were all Level 1.

The green giant sword was like a wolf among sheep, easily slaying the twin-headed crows. Only a few dozen Level 1 twin-headed crows managed to escape.

Wang Changhao breathed a long sigh of relief, a cold sweat breaking out all over him.

At this moment, Wang Ruyan and Wang Qingshan walked over. They asked in unison: "Eighteenth Brother (Eighteenth Uncle), are you alright?"

Wang Changhao shook his head and smiled, "I'm fine, thanks to Qingshan. My luck has been terrible. I either encountered others in combat or was pursued by packs of demonic beasts, insects, or birds. If I hadn't run into you this time, my fate would have been grim. Oh, by the way, where's Qingjun? Do you have any news of him?"

"No. Twelfth Brother is prudent and meticulous. With a Level 2 high-grade puppet beast and a Level 2 array, he should be fine."

They began to chat. Upon learning that Wang Qingshan had subdued a Level 2 high-grade mutated Three-Headed Jiao, Wang Changhao was exceptionally envious.

"Ninth Aunt, Eighteenth Uncle, the Three-Headed Jiao is quite familiar with the situation here. It's about to take me to a certain place. Let's travel together! It will be safer."

As for Wang Qingshan's suggestion, Wang Ruyan and Wang Changhao naturally wouldn't refuse.

Wang Qingshan's strength was formidable, and their survival rate would be higher if they were with him.

They collected the bodies of the twin-headed crows, then all sat on the Three-Headed Jiao's back.

"Roar!" The Three-Headed Jiao let out a mighty roar. It flapped its wings fiercely, stirring up a gust of wind as it shot into the sky. It transformed into a golden streak of light and flew higher into the air.