Night without Borders

Chapter 311 Who can compete?
A hunter from the fourth realm was burned to death, his body a charred, blackened piece of charcoal, falling from the night sky.

Many people were stunned. This great master attacked with overwhelming force, and many people along the way were suppressed by him until their bodies stiffened, as if they were standing on the edge of an abyss. In the blink of an eye, this man died suddenly.

On the back of the bluebird, Li Qingyue, dressed in white, looked ethereal, her black hair flowing, holding a small Bagua furnace in her hands, like a banished fairy arriving under the moon.

No one expected that such an ethereal and almost otherworldly woman could cause the death of a great master with a single strike.

Many people were experiencing intense emotional turmoil, while the nearby hunters were filled with dread.

Someone whispered, "It's not just the near-immortal artifact that's unleashing its power; she herself has also broken through to a new level. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to control this legendary treasure that protects the sect."

Many people showed surprise. A thousand years ago, the Luofu Sect was famous throughout the world and had the potential to become the number one sect on the path to immortality. Otherwise, they would not have dared to try to turn a blessed land into a grotto heaven.

There have been recent rumors that the sect's immortal seed has regained its fundamental scripture and is in charge of the Eight Trigrams Furnace. If this continues, it is not impossible for it to regain its former glory.

Helian Zhaoyu looked up at the night sky, his face expressionless, but his eyes were somewhat cold.

Dressed in black, Wei Cheng spoke up: "Zhaoyu, something's not right. She crossed a battlefield to provide aid and attacked that expert. The rumors are true; the two are very close..."

"Stop talking!" Helian Zhaoyu interrupted him, his face icy cold, a surge of anger rising in his chest, but he had to forcefully suppress it.

In such a battlefield, if he loses face, even if he is a descendant of Helian Chengyun, he will be looked at differently.

In this situation, only outstanding achievements speak for themselves. Everyone is fighting and battling, and no matter how extraordinary his identity is, it is of little use in such an environment.

Wei Cheng's pupils contracted, and he said, "Zhaoyu, that kid is a tough one. Look at his area, there are many corpses on the ground, most of which he killed."

He stared at the area; some of the hunters were in the second realm, but others were in the early third realm, and a few were even in the middle third realm.

Wei Cheng said, "I don't know how the battle merits will be counted this time. If we only count the number of opponents of the same level and those of higher level who have been killed, this kid is very likely to be at the top and his ranking will be ridiculously high."

"Stop talking nonsense and kill the enemy!" Helian Zhaoyu's face was gloomy.

Wei Cheng frowned. If things continued like this, his battle achievements might fall behind Qin Ming's, whose killing efficiency was simply too high.

"The number of beheadings shouldn't be less than half of his..."

The two felt a sense of urgency; if their performance was compared with others afterward and they weren't among the top performers, they would definitely lose face.

Qin Ming and Li Qingyue joined forces, one riding the Thunder King Bird and the other standing on the back of the Azure Bird, charging in parallel and instantly clearing out the nearby enemies.

Corpses kept falling from the night sky; some hunters were beheaded, others were burned through, and for a time no one could stop them.

In the distance, Jin Xiang transmitted his voice to Qin Ming: "Brother, I'll hold off the enemy in this area of ​​the Fourth Realm for you. At least in my area, no one will slip through the net and cross the border!"

He had cultivated his mind for twenty years, and nurtured his sword for twenty years. Today, after drawing his sword, its sharpness was fully revealed. He fought his way through the battlefield of the fourth realm with overwhelming momentum.

Jin Xiang primarily studies the Heart Sutra of Esoteric Buddhism, with the Path of Rebirth as a secondary practice. For the past twenty years, he has been refining his mind and spirit. The smoke and fire of the mortal world appear around him, causing many opponents of the same level to become disoriented and their mental fields to be invaded.

He wielded a ram's horn knife, each strike as swift as lightning, reaping the lives of his opponents.

Of course, those who can break through to the fourth realm are no ordinary people; they cannot be as swift as young immortals, cutting down opponents of the same level as easily as chopping wood.

Even so, Jin Xiang was as powerful as a dragon, not only breaking free from the hunters' encirclement but also killing his opponents one after another.

"Brother Jin, after twenty years of preparation, you have indeed soared to new heights today!" exclaimed an old acquaintance.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Jin!" Qin Ming replied telepathically.

Jin Xiang's thick, golden hair was soaked with blood. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, took his knife, and cleaved another opponent in two.

A moment later, Li Qingyue returned to her own battlefield, where she needed to find suitable opponents to accumulate merits.

"They're all trash!" A man with a full head of silver hair swept his gaze across other battle zones, unable to bear the defeat of the lower- and middle-ranking hunters.

He was a grandmaster who had recently killed a powerful cultivator on the Immortal Path.

He knew that today was likely to be a dangerous day, and all he wanted to do was to take as many grandmasters as possible with him on the journey.

Clearly, this is a prodigy with exceptional talent. After unleashing his power once again, he severely injured another opponent, and even the intervention of a Grandmaster could not stop him.

He even held a significant advantage when fighting two opponents at once.

The silver-haired middle-aged man unleashed his Thousand Hands Divine Power, also known as Battle Body, and instantly countless arms appeared, some wielding swords, some gripping lightning hammers, and some holding golden pestles...

This attack overwhelmed the already severely injured Grandmaster, tearing his mental field apart with the arms.

Then, the Grandmaster's consciousness transformed into a divine rainbow, attempting to escape.

Unfortunately, he was blocked by the Thousand Hands Technique and was hit hard time and time again. He was blown apart multiple times in the blink of an eye and was finally killed by the silver-haired man.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. In the realm of Grandmasters, few could kill an enemy so cleanly and efficiently; after all, if you can't win, you can always escape.

However, this hunter possessed astonishing combat power, and his location was protected by an impenetrable sanctuary. Furthermore, with so many arms swinging, he continuously delivered finishing blows.

He actually killed several Grandmasters!
"Time waits for no one. Give me a few more years, and I will be able to step into the realm of the Ancestral Master. After a period of consolidation, I will advance to the pinnacle of the sixth realm, and all I will see will be nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs." The silver-haired man sighed softly.

He regretted it; he shouldn't have followed the Eastern Expedition. All the three thousand years of accumulation he had supposedly built—to shatter the beautiful land, plunder the ancestral temples of various religions, and loot the lands beyond the mortal realm—had come to nothing.

"I was too greedy. I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to build the strongest foundation for my ancestral mastery by borrowing the boundless blessings of that beautiful landscape. Alas, I am now trapped here." His eyes flashed with a fierce light as he said, "Since that's the case, then let's kill! Let's see who in the Grandmaster realm can stop me!"

In the blink of an eye, the third Grandmaster was severely injured by him.

Lin Yuchen, Ling Canghai, Helian Yunji, and other top-tier grandmasters who were poised to break through to the next realm noticed the situation and rushed towards him.

Given their overwhelming advantage today, if the hunters were to kill their Grandmasters, it would not only be a defeat, but also a disgrace.

However, those who reach this level are all formidable characters. Along the way, other grandmasters from the hunting civilization blocked their path, creating opportunities for the silver-haired man to kill more enemies.

The silver-haired man was extremely arrogant, saying, "You want to come to my rescue? It's too late. You can't stop me from killing the people I want. In the Grandmaster realm... Heh, just watch closely!"

With his unique divine domain, he locked onto the third Grandmaster, a cruel smile on his face, as countless arms swung their weapons down, leaving his opponent covered in cracks.

Without a doubt, yet another grandmaster is about to be shattered by him.

Many people nearby who were familiar with that grandmaster were furious and wanted to help, but they were entangled by their opponent's suicidal tactics.

"In the realm of Grandmasters, who can rival me?" The silver-haired man laughed, and looking at the expressions of the people nearby, his gloomy mood improved considerably.

"Get out of the way!"

Just then, near the edge of the main battlefield where the patriarchs were dueling, someone turned around, then leaped into the night sky and threw a punch at them.

"Huh?!" The silver-haired man was horrified. Had a grandmaster-level figure attacked him? He had no choice but to retreat quickly, releasing his opponent who was about to be shattered by his power.

The person in the night sky, dressed in coarse linen, looked like a young boy with deep eyes. With just one punch, boundless heavenly light poured down.

The silver-haired man dodged while shouting defiantly, "You're all scared after all, so the Grandmaster himself has to intervene. Otherwise, who in the Grandmaster realm can stand against me!"

“He is the Grandmaster!” said an old man from Xinsheng Road.

"What? I don't believe it!" The silver-haired man was already feeling the overwhelming power of Mount Feixian. The fist light that fell like the sun made his heart tremble and the hairs on his body stand on end.

He couldn't avoid it; he had no choice but to confront it head-on.

Then, he felt himself being torn apart by the light of the sky, his whole body covered in blood, his mind and consciousness being burned and melted.

With a thud, he was torn to pieces, his blood splattering across the battlefield.

The silver-haired middle-aged man was shocked, angry, and stunned. He hadn't been able to block the man's fist. Was the other party really just a grandmaster?
His torn body closed up, and his mind and consciousness were reorganized.

However, the opponent's second punch landed with perfect accuracy, blasting him apart again and leaving a huge black crater in the desert.

"what……"

The silver-haired man roared, his pain resurfacing. He felt humiliated, lost, and had an indescribable sense of defeat. In the realm of Grandmasters, someone could actually crush him like this!
He knew he couldn't escape the other party's consciousness probing, so he might as well die honorably. Therefore, he reassembled his body and stood in the desert.

Lu Zizai threw a third punch, mercilessly smashing him to pieces.

By this point, the silver-haired man had been killed almost three times in a row, his strength had plummeted, his vitality was severely damaged, his hair was disheveled, and he staggered as he stared at the night sky in disbelief.

He was shocked and saddened. Wasn't that the foundation for becoming a supreme grandmaster that he had been pursuing? The fact that someone could actually reach that level filled him with immense bitterness.

Lu Zizai did not make another move and turned to enter the Ancestral Master Battlefield.

The silver-haired man had fallen from his peak, both physically and mentally, and his strength had declined drastically, making him no longer a threat.

Suddenly, a grandmaster approached him.

……

Qin Ming saw everything on the battlefield and was deeply moved. He felt that his senior brother Lu Zizai was too strong.

"Senior Brother Jinxiang is no weakling either. He has cultivated his mind for twenty years, accumulating an important foundation for becoming a god. Qingyue seems ready to break through to the fourth realm at any time, so I must hurry up too!"

Qin Ming believes that he needs to work harder.

The area he was in had been cleared out not long ago, and there were fewer hunters for a while. He couldn't help but look around for a suitable opponent.

Suddenly, he set his sights on Li Qingxu, whose opponent was no ordinary person.

Qin Ming opened his newborn eyes and examined it closely. It was a two-headed wolf. It had not transformed into human form. Its fur was golden, and the blood aura it emitted had a faint golden hue.

He suspected that this unusual two-headed wolf might be harboring "rare blood" within it!
He had experienced many life-or-death battles on the Plains of God's Demise, and had also gained immense benefits there. That special place was inhabited by creatures with extraordinary bloodlines, whose "essence" could enhance a person's foundation and was considered a priceless treasure.

Qin Ming was very sensitive to this kind of creature, and after such a long time, he suspected that he had encountered one again.

He immediately rushed over, ready to hunt the rare golden two-headed wolf.

Li Qingxu's face was blank. This person with whom he had a complicated relationship and whose "old grudges" were destined to be difficult to resolve had actually rushed over to help him deal with a troublesome opponent.

For a moment, he began to reflect on whether he had been too narrow-minded. Look at that other person, what a magnanimous heart! He actually helped him defeat his enemy!

Qin Ming completely ignored him, his eyes fixed on the two-headed golden wolf. He figured that Li Qingxu wouldn't have this expression when they were about to obtain the rare blood medicine.

(End of this chapter)