Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

"Huh? Ancestor, we... we're just going to attack their door like this?"

Su Ming, who had just acquired a sword with sword energy, looked puzzled: "Otherwise, the probing is enough, the soul search is enough. His family only has one Foundation Establishment cultivator left, and he is now hiding in the clan's territory and not coming out. Naturally, we have to go and attack."

Zhang Luyuan swallowed hard, carefully choosing his words before stammering, "Ancestor, perhaps... we should wait a while longer, until they come out, and then... provoke them a little?"

In his view, Su Ming's plan was far too brutal—break the formation first, then kill people, summed up in six words.

Without any plan or consideration of whether the Qin family had any backup plans, Su Ming led them to plunder everywhere for the past half month, and his so-called "encirclement and suppression" strategy seemed to have vanished like birds in flight.

Seeing that Zhang Luyuan still wanted to persuade him, Su Ming frowned and drew his longsword: "Are you scared? Or... do you want to leave?"

The demonic cultivators were startled and immediately knelt down and kowtowed. Su Ming was usually quite gentle with them and would listen to their opinions when he went out to plunder, but this was the first time he had acted like this.

Zhang Luyuan kowtowed repeatedly, but felt bitter inside. After all, he was a Foundation Establishment Ancestor. When it came to such a decisive event, how could they have any say? He could only agree repeatedly.

A pale golden curtain enveloped the Qin family's territory...

"Fellow Daoist, as a high-ranking cultivator of the righteous path, how could you associate with demonic cultivators? Don't you think..."

A sudden sword aura slashing against the light screen interrupted the middle-aged man's words. His face turned ashen, and he had no choice but to take out a pale gold iron mace. Behind him, an elder holding an array plate opened a gap for him.

"The Qin family, Qin Yue."

Su Ming smiled faintly and stepped forward with his sword: "Zhang Zeguan, a rogue cultivator!"

Flames suddenly erupted beneath his feet as he unleashed a stealth technique called [Ember Wind Slash]. As he sped forward, he unleashed two streaks of gray-red sword energy.

Seeing this, Qin Yue frowned. He cultivated the metal element and was most afraid of fire element cultivators.

He casually made a hand seal and released two golden beams of light to disperse the sword energy. Then, the golden mace suddenly blocked the longsword, which had turned grayish-red.

"Oh? A foundation-building artifact!"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, suppressed the force of his sword, covered his leg with a layer of gray-red flames, turned around and kicked the mace, and after pulling away, he slashed out with two more sword energies.

The opponent is using a blunt weapon at the Foundation Establishment stage; in a direct confrontation, his low-level Qi Refining longsword will definitely break first.

He smiled, his hands forming a hand seal, flames crackling around his body, and simply said, "Take this!"

Qin Yue, who had just casually swung his mace to disperse the sword energy, felt a sense of unease. He thought that some kind of magic was about to attack, so he made a hand seal and cast a golden bell to cover him.

In an instant, no fire spells were used. Su Ming's gray flames surged towards his sword, and then he unleashed a huge arc of sword energy that shot straight toward the formation below.

"Damn it!" Qin Yue cursed under his breath. A talisman shot out from his sleeve and exploded into a large water curtain the moment it collided with the sword energy. However, it only managed to extinguish the flames, and a sword energy broke through the steam and struck the formation.

He naturally wouldn't let Su Ming attack his formation, so with a roar, he charged forward wielding his golden mace, only to see Su Ming smiling and saying, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Then, with a flick of his wrist, a gray-red bird flew away from Su Ming's hand and darted towards him.

"What is it?"

Qin Yue had only achieved Foundation Establishment for a little over a decade, and had remained hidden until the destruction of the Su family. He had never fought against a cultivator of the same level before, and seeing that this technique was quite agile, he thought it was transformed from some kind of immortal foundation.

He simply flipped his hand and pulled two gold nails from his sleeve, smeared them on his hand to stain them with his blood, then casually tossed them away, his two fingers pressed together: "Imperial Edict!"

Two more solid golden rays darted through the air, and with a flick of his finger, they instantly blasted the seemingly agile firebird to pieces.

Two more sword energies struck the formation. Veins bulged on Qin Yue's forehead. He knew he had been tricked again, and cursed angrily, "Damn little thief!"

"Clang!"

The longsword blocked the furious blow, and a piercing metallic clang rang out. Su Ming's expression changed slightly; he could feel cracks appearing at the point where his longsword met the golden mace.

Just as he was about to give up, he saw a sinister glint flash across Qin Yue's face. He opened his lips, and a solid golden light suddenly appeared. It turned out that he had hidden a golden nail in his mouth and was not about to fire it.

But that wasn't all. Just as the golden light appeared before Su Ming's eyes, two more beams shot out from between Qin Yue's ribs, heading straight for his chest.

It was precisely because he had just shattered the two golden nails that Qin Yue deliberately dispersed his light to make the firebird fall, concealing his true intentions for this very moment!

The next instant, the gray and red on the longsword faded away, and a curtain of fire exploded between the two, dissipating the sharpness of the golden nail. Su Ming could only do his best to turn his head to avoid the one that was aimed at his brow.

A streak of crimson light flew into the air, a golden ray grazed his scalp, and two other much dimmer golden lights pierced his chest. Su Ming showed no panic, holding his sword in one hand and punching straight down in the firelight.

The exploding flames burned through Qin Yue's golden bell, and the punch, also carrying gray flames, instantly broke through Qin Yue's protective magic power, striking him directly on the bridge of his nose.

Qin Yue's mind was filled with a roar. The gray-red flames that came with the punch instantly crawled up his face like maggots clinging to his bones, causing him to scream in agony. The golden mace in his hand shone brightly and burst forth with sharp energy.

The longsword shattered instantly, but Su Ming neither dodged nor avoided it. Instead, he charged straight forward, his body enveloped in a curtain of fire, allowing the golden mace to smash into his shoulder.

The sound of bones cracking rang out, Su Ming felt a sweet taste in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was also cut by the scattered golden energy.

The remaining half of the magic sword in his hand reappeared, its gray-red color reappearing, and then he plunged it straight into Qin Yue's abdomen.

He immediately released his grip and delivered a straight kick, which also kicked half of the sword hilt into the ground. Dispersing the magical wind, he fell from the air, his hand sweeping across his waist, and the longsword of fetal breathing was drawn from its sheath.

As he swung his sword, a long-tailed firebird leaped from the tip of the blade, crying out as it swooped down in mid-air.

On the other side, Qin Yue had just torn off the burning dough from his face. His body was covered in gray-red flames, and half a broken sword was stuck in his abdomen. His expression was ferocious, like a demon. When he saw that the firebird was attacking again, he felt disdain.

His immortal foundation [Carved Gold Stone] had been pushed to its limit, his magical power was being consumed like flowing water, and the entire golden mace was shimmering with golden light, its sharpness dissipating.

"Bang!"

The moment the firebird was shattered by the golden mace, Su Ming had already activated his immortal foundation, stirring up the "fire" in Qin Yue's heart.

The flames crawling on Qin Yue's body suddenly burst into flames, and his expression suddenly became dazed. Before he could react, three birds had already sprung out of the bursting flames and instantly pecked into his body.

Blood splattered all over Qin Yue's body, and the golden light dissipated. His body burned as he fell from the sky, unable to withstand even the wind.

Su Ming swallowed a pill, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood that had been stuck in his throat, and black flames appeared beneath his feet as he charged forward once more.

"Quick! Save the ancestor..."

The Qin family elder in the formation was horrified. He never expected that the situation would turn around in an instant. He hurriedly activated the formation plate to open the formation, but saw several streaks of blood energy rising from the ground accompanied by arrogant laughter. They were the demonic cultivators who had been waiting for a long time.

"This…"

The Qin family elder hesitated for only a moment before opening a gap in the formation to allow his Qi Refining cultivator to go and rescue him. The most important thing at the moment was to protect the Foundation Establishment Ancestor.

However, in that brief moment of hesitation, it was too late.

Another firebird leaped from the sword tip, and in the bloodthirsty gaze of the Qin family elders, Qin Yue's body was cleaved into three pieces in mid-air.

The remaining demonic cultivators naturally confronted the several Qin family Qi Refining cultivators who emerged from the formation. Su Ming seized the opportunity and snatched the golden mace and storage bag from Qin Yue's body.