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"Is this the strength of the Imperial Sword Sect?"

Luo Tian asked casually, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

Yang Zhan's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth, saying:

"Attack together!"

The four of them lunged at Luo Tian simultaneously, unleashing punches and palm strikes, their sword energy crisscrossing the air.

Luo Tian finally moved.

He stopped dodging and went straight at her.

He circulated 60% of his spiritual power, transformed one hand into a palm, and struck out with it.

A phantom palm print, condensed from spiritual energy and imbued with Daoist principles, shot out through the air.

"boom!"

An elder was sent flying by the palm print, coughing up blood in mid-air and smashing a large crater in the ground, rendering him incapable of fighting again.

Luo Tian continued forward, gently kicking out a foot. The space rippled, and the attack instantly reached another elder.

"Snap!"

Another elder suffered a broken leg, screamed in pain, and fell to the ground in an arc.

Then, Luo Tian clenched his fist and threw a punch. A transparent fist imprint swelled up in the wind and crashed directly into the third elder.

"puff!"

The third elder was punched in the chest, sent flying backward, and crashed into the wall. His fate is unknown.

Three moves were enough to defeat the three elders, rendering them all incapable of fighting.

Yang Zhan was left alone in the arena.

He stood in front of Luo Tian, ​​trembling all over.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Yang Zhan's voice was trembling.

Luo Tian looked at him calmly:

"The ones who send you on your way."

He turned his head and glanced at the ground.

Xiao Niannian and her two companions had almost completely eliminated the remaining elite troops.

Although Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng were panting heavily, their eyes were full of excitement.

Little Niannian was jumping around excitedly, still wanting more.

"Niannian, take the senior sisters back to their rooms."

Luo Tian shouted.

"Okay!"

Xiao Niannian pulled Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng into the villa.

Luo Tian then turned to look at Yang Lie, Yang Zhan, and the three elders.

All five people were seriously injured and collapsed to the ground.

"Today, I send you all off to the Yellow Springs..."

Luo Tian spoke slowly, his voice icy.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Golden light flowed across his palm.

A terrifying power gathered in his palm.

Yang Lie and the others felt that power, and their faces turned ashen.

"No...don't..."

Yang Lie struggled to stand up, but found that he couldn't move at all.

An invisible force held him firmly in place.

Yang Zhan closed his eyes, his whole body trembling.

The three elders were so frightened that they wet themselves.

Luo Tian looked at them, his eyes showing no pity whatsoever.

"Divine Power - Annihilation Palm!"

He parted his lips slightly and uttered five words.

With a single palm strike, golden light burst forth, illuminating the entire night sky.

A giant golden hand descended from the sky.

The lines on his palm were clearly visible, radiating an aura of world-destroying power.

Yang Lie and the others looked up, their eyes filled with despair.

They wanted to escape, but they couldn't move.

I wanted to shout, but no sound came out.

They could only watch helplessly as the hand drew closer and closer.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The ground shook violently, and the windows of the villa shattered.

Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the sky and the sun.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Yang Lie, Yang Zhan, and the three elders of the Imperial Sword Sect had all disappeared.

Only a cloud of blood mist remained, slowly dissipating under the moonlight.

Five martial arts masters were killed with a single palm strike.

He died without a complete corpse, vanishing into thin air.

Luo Tian withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back.

Under the moonlight, his figure appeared like that of a god or a demon.

Little Niannian peeked out of the house, saw the scene outside, and muttered softly:

"Wow! Daddy's move was amazing, hee hee..."

Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng stood behind her, looking at Luo Tian's back with awe in their eyes.

"Master... what exactly is your cultivation level?"

Li Mengmeng muttered to herself.

Ye Qianxue shook her head:

"I don't know. But I do know..."

She paused, then spoke with a firm tone:

"Following my master was the best decision I ever made in my life."

The night breeze carried away the stench of blood from the air.

Outside the villa, the ground was a mess.

Two thousand elite soldiers were completely wiped out.

The remains of the five martial arts masters have vanished without a trace.

This battle is destined to be recorded in history.

And that man named Luo Tian will forever remain an insurmountable mountain in everyone's hearts...

A gentle night breeze caressed the scene, and the moonlight shone like water.

The open space outside the villa was a complete mess.

Bloodstains were everywhere, and broken weapons were scattered all over the ground.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

Luo Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

"It's almost time."

He muttered to himself, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He formed a mudra with his hands and chanted incantations.

"Soul Devouring Array, activate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black lines on the ground suddenly lit up.

A cold, eerie light surged from the ground, enveloping the entire battlefield.

The temperature plummeted, and a chilly wind swept through.

Transparent, ethereal figures slowly floated up from the corpse.

Those were the spirits of the dead, some were elite soldiers, some had leaders, and some were five martial arts masters.

Hundreds of souls, densely packed together, drifted in the air.

They wandered around aimlessly, as if unaware that they were already dead.

Luo Tian changed the hand seals in his hands.

"Soul Devouring Array, refine!"

The black lines began to rotate, forming a huge vortex.

A powerful suction force was generated at the center of the vortex.

Those lost souls were involuntarily drawn into the vortex.

"what……"

"Waaah..."

The mournful wails of ghosts echoed through the night sky.

The sound was piercing and chilling.

But Luo Tian remained calm, his eyes cold.

The souls of the dead were sucked into the vortex and, under the refinement of the formation, transformed into strands of pure soul power.

The soul power was a pale gold color, radiating a soft light.

Unlike the previous cold and gloomy ghosts.

That's about enough.

Luo Tian withdrew his magic spell, and the vortex stopped spinning.

Hundreds of souls have been refined into a fist-sized ball of golden light.

The ball of light floated in the air, radiating a warm aura.

Luo Tian closed his eyes and probed his sea of ​​consciousness with his divine sense.

"Xiao Jin, come out."

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the phantom of the five-clawed golden dragon opened its eyes.

Excitement filled the golden dragon's eyes.

"Owner!"

Little Jin let out a joyful cry, and its phantom image floated out from the sea of ​​consciousness.

It slowly emerged from between Luo Tian's eyebrows.

A golden light shot out from between Luo Tian's eyebrows.

The light condensed in the air and transformed into a miniature dragon.

It is no more than a foot long, its entire body is golden, and its scales shimmer.

Its five claws are distinct, and its horns are rugged.

It was Luo Tian's mount, Xiao Jin, whose soul had materialized.

Although it was only a foot long, its dragon-like presence was awe-inspiring, making people afraid to look directly at it.

"Owner!"

Little Gold circled in the air, chirping merrily.

His voice was childish, like a little kid's.

Luo Tian opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Jin in front of him, his eyes filled with relief.

"Recovering 30%...that's enough."

He reached out his hand, and Little Gold immediately flew over and coiled around his wrist.

The golden dragon's body, set against Luo Tian's fair skin, was truly a sight to behold.

"Go ahead, those are yours."

Luo Tian pointed to the golden ball of light in the air.

Little Gold's eyes lit up, and it opened its dragon mouth and inhaled forcefully.

The golden ball of light transformed into a stream of light and flew into Little Golden Mouth.

"Gurgle!"

Little Gold swallowed it in one gulp, and a satisfied expression appeared on the dragon's face.

Its body began to glow faintly.

The golden light grew brighter and brighter, so bright that it was blinding.

A moment later, the light faded.

Xiao Jin has grown quite a bit.

It went from being one foot long to two feet long.

The scales shone even brighter, and the dragon's might grew even stronger.

"So comfortable..."

Little Jin let out a burp and said in a childish voice.

Luo Tian laughed:

"Go back and digest it properly. Once you've completely refined this soul power, you should be able to recover to 40%."

"Um!"

Xiao Jin nodded vigorously, preparing to fly back to Luo Tian's sea of ​​consciousness.

Just then, a childish voice rang out.

Wow! What an adorable little dragon!

……