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第两千七百六十章 撒豆成兵

The golden light and hurricane's power were no trifles. Just now, their strength had already been verified. However, the Golden Ripples Pen was not a trivial treasure wielded by any ordinary cultivator; its user, the Book of True Words, was also a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending stage.

Sizzle…

The sound of silk tearing filled his ears as if he were ripping through a piece of cloth. The path ahead seemed to be like a forceful rush, and despite their formidable display earlier, they were easily broken by the innate treasures of same-stage cultivators. It was effortless for them to be shattered.

Count Tianyuan's face turned pale with extreme displeasure. Although he acknowledged that his opponent was indeed a newly emerged great power, this strength seemed even more formidable than what he had anticipated.

Damn it!

He originally thought that the golden man and the demon crocodile could not stop him but might buy him a few breaths. He never expected such results.

He had been too careless.

The Golden Ripples Pen broke through all obstacles without pause, like a bolt of lightning rushing forward.

Its target was the vortex itself!

In an instant, Count Tianyuan's face turned ashen white.

How could he fail at this critical moment after all his efforts?

Damn it!

A look of resentment flashed in his eyes. He shouted fiercely, his sleeves flapping to reveal a streak of golden light.

This seemingly ordinary action was actually much denser than usual. After a slight turn, a hand the size of a meter appeared, shimmering with golden light.

Zhuang…

A sharp sound echoed as the golden hand blurred slightly and flew forward at an incomprehensible speed.

It seemed to want to catch the Golden Ripples Pen.

"Haha!"

The Book of True Words remained unperturbed. His right hand rose slowly but swiftly towards the pen.

As he moved, the speed of the Golden Ripples Pen slowed down instead of increasing. After a moment's pause, a silver mist emerged from its body, swirling into another hand of similar size and appearance.

Meanwhile, the Golden Ripples Pen continued flying towards the vortex above his head.

Boom!

Silver light clashed with golden light as their hands met in mid-air.

Fingers darted out, entwining and spinning…

Upon contact, Count Tianyuan's golden hand gained a significant advantage.

However, although the silver hand was inferior, it still managed to stall for several breaths.

Count Tianyuan was both shocked and angry. He never expected his move to be anticipated by the other party.

What should he do now? It was clearly too late to intercept.

Before he could think further, a loud explosion echoed from above the golden vortex.

The colossal object rapidly flashed and shrank visibly.

"You… dare destroy my treasure!"

Count Tianyuan's incredulous voice rang out as his hair stood on end, his eyes bulging with rage.

"Why not?"

Surprisingly, the scholar changed from his earlier gentle demeanor to exude a strong aura of dominance: "Your Highness regards our sect as nothing. You wish to fit all of Wending City into your fleeting treasure. Although I do not know why you are doing this, my True Apex Sect cannot tolerate such disrespect. My actions are merely returning the favor."

Though his words were polite on the surface, they carried a sharp edge.

"You…!"

Count Tianyuan was both shocked and angry. As a noble of such high status, he had always been respected everywhere; who had ever dared to shame him like this? But what could he do? If it were just the Book of True Words alone, that would be one thing. However, behind the other party stood the formidable True Apex Sect and its ancient monster, whom he could not afford to offend.

But how could he offend them when there was no turning back?

He had no choice but to confront his fate head-on. With his Essence Fire ignited, his cultivation level might not drop, but his vital essence suffered significant damage. This would make it impossible for him to survive the next Great Heavenly Tribulation.

He must obtain the True Spirit Blood at all costs.

Even if the obstacle before him was merely a newly promoted Book of True Words, or even the ancient monster from the horizon, with no other options, he had only one choice: fight.

Fight might offer a slim chance for survival.

Retreat meant certain death in tens of thousands of years.

What else could he do?

The fleeting treasure took a hit but was not completely destroyed. Its size continued to shrink, and the suction it emitted weakened significantly. Wending City began to descend slowly.

Damn it!

Count Tianyuan's face was beet red with rage. Just as success seemed within reach, this brat had ruined everything.

Since he forced me here, there is no reason for me not to take action against True Apex Sect.

One step further and no turning back.

Count Tianyuan acted like a beast cornered in the wild, his anger boiling over.

Eliminate this guy. Perhaps I can find what I need from him. By drawing out the souls of all cultivators in Wending City, there might still be a chance to locate the True Spirit Blood.

"Fine, fine, you pushed me into this!"

Count Tianyuan roared as he flung his sleeves open, releasing a golden light column a meter wide. It dispersed into countless golden rays, each transforming into a life-sized golden man with long spears in hand.

This was not the end. The ancient monster's sleeves flashed again, sending out more identical light columns that transformed into identical golden men. Counting them roughly, there were thousands of them.

The marvel of this technique left the Book of True Words speechless. These golden men were no mere show; each one was incredibly lifelike. What secret art was this? It bore a resemblance to the legendary spell of summoning troops from beans.

However, such powerful spells required immense effort and could not be easily cast.

Count Tianyuan had ignited his Essence Fire, which allowed him to create thousands of golden men at once. Even so, the aura he emitted weakened significantly.

"Kill them all. Each one must have their soul drawn out to find where that treasure is."

Count Tianyuan ordered. The golden men seemed to understand and immediately began swinging their spears.

Instantly, screams filled the air as cultivators were beheaded.

Like a tiger among sheep, they killed while using soul-drawing techniques.

The cultivators were alarmed and unwilling to surrender. With the ancient monster and Book of True Words preoccupied, they fought fiercely, throwing all their treasures at the golden men.

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