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302: Flatten Black Wind VillageLin Jingyu’s gaze was like lightning, slowly sweeping across the crowd on the hillside with their various expressions. His eyes were indifferent, as if looking at a group of irrelevant onlookers, only nodding slightly as a greeting.

The calmness and confidence contained in that gaze made everyone who met his eyes feel a shiver in their hearts.

Immediately, his gaze passed over the crowd and locked firmly onto the Black Wind Stockade, which crouched on the stockade wall in the distance like a ferocious giant beast, filled with shadows and Killing Intent. His eyes instantly turned icy and piercing, and the frigid Killing Intent spread out like a physical substance, causing the surrounding temperature to drop by several degrees.

Without any impassioned pre-battle mobilization, without any unnecessary chatter, Lin Jingyu stepped forward.

”Crack!” The hard rocky ground beneath his feet was actually stepped into spiderweb-like cracks.

His figure had already transformed into a pale purple electric light that was difficult for the naked eye to capture, tearing through the air and making a thunderous explosion.

With an unstoppable Aura of killing gods if they stand in the way, he shot straight towards the several-zhang-high, iron-clad, tightly closed, and ominous stockade gate of the Black Wind Stockade.

Following behind were more than ten Foundation Establishment middle and Late Stage Cultivators; these were the backbone of the Lin family.

Lin Jingyu specifically let them come to gain experience.

”He... he actually went!”

”Such... such terrifying speed! Is this really the speed a Qi Refining Stage Cultivator can have? Foundation Establishment Cultivators are nothing more than this, right!”

”The Lin family Cultivators behind are just cannon fodder. A Ninth Layer of Qi Refining from the Black Wind Stockade could easily crush them to death. Could it be that he, Lin Jingyu, wants to suppress the entire Black Wind Stockade by himself?”

The crowd on the slope was suddenly in an uproar, holding their breath and focusing, their eyes fixed on that resolute electric light, their hearts involuntarily rising to their throats, almost jumping out of their chests.

”Black Wind Stockade dogs, come and accept your death quickly!”

Lin Jingyu’s voice was filled with Spiritual Qi, spreading hundreds of meters away.

This immediately offended the Black Wind Stockade to the point of no return.

On the walls of the Black Wind Stockade, figures were moving, blade light flickered, and the thick Evil Qi almost condensed into a physical substance.

Seeing Lin Jingyu dare to challenge them alone, a burst of arrogant whistling, foul-mouthed curses, and malicious mockery immediately rang out on the stockade wall.

”Where did this reckless brat come from, daring to act wild in my Black Wind Stockade?”

”Fire arrows! Shoot him into a hedgehog for me!”

”Ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth! Slaughter him and feed him to the dogs!”

”Do it, let this piece of trash know the power of our Black Wind Stockade.”

In an instant, arrows as dense as locusts, mixed with dozens of talisman arrows flickering with red, ice-blue, light cyan, and other different elemental Spiritual Qi, formed a net of death covering the sky, enveloping the speeding Lin Jingyu.

The shrill sound of breaking air pierced the eardrums!

On Wangfeng Slope, many people gasped subconsciously, and some timid ones even closed their eyes, as if they had already seen the tragic scene of Lin Jingyu being pierced by ten thousand arrows and blood spattering on the spot.

However, facing this terrifying rain of arrows that was enough to make ordinary Late Stage Qi Refining Cultivators flustered or even die on the spot, Lin Jingyu did not even slow down.

A layer of fine, constantly jumping and flashing purple electric arcs naturally appeared around his body, as if he had put on an invisible and powerful lightning armor.

”Crackling...” ”Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...”

The tooth-aching explosions and energy annihilation sounds rang out one after another!

All the arrows, whether they were ordinary arrows forged from refined iron or those stronger talisman arrows containing Spiritual Qi, were easily deflected or directly vaporized by that seemingly thin but actually domineering body-protecting electric arc when they approached within three feet of Lin Jingyu’s body, and not a single one could touch the corner of his clothes.

”It’s an expert, probably a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!” Terrified shouts rang out on the stockade wall, and the previous arrogance was stifled.

”Quickly form a formation! Notify the leader!” A leader shouted hoarsely, his voice tinged with a trace of panic.

Lin Jingyu’s speed was too fast! Like a fleeting shadow, and like a thunder god’s movement, he approached the stockade gate in a few flashes.

Facing this sturdy barrier that had blocked countless heroes, he did not even use any complex or mysterious Spell, just simply pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed at the thick iron-clad wooden stockade gate in the Void Realm.

”Zzz!”

A condensed purple electric light, like a physical substance only the thickness of an arm, but emitting the majestic might of heaven and making the Soul tremble, like the thunder of judgment from the Nine Heavens, tore through the sky and struck down fiercely.

”Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The deafening explosion, as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking, suddenly exploded!

That seemingly indestructible iron-clad wooden stockade gate, engraved with formation patterns and flowing with Spiritual Qi, was instantly blown to pieces like a paper toy under this domineering sword finger containing a trace of the Origin of thunder.

Countless burning wood fragments and twisted, deformed iron pieces shot inward like a rainstorm.

The few middle and early stage Cultivators guarding behind the gate were instantly torn to pieces by the sudden violent air wave and the fragments containing terrifying kinetic energy before they could even let out a scream.

Lin Jingyu stepped on the scorched ground, through the remains emitting green smoke and scarlet bloodstains, with a calm face, like a god walking out of a thunder prison, stepping into this Dragon’s pool and tiger’s den.

The thick, nauseating smell of blood rushed towards him, but he acted as if he didn’t smell it, his cold eyes sweeping over the bandits in front who were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, pale-faced and retreating repeatedly.

”Stop... stop him! Quickly stop him!” A small leader came back to his senses from extreme fear, his voice trembling and shouting fiercely but cowardly.

A few desperadoes who relied on their own bravery and cultivation in the middle and Late Stages of Qi Refining, stimulated by the blood, summoned their remaining courage, brandished their weapons flashing with Spiritual Qi, and rushed up howling, trying to use human sea tactics to drown this ”madman” who had broken into the stockade alone.

They were Bandit Cultivators by Origin and were not very afraid of death.

Lin Jingyu didn’t even look, didn’t even stop his steps, just casually waved his sleeve, and a majestic and pure gale containing the sound of wind and thunder swept out, like an invisible heavy hammer, accurately hitting those people.

”Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The dull sound of impact rang out one after another!

Those few bandits were like being hit by a galloping giant elephant, their breastbones collapsed, blood sprayed wildly, and they were knocked over with broken bones and tendons along with their weapons.

They flew backward like broken kites, knocking down a group of their accomplices behind them, and screams, bone-crushing sounds, and panicked shouts rang out in one piece.

Lin Jingyu’s pace was calm and unhurried, as if he was not breaking into a Dragon’s pool and tiger’s den, but taking a walk in his own courtyard.

Wherever he passed, the bandits retreated in panic like a tide, and anyone who dared to block him, whether human or object, was turned into powder under the electric light he pointed out or the gale he waved.

Screams, Spell explosions, and building collapse sounds became the accompaniment to his advance, and he easily killed a bloody path among the dense but already terrified bandits.

A one-sided massacre, an ultimate display of personal martial power, was being staged bloodily inside the Black Wind Stockade.

And the ”onlooking” crowd on Wangfeng Slope had long been shaken and dumbfounded, with stormy seas rising in their hearts.

The Lin family members not far away were even more excited to the extreme; in their eyes, Lin Jingyu was like a god, unstoppable.