Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

The stalemate on the battlefield had persisted for far too long, with both sides already weary and exhausted.

The only one who remained composed was Lei Wang, since he only needed to hold back and never engaged in a hard fight.

In contrast, Su Xiaoxiao’s decline was showing; maintaining such a high-intensity offensive took too much spiritual power, even he couldn’t hold on much longer.

”Didn’t you come down this time to fight me again? What’s with all the hiding?”

Su Xiaoxiao felt somewhat helpless; at this rate, who knew if they would even determine life and death by the end of time.

Lei Wang glanced at the battle situation, indeed, both sides were locked in a stalemate.

Even Xin Zui and the trio were still locked in a deadlock with those small fry.

As for Wang Xingzhi, the leader of the small fry, he was complaining incessantly. While the big shots fought their deadly battles, the group had to maintain their position, exhausting them the most.

Even the three entering-the-Dao cultivators, having lost half their strength, still wielded significant abilities.

In other words, the three old guys could make countless mistakes, but they couldn’t afford a single one.

No matter whether it was the Mystic Light Technique, the Heaven-Flipping Palm, or the Void Domain, they all had to withstand them together.

Therefore, it was still those considered small fry in the eyes of the powerful who were the most exhausted.

Similarly, Xin Zui was frustrated, seeing those who usually had to turn and flee upon seeing him now brazenly dragging him along, which was an utter humiliation.

Xin Yin’s mindset was on edge; theoretically, one strike from his Heaven-Flipping Palm should have sent them flying, yet these Celestial Dao Sect bastards were constantly resisting, which was like a slap in his face.

As for Wuyin, he was gritting his teeth; his Void Domain was broken through time and again, with not a single chance to use it. What was even the point?

The more Su Xiaoxiao fought, the more he felt something was off. Since when had Lei Wang become so composed?

It felt like he was deliberately trying to lure them here.

”Not good, it’s a decoy.”

Su Xiaoxiao felt a jolt and quickly realized that Lei Wang wanted to drag the people from the Celestial Dao Sect down, and it was obvious that the real objective must be elsewhere.

Beyond this place, the only possibility was Central Continent, after all, Yama Hall had been laying out plans against Central Continent for thousands of years.

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao’s expression, Lei Wang laughed, ”Realized it?”

Su Xiaoxiao’s face turned ashen; it turned out they had been played by this bastard.

He couldn’t help but grit his teeth, ”So you finally plan to act against Central Continent?”

”That’s one aspect.”

Lei Wang extended two fingers; naturally, someone was already over at Central Continent, and as for the Celestial Dao Sect, they were also part of his plans.

”Secondly, I’m not only stalling you all but also planning to kill you.”

”I won’t let you succeed.”

Su Xiaoxiao’s expression changed as he spoke fiercely.

”Actually, I’ve already succeeded. Time should be enough.”

Lei Wang replied with a confident smile.

His response was met with the violent impact of the Milky Way as Su Xiaoxiao went all-out once more, the Milky Way surging like waves, stars lighting up one by one, instantly resembling a meteor shower that indiscriminately covered the entire battlefield.

This time, however, Lei Wang didn’t plan to dodge. He tilted his head back and shouted, ”Retreat.”

At his command, the four powerful members of Yama Hall, along with the trio of Xin Zui, simultaneously abandoned their opponents and swiftly withdrew.

Confronted with the overwhelming meteor shower, Lei Wang took out a porcelain bottle and sneered insidiously. In the next moment, black smoke rapidly spread from the bottle, quickly blanketing the figures below.

The old lady standing behind Lei Wang waved her hand, conjuring a stone bridge across the void, instantly whisking everyone away except for the porcelain bottle that continued to release black smoke.

Su Xiaoxiao’s face was grim, ”Same trick again.”

This wasn’t just black smoke, it was extremely resentful energy, something only those bastards at Yama Hall would dare concoct.

Its effect was both negligible and terrifying.

This aura was non-toxic and harmless, with only one trait—it could summon tribulation thunder.

Once tainted by it, you would have no choice but to wait for tribulation thunder to strike, relentlessly pursuing you unless removed.

”Bastards!”

Su Xiaoxiao’s teeth were about to grind into powder. If he wasn’t mistaken, after being tormented by tribulation thunder, Lei Wang would lead people back to finish the job.

”Gather around!”

He shouted urgently; tribulation thunder couldn’t kill him, it would only leave him embarrassed, but the others might not be so lucky.

Imagine eleven Divine Platform Realm cultivators being struck by tribulation thunder; even if they didn’t die, they’d be gravely injured.

Lei Wang was waiting for these guys to be pummeled by tribulation thunder so he could come back and sweep up.

The stone bridge spanned ten miles, arriving in an instant, leaving the group to watch the distant horizon silently, where thunderclouds began to churn...

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Meanwhile, on the other side, a sea of fire surged.

This was the eighth Cyan Dragon the Yama Hall cultivators had broken, yet they still hadn’t found Han Yu.

Gradually, seven or eight cultivators began to converge, heading in other directions to continue the pursuit.

On the deserted island, Liu Zongyuan was dumbfounded as he stared at the earth prison, which now housed two new prisoners with broken arms and legs, while the culprit laughed mischievously, off to bash more heads.

”This scourge should really come to us,” Liu Zongyuan lamented sincerely. With Han Yu’s methods, had he been here, they wouldn’t have suffered under Yama Hall’s oppression for so long.

Unexpectedly, he was once again taken aback by Han Yu’s audacity and ability.

Utterly relentless.

Perhaps only Xin Zui and the others in their prime could suppress Han Yu, otherwise, ordinary Divine Platform Realm cultivators would no longer be able to contend with him.

His mind wandered, and he couldn’t help but speculate, were Han Yu to have more time to grow, would Xin Zui and the others end up the same?

Then he snapped back to reality, shaking his head madly, ”I must be crazy to think he could surpass centuries of cultivation in such a short time.”

But what if...

”No what-ifs, with me here, no surprises,”

Han Yu responded while stealthily flying, conversing within his sea of consciousness.

The Artifact Spirit didn’t approve of Han Yu continuing his sneaky attacks, as its senses detected a faint hint of tribulation thunder.

Perhaps some other fool was courting tribulation thunder.

”It’s not me attracting it, so why should I worry?”

Han Yu shrugged, as long as he didn’t get involved, tribulation thunder had its own logic, and shouldn’t strike just because they now knew him well.

Just as long as he didn’t get too close.

As he stealthily approached, several miles away, three figures simultaneously destroyed a Cyan Dragon, their enraged faces visible even through the sea of fire.

The trio was indeed angry, since when could someone’s cultivation technique be even more troublesome than theirs, it was outrageous.

”It’s a divine technique!”

One cultivator discerned the key.

But even as a divine technique, it was over the top! The Fire Dragon had traveled several miles away; how was the opponent maintaining it? And controlling eighteen Cyan Dragons at once, how could the energy in the sea of consciousness support that?

While they scurried like headless chickens searching, Han Yu had already quietly snuck up on one of them.

As the unfortunate cultivator felt a cold chill at his back, it was too late.

”Ah...”

A wretched scream startled the remaining two, who only saw their unlucky companion spew a mouthful of blood before pointing weakly in a direction before collapsing.

The two turned to where he pointed, seeing nothing, as Han Yu had already relocated.

”This stealth artifact from Ping is truly useful,”

Han Yu couldn’t help but admire.

If he had this tool earlier, life wouldn’t have been so harsh.

”Don’t rely on it too much,”

The Artifact Spirit rolled its eyes, feeling an inexplicable jealousy towards Ping, suspecting it wasn’t foolproof and might backfire at a critical moment.

Seeing their target nowhere in sight, one of the cultivators suddenly deployed a technique, sending a barrage of hail down like a rainstorm, instantly enveloping the entire area in a chilling aura.

The other cultivator spread ghostly qi around, with pale hands reaching out from the smoke.

With such area-controlling abilities, Han Yu struggled to launch a sneak attack, especially after they were given time to raise their guard, making it near impossible to hit them on the head.

In response, Han Yu seized a gap to break through between the two, unleashing his domain of fire, instantly causing a great conflagration across the sky.

”Fighting one against two, I still have the upper hand,”

Han Yu shouted wildly as Cyan Dragons soared out from the sea of fire.

With energy continuously condensing and compressing, the entire space seemed to twist from the heat.

The two cultivators’ expressions changed simultaneously...