Your Spell Version is Too Low!

Simultaneously, he unleashed several more cunning saber flashes with a backhand strike, aiming for Qi Yun’s legs and neck!

After a few lightning-fast exchanges, Qi Yun felt a flicker of familiarity with his opponent’s Saber Skill—it was frenzied, bizarre, and focused on breaking through a single point.

A flash of Spiritual Light sparked in his mind. He made an educated guess based on a Secret Scripture he had read before.

The name of a Sect surfaced in his thoughts.

’A chaotic Saber Skill, a phantom-like body... Chaotic Kill?

You’re a Cultivator from the Seven Kills Sect!" Qi Yun said coldly, his eyes narrowing.

The Seven Kills Sect. A Sect that operated much like an organization of assassins.

Its Disciples specialized in cultivating their physical bodies and deadly Saber Skills. They rarely relied on external Magical Artifacts, pursuing the ultimate art of close-quarters combat.

They had mastered numerous bizarre and indefensible Secret Techniques designed for a single, fatal strike.

’I can’t believe the Yellow Springs Netherworld hired these killers—who only care about money—to reverse their fortunes.’

Upon hearing this, the shadowy figure paused for a moment. The faint black aura shrouding him dissipated slightly.

It revealed the face of a young man—pale, plain, and utterly unremarkable, save for a pair of eyes as cold as a viper’s.

He neither confirmed nor denied it, but the killing intent in his eyes intensified.

"Qi Refining Sixth Layer, yet so troublesome... The price was too low," he said, his voice as raspy as sandpaper.

The next instant, the Seven Kills Sect Cultivator lunged forward once more!

This time, his speed was even greater, the flash of his saber even quicker.

He became a veritable black tempest, spinning and slashing wildly around Qi Yun.

The saber flashes were no longer focused on a single point, but attacked from every conceivable angle.

One moment it thrust toward his brow, the next it flicked toward his groin, then it slashed at his ankles. The moves were vicious and cunning, aimed squarely at the body’s weak points and defensive blind spots!

The power of "chaos" grew increasingly palpable.

Qi Yun felt the circulation of his True Qi being subtly disrupted, and it became difficult to maintain a lock with his Divine Sense. Although the defense of his Abyssal Iron Sand remained solid...

...it seemed clumsy against the opponent’s high-speed, high-frequency, and precise attacks.

Grains of sand were constantly being sent flying, and the consumption was immense.

’This chaotic power is continuously stacking...’

A sharp glint appeared in Qi Yun’s eyes. He realized he had to break his opponent’s rhythm.

He maintained the Iron Sand defense with his left hand while his right hand rapidly formed a seal.

Wood Element Command Skill—Dragon-Binding Shackles!

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

A series of formidable wooden yokes plunged straight down toward the Seven Kills Sect Cultivator.

However, with a simple twist of his body, the assassin effortlessly dodged the terrifying wooden yokes, his movements virtually unimpeded.

"Void-Piercing Cone!"

Qi Yun pointed, and the Peach Wood Awls whistled out.

The assassin’s figure blurred. With precise slashes of his saber, he shattered most of the Void-Piercing Cones in mid-air.

The few that grazed past him were deflected by his Protective True Qi, leaving only shallow marks.

"Nanming Demon Fire!"

A torrent of dark red Demon Fire surged forth, a searing heat washing over the area.

The assassin, however, seemed prepared for this. He hastily retreated.

At the same time, he brandished his saber, creating a curtain of light that blocked the majority of the Demon Fire.

The small amount that did touch him was quickly shaken off and extinguished with a Secret Skill.

This Seven Kills Sect assassin’s Attack Power was extremely high, his Body Skill was uncanny, and he was exceptionally experienced in dealing with all sorts of Magic. He was clearly a veteran.

Qi Yun frowned, unable to gain the upper hand after a prolonged assault.

He also noticed that despite his opponent’s incredible Body Skill and Saber Skill, the man seemed to rely exclusively on close-quarters combat.

’If that’s the case...’

"So you like getting close, do you? Then you’re not going anywhere!"

With a cold snort, Qi Yun stopped trying to counter with Magic and instead poured all his energy into controlling the Abyssal Iron Sand!

Sand Iron Technique: Iron Prison Hell

BOOM!

The countless grains of Iron Sand stopped their scattered defense. Instead, they spread out wildly like a black tide before converging, forming a massive, shrinking cage.

It enveloped both him and the assassin.

The inner walls of the cage sealed off all room to evade.

This was tantamount to abandoning most of his defenses to engage the assassin in the most dangerous close-quarters combat within this confined space!

A flicker of surprise finally crossed the assassin’s eyes. He clearly hadn’t expected Qi Yun to resort to such a mutually destructive tactic.

The light from his saber flared as he frantically hacked at the cage’s inner walls.

Sparks flew, but for the moment, he couldn’t break through.

A vicious glint flashed in the Seven Kills Sect Cultivator’s eyes, and he charged directly at Qi Yun. If the caster died, the Magic would naturally dissipate.

He let out a short, piercing shriek. His body and the short saber in his hand seemed to merge, transforming into a deathly black gleam condensed to its absolute limit.

It shot straight for Qi Yun at the center of the cage.

The blade’s tip was aimed squarely between Qi Yun’s eyes.

Faced with this earth-shattering, all-or-nothing suicidal attack, Qi Yun’s face showed not the slightest hint of panic.

Instead, a faint, triumphant smile played on his lips.

"Are you an idiot?" he sneered, his tone deceptively mild. "You think I’d get trapped by my own Magic?"

Before the words had even faded, and before the Seven Kills Sect assassin could react,

in the instant before the blade could touch him,

Qi Yun’s form suddenly turned from solid to illusory. It twisted and dissipated like a soap bubble, transforming into a wisp of formless, intangible, and ethereal Pure Qi.

It then passed through a hole at the back of the cage—no bigger than a grain of rice—that he had deliberately left open.

With a WHOOSH, he escaped the Iron Prison Hell of his own making.

He had used himself as bait to catch a fool.

Qi Yun’s true form instantly solidified outside the cage. He looked back indifferently at the Iron Prison Hell, from which the sounds of frantic hacking now echoed.

He slowly raised his right hand, splaying his fingers and aiming them at the distant cage.

Then, he clenched his fist!

Sand Iron Technique: Grinding Wheel Hell

BOOOOM—!!!

The massive Sand Iron cage, as if seized by an invisible giant hand, suddenly let out a grating, ear-splitting shriek of twisting metal.

Countless grains of Sand Iron, with unprecedented density and force, began to frantically crush, grind, and pulverize everything within!

"ARGH—!!"

Inside the cage, the Seven Kills Sect assassin only had time to let out a single, short, and utterly bloodcurdling scream

before he was completely engulfed by the endless, heavy Abyssal Iron Sand!

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