Chapter 785: Thunder Technique! Purple Lightning Qilin

"Enforcer Qiu!"

The High Priest watched in disbelief as Enforcer Qiu's head tumbled to the ground. Though not the strongest, Qiu had still been a Spiritual Element Realm cultivator—yet he'd been beheaded before he could even react.

"Who are you?" The High Priest's voice trembled with rage as he and two remaining enforcers landed before Ling Feng. "How dare you invade our stronghold!"

In one stroke, this brat had wiped out half of their remaining leadership.

The High Priest clenched his fists, silently cursing. He'd repeatedly warned Enforcer Gao and Qiu to be cautious, yet they'd still fallen to this inexperienced youth.

"Your executioner." Ling Feng sheathed his sword, locking eyes with the High Priest. "Tell me what poison flower you use to refine Blood Soul Pearls, and I'll leave your body intact."

"Arrogant fool! Blood Spirit Corpses—attack!"

At the High Priest's command, a dozen snarling corpses lunged at Ling Feng and Tuoba Yan.

These corpses, controlled by the High Priest himself, were markedly stronger than previous ones. Even working together, Ling Feng and Tuoba Yan found themselves gradually overwhelmed.

Though clumsy, the corpses' thick hides made them nearly impervious to pain—they kept attacking relentlessly even with severed limbs.

"You chose the path to hell yourselves!" The High Priest's eyes gleamed coldly. "That boy's talent isn't bad—he might make a fine sixth-tier Blood Spirit Corpse!"

The two enforcers laughed viciously. Sixth-tier corpses equaled king-tier experts—imagine an army of such monsters! What force could withstand that?

As he fought, Ling Feng shouted, "Don't you know the Northwestern Army has surrounded Yanbao City? They'll burn it to ashes soon! You're just waiting to die here!"

"Fool!" The High Priest scoffed. "Our Master is mastering a supreme divine skill! When he returns, your precious Northwestern Army—and all you arrogant sect disciples—will perish!"

Seeing the corpses still couldn't overcome Ling Feng, the High Priest suddenly roared, "Blood Incineration Array!"

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Roar!

"

The corpses instantly formed an eerie formation. At its center, a sinister halo appeared on the ground, causing Ling Feng and Tuoba Yan's blood to boil as if about to burst from their veins.

No wonder previous intruders had all perished—these monsters could execute such evil arrays when properly controlled.

"

Heh heh heh...

Watch your blood drain away!" The High Priest laughed maniacally, already envisioning refining these two into new Blood Spirit Corpses.

"

Oh

really?"

Ling Feng smirked. Having confirmed the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord's absence, there was no need to hold back.

Instantly, his Lingtian Sword Force erupted, forcibly repelling the array's blood-refining power. Exchanging a glance with Tuoba Yan, they joined forces once more.

Ling Feng placed a hand on her shoulder, channeling his true qi into her body. The Tiance Mirror materialized again—but this time, its black-and-white radiance intensified tenfold under his control.

Vast Tiance power condensed into profound inscriptions as Ling Feng formed hand seals.

"Thunder Technique! Purple Lightning Qilin!"

Violent thunder energy exploded outward, coalescing into a dozen purple lightning serpents that streaked in all directions.

Zzt! Zzt! Zzt!

Thunder being the bane of all evil, the Blood Spirit Corpses immediately began smoking before collapsing with thunderous booms.

"Th-this... this..."

The High Priest's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, his body shaking.

Twelve mid-stage Spiritual Element Realm Blood Spirit Corpses—annihilated in an instant!

Without their undead protectors, the three cultists panicked, their courage evaporating.

"Run! RUN!"

They scattered in three directions—a desperate gamble that at least one might escape.

"Running?"

Ling Feng's sword flashed. "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!"

Countless sword qi surged forward like vengeful spirits. One enforcer barely managed to take two steps before hundreds of sword qi pierced his heart, dropping him in a bloody heap.

"Move again, and you'll meet the same fate!"

Ling Feng’s voice rang out, freezing the High Priest and the last enforcer in their tracks. That attack had shown them just how easily he could kill them both.

"I'll talk! Spare me, Young Hero!" The enforcer collapsed, wailing. "The High Priest forced us! He promised immortality and power if we served the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord! It was all him!"

"You—!" The High Priest also kowtowed. "Young Hero, I was coerced too! Just a wandering cultivator trying to survive!"

Facing death, their true natures surfaced—no mighty priests here, just cowardly rogues.

No surprise. The hastily formed Blood God Cult had only attracted disposable pawns.

"I don't care how you joined this sinking ship."

Ling Feng clasped his hands behind his back, staring down at the High Priest. "What poison flower does your Cult Master use to refine Blood Soul Pearls?"