"Haha, kid, didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable, you know quite a bit."
"Since that's the case, hand over everything valuable you have, then end yourself, and I'll let you suffer less."
"Otherwise, looking at your tender skin, my brothers and I, recently hunted and wanted, have been evading capture in the wilderness, and we've forgotten the taste of a woman..."
The fat Tribulation Cultivation Leader looked at Zheng Yi, and not knowing what came to mind, he smirked with a somewhat dark expression.
However, he didn't notice Zheng Yi, as if he hadn't heard a word he said, reached out and pointed, and the Refined Iron Flying Sword shot out from the storage pouch with lightning speed.
"I have indeed advanced not long ago and haven't had the chance to test my current strength. Fortunately, you came along, so I can use you to run a simple test."
Zheng Yi pointed his finger forward, and the flying sword unsheathed, shooting directly at the fat man.
"Damn, you really dare to resist."
"You don't appreciate the toast, so you must drink the penalty wine!"
"Once you're captured alive and your legs are broken, it will serve as entertainment for my brothers..."
The fat Tribulation Cultivation Leader was saying this but was cautious enough, constantly being alert to Zheng Yi's movements. Seeing this, he quickly mobilized his flying sword to meet the attack.
Dealing with these wild bandits is like dealing with the notorious rear-end hyena, you must not show weakness.
A single punch will deter a hundred fists.
Once a prey displays a weak point, this pack would pounce, stripping the prey to the bone, drinking its blood and eating its flesh, leaving nothing behind.
The flying swords clashed in mid-air, transforming into two streaks of lightning, penetrating the air continuously.
The intense clash rang out, drawing long sparks in the sky, resembling swimming fish.
The Tribulation Cultivation Leader opposite wielded his Sword Control Technique with considerable mastery, employing a reckless fighting style.
The murderous sword techniques were honed through countless battles.
However, Zheng Yi was once a Loose Cultivator himself.
In the past, fighting for benefits at the bottom of the Immortal Domain Profound Void City, the battles he endured were probably no fewer than those faced by this fat man.
The speed of the Refined Iron Flying Sword he wielded was as fast as lightning and as elusive as a celestial horse, making its path completely unfathomable.
"Compared to sect disciples, these Wild Cultivators lack solid foundations, their techniques are simple, and vulnerabilities are significant."
"However, while not strong, these guys are very slippery, with rich combat experience, making it hard to find an opportunity for a killing blow."
After a brief battle, Zheng Yi had assessed the strength of the Tribulation Cultivation Leader, further testing his strength.
He no longer held back, directly activating the Soul-Catching Banner.
Zheng Yi reached out, and the Soul-Catching Banner, covered with intricate blood-colored patterns, suddenly appeared in his palm.
Needing to hurry on his journey, these people, whether Wild Cultivators or Tribulation Cultivators, didn't matter much to him.
After all, such people, with hands stained with blood, killing them serves justice.
Waving the Soul-Catching Banner, an endless black mist surged, the faces of other Tribulation Cultivators quietly closing in changed dramatically.
For as the black mist spread, forty-nine Fierce Ghosts quietly appeared around their bodies.
These Yin Soldiers and Fierce Ghosts, with Ghost Qi surging, held Dharma Sabers forged from condensed Evil Qi, their blood-red eyes fixed on the Tribulation Cultivators.
The fat Tribulation Cultivation Leader, who was previously confident of victory, turned visibly pale.
In particular, the Soul-Catching Banner in Zheng Yi's hand exerted immense psychological pressure on him.
"Sect disciple?! Damn it!"
"We've run into a hard case..."
Staring at the Soul-Catching Banner burning with azure flames, the fat man seemed flustered, unexpectedly having robbed a sect disciple.
The Ghosts surrounding them exuded an overwhelming presence and Evil Qi, clearly not ordinary Fierce Ghosts, but Guardian Yin Soldiers.
Especially the leading Red-clothed Fierce Ghost, its ferocious aura made the Tribulation Cultivation Leader's heart pound with fear.
This time, Zheng Yi wasted no time with words.
He shook the Soul-Catching Banner in his hand, and the endlessly emerging black mist unknowingly blocked the escape route of the Tribulation Cultivators.
A cold wind howled, ghosts wailed, and spirits howled.
"Screech!"
"Screech!"
"Screech!"
Shrill Soul-Catching Demon Sounds emanated from the mouths of the Yin Soldiers and Fierce Ghosts, forming powerful soul-shaking waves.
A few Tribulation Cultivators staggered, the Leader even paler under Zheng Yi's focused attack, bearing the brunt of the soul impact.
"Brothers, it's do or die."
"Our only way out is to kill him."
"Killing this sect disciple will let us live comfortably..."
The fat Tribulation Cultivation Leader's expression shifted continuously, a desperate shout suggesting a reckless move, with blood Qi swirling to forcibly boost his Spiritual Power.
Commanding his flying sword to stab at Zheng Yi and calling for help from his companions.
But Zheng Yi gave him no chance.
Standing behind the mist, Zheng Yi shook the Soul-Catching Banner, isolating his figure with black mist.
Meanwhile, in front of him, shadows emerged, Yin Soldiers and Fierce Ghosts stood guard, tightly protecting him.
Seeing this, the fat Tribulation Cultivation Leader's eyes filled with despair as he let out an unwilling shout.
"You win, I admit defeat..."
"I beg you..."
Immediately, his flying sword was caught by the Main Soul Red-clothed Fierce Ghost of the Soul-Catching Banner.
The azure flame spread, occupying his flying sword.
Then it engulfed his entire body, and amidst the screams, the Tribulation Cultivation Leader turned into a dried corpse.
"Spare me!"
"Have mercy on me!"
Seeing their leader's tragic end, the remaining Tribulation Cultivators were scared witless, turning to scatter and flee.
Unfortunately, within the range of the Soul-Catching Banner, they couldn't match the speed of the Yin Soldiers and Fierce Ghosts, and in moments, they were caught and slain.
Their desperate cries echoed.
Dozens of Yin Soldiers and Fierce Ghosts taking on these Loose Cultivators was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
The remaining Divine Souls were shredded, consumed clean by the Yin Soldiers and Fierce Ghosts within the Soul-Catching Banner.
After searching their bodies, not much was found.
He set a fire to dispose of the bodies.
...
The journey was far from peaceful; aside from a few waves of robbers.
Zheng Yi finally witnessed how the Foundation Establishment High-tier Demon Cultivators operated in the Demon Realm.
The terrifying power at that time and the oppressive fluctuation of magic throughout made Zheng Yi feel numb and his soul shiver involuntarily.
Even though he tried his best to hide his aura, staying far from the battles of those Foundation Establishment High-tier Demon Cultivators, the sheer might left him drenched in cold sweat.
Such dire combat in the Cultivation Realm is that direct; High-tier Great Cultivators casually unleash their immense power, while Loose Cultivators below are as insignificant as ants.
If accidentally caught in the crossfire, one could only blame their misfortune for becoming a wrongful ghost.