Lin Xuan was different: superior spiritual power, Ancient Vortex Talisman, Spirit-Converting Needles at mastery, and the needles had counter-effects against pure Yuan Force.
All these factors rendered Wei Tong's pure Yuan Force useless.
Wei Tong on the ground glared at Lin Xuan, his Yuan Force swirling violently, Yuan Dan-level aura at full display.
Boy, if you're capable, come down and fight!"
"Flying in the air is skill. If you're tough, come up." Lin Xuan taunted.
"Can't fly? Then wait to die below."
"Whoosh…"
Lin Xuan decisively struck. Needles fused and shot from all directions.
"Thousand-Shred Palm!"
Wei Tong surged at Lin Xuan, leaping with dazzling palms. Yuan Force waves erupted, his attack reaching its peak.
Lin Xuan had anticipated this, using Insight Eye to see it coming.
"Whoosh!"
He flew aside on his sword, letting Wei Tong miss, while controlling the needles to pierce back and forth.
Wei Tong's body quickly showed many blood holes.
"Stop! Spare me! I'll submit to the Lin family!"
In the face of life and death, Wei Tong's expression changed multiple times before he shouted.
He feared death; he hadn't lived enough.
"The Lin family doesn't need you. Die!"
Lin Xuan said coldly, the needles piercing Wei Tong's throat.
[Task: Kill Wei Tong. Reward: Low-Level Spirit Treasure Blood Soul Spear, Bag of Pure Yuan Dan. Completed. Claim now?]
Even a small perfection-level Yuan Dan… isn't much!"
Lin Xuan looked at Wei Tong's corpse, shaking his head. He had expected a fierce battle, but he had clearly overestimated Wei Tong.
He hadn't even used many techniques before resolving him.
In the past few days, Lin Xuan had worked overtime to grind the Qimen Seal, forsaking sleep and meals, pushing it to mastery.
Yet, Wei Tong hadn't even given him the chance to use it!
"Still, Wei Tong is too weak. Two realms below me in martial cultivation, yet so pathetic."
Lin Xuan shook his head. Soon, he realized that although Yancheng was larger than Qingyang Town, in the context of the entire continent, it was still very small.
Wei Tong's fame existed only in such a minor place. It wasn't that he was special—anyone breaking into small perfection-level Yuan Dan could also gain renown in Yancheng.
His realm was high, but his strength lagged behind.
Take Wei Tong, for example: already a small perfection-level Yuan Dan, yet he had no fifth-grade martial arts and only mastered two fourth-grade martial arts.
Fourth-grade martial arts alone couldn't fully display a small perfection-level Yuan Dan's power.
Lin Xuan didn't take long to finish off Wei Tong. Meanwhile, the battle inside Tiemu Village continued.
Hu Ying was fighting the Blood Garment Sect devotee. The old man, knowing he couldn't match Hu Ying head-on, retreated into the crowd to use people as shields.
Lin Dong saw the devotee recklessly swinging through allies and family members, causing injuries. He mounted the Youxuan Sword, soared into the air, and used Spirit-Converting Needles to assist Hu Ying in encircling the enemy.
"Another Seal Master!"
The old devotee sensed spiritual energy sweeping toward him. His expression changed, and he hastily unleashed pure Yuan Force to resist.
Against a Seal Master, a Yuan Dan-level expert's only real advantage was their pure Yuan Force.
"Hum…"
Intense spiritual fluctuations spread outward. Lin Dong's Spirit-Converting Needles couldn't pierce the force. He had just recently become a first-rank Seal Master, so breaking through a small perfection-level Yuan Dan's pure Yuan Force was a stretch.
Still, it caused a significant impact. The devotee's pure Yuan Force nearly dispersed.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, Hu Ying lunged forward.
Claws glinting, he struck fiercely.
Slash!
An arm flew off.
Hu Ying's immense strength broke the devotee's already faltering force, and his sharp claws severed an arm.
Lin Dong saw the chance and prepared to strike again with Spirit-Converting Needles.
Pfft!
Before he could even gather spiritual energy, a black needle shot into the old man's forehead.
[Task: Kill Blood Garment Sect Devotee. Reward: One bottle of Sixth-Grade Yuan Force Pill. Completed. Claim now?]
"Headshot success!" Lin Xuan's mouth curled into a satisfied smile.
"Lin Xuan-ge, that was fast!"
Lin Dong swallowed nervously. He hadn't seen how Lin Xuan had struck—the needle had already pierced the devotee's forehead.
"Quickly help the other family members. Kill all Blood Garment Sect members."
Lin Xuan instructed Lin Dong and Hu Ying.
The enemy's morale was in chaos; some tried to escape while others fought to the death.
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