dmims Chapter 100 Battle of Rotten Peach Peak 4
Chapter 100 Battle of Rotten Peach Peak 4
Rotten Peach Peak doesn't actually have any peach trees, let alone peaches that are ripe to the point of rottenness.
The reason it was named this is because this is the former residence of Cai Fei's mother, Chu Shanyun.
The name is unpleasant to hear, but when you associate it with Chu Shanyun, Cai Fei honestly wants to laugh—Chu Huihui looks virtuous and proper, but she's actually quite good at dry humor...
Of course, he couldn't laugh at this moment—a formidable enemy was closing in.
Bao Xingqian reached out and took a third-tier formation-breaking talisman worth hundreds of thousands from Xu Xiaolin's hand. With a command, dozens of cultivators launched attacks with talismans, beginning to probe the weak points of the formation.
Everyone spread out and launched talismans from a distance. All kinds of talismans flew down, with the five elements talismans of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth blooming everywhere. Even the less common wind and thunder talismans were shot out in more than a dozen. For a moment, fire and ice exploded on the small hill, wind and thunder resounded together, wind rose and fog surged, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if fireworks were competing for brilliance, which was a spectacular sight.
Bao Xingqian and Xu Xiaolin hovered in the air, observing the reaction of the magic array while sending out message talismans to exchange information.
Fighting has broken out on all sides. There were indeed more than a dozen cultivators who came to the aid of the Chu family, but that was all. Including the Chu family cultivators, there were about fifty cultivators on the defending side at this moment. The three families, including Blood Hand, had a total of more than a hundred cultivators, as well as three Foundation Establishment cultivators. Even though the Chu family had been operating here for hundreds of years and had set up defensive formations everywhere.
But without a doubt, the advantage is on my side!
However, the situation in Sushanfang is more worrying. According to reports from our sources, at least several hundred cultivators are watching the battle from a distance of one mile away in the night sky. If it weren't for the notorious reputation of Blood Hand and others, they would probably have already rushed to Wujialing's aid.
In short, a swift and decisive victory is the best course of action.
Bao Xingqian personally stepped forward and slashed with his longsword, raining down various second-tier talismans as if they were free. After about a quarter of an hour, he finally found the weak point in the formation.
Bao Xingqian drew a large circle in the air with his flying sword, identified the weak point in the magic array, took a deep breath, and urged his flying sword to rush down.
"break!"
With a deafening roar, the defensive array shattered, and a bolt of lightning exploded at the point of breach, flashing and disappearing in a flash.
As if a curtain had been drawn back to reveal the night, a spider the size of a millstone lay on the roof of a stone house, raising its two claws toward the sky.
She really is a spider demon!
"Rinse them all!"
Bao Xingqian slashed down with his sword, but immediately withdrew—there was a Foundation Establishment cultivator below!
And it wasn't just one person!
On Rotten Peach Peak, Guo Xiqin and Chief Feng were already fully armed.
As soon as the defensive formation broke, Guo Xiqin charged forward on his sword, announcing his name: "Guo Xiqin of Aolai Academy, I'd like to test your skills!"
On the other side, Chief Feng silently attacked Xu Xiaolin—to catch the thief, first catch the king!
Bao Xingqian was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised that Rotten Peach Peak actually had two Foundation Establishment cultivators hidden there, but delighted that one person had walked right into the trap—there was a concealment array on the Silver Leaf Swallow, hiding a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!
He feigned panic, shouted loudly, and chased after her with his sword.
Xu Xiaolin, feigning confusion, exclaimed "Oh dear!" and turned his Silver Leaf Swallow around to leave.
A pockmarked Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been patrolling in the distance also rushed over, but he was still a mile away, so how could he possibly save him in time!
In the blink of an eye, Chief Feng had caught up with Silver Leaf Swallow, shouting fiercely, "Prepare to die!"
The flying sword soared up, and a giant axe that could split mountains was revealed in his hand. He unleashed a "Splitting Mount Hua" move and slashed down!
Xu Xiaolin's lips twitched slightly, and the Silver Leaf Swallow shone brightly, having already activated the second-tier defensive array.
At the same time, the swallow's neck suddenly opened, and a Foundation Establishment cultivator flew out, his dagger gleaming, and he pounced on Chief Feng's lower abdomen like a ghost.
What awaited him was a Tier 3 Top-Grade Fireball Talisman made by the Heavenly Craft Workshop!
With a loud "BOOM!", a red light shot into the sky from the battle site. Both sides were blasted dozens of feet apart by the shockwave. Chief Feng's flying sword plummeted and then rose again, wobbling for a moment before quickly stabilizing.
Silver Leaf Swallow also plummeted more than ten feet before regaining its footing. Both Silver Leaf Swallow and Xu Xiaolin were charred black.
The Foundation Establishment cultivator who was ambushed had already fallen like a leaf, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.
This!
Startled, Bao Xingqian swiftly swooped down and rescued the Foundation Establishment cultivator. He found the cultivator charred black and barely breathing, clearly severely injured.
"He might not be dead, but he definitely can't fight again!" In the sky not far away, Chief Feng and Guo Xiqin stood side by side, watching Bao Xingqian send the Foundation Establishment cultivator onto the Silver Leaf Swallow, and made this judgment.
Feeling his acting skills were lacking, Guo Xiqin gave the third-tier Flame Burst Talisman to Chief Feng. Now, watching the pockmarked Foundation Establishment cultivator rush towards him, he swallowed the Leopard Fetus Pill given to him by Long Hen, and waved his hand to meet him head-on: "Go!"
At this moment, Bao Xingqian also returned, filled with rage. The four of them soared into the air and faced off in pairs.
Both sides were at similar cultivation levels. Bao and Feng were both in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, while Guo and the pockmarked man were both in the early stage. However, Guo Xiqin was equipped with all the Heavenly Court equipment, plus a third-tier defensive talisman and a high-grade Leopard Fetus Pill. As soon as they started fighting, he suppressed the pockmarked man's Foundation Establishment stage.
The pockmarked Foundation Establishment cultivator retreated step by step, repeatedly shouting, "You're tough! Come and help!"
Xu Xiaolin, still shaken, saw the situation was not good and quickly used a transmission talisman to call for Blood Hand and Ghost Sail to build their foundations.
At this point, a chaotic fight had broken out below.
Thirteen cultivators landed and engaged in battle with the mountain-guarding cultivators.
In the very center is a small stone house, which is the key to the hilltop—Xu Ping'an lives inside.
There are at least four Three Talents Formations arranged inside and outside the house, each independent and capable of switching between each other. At this moment, Chu Zhengshan, Zeng Fuhu, and Chu Zhiyin are guarding the triangle outside the stone house, representing the old, middle-aged, and young generations, each with considerable strength.
Chu Zhengshan was fully armored, wielding an iron spear that was impenetrable to water. The spear tip flashed with cold light, and each thrust was aimed straight at the enemy's vital points. With his white hair and silver beard, he was awe-inspiring.
The two late-stage Qi Refining cultivators who were attacking him were forced to retreat repeatedly. One of them hesitated for a moment and was hit on the shoulder by the tip of the spear. Blood spurted out and he fell into the grass with a scream.
Zeng Fuhu, a seasoned and experienced fighter, remained composed even when facing two opponents alone. His movements were like a ghost, weaving and shifting between them. His short sword flashed with light, targeting the weakest points in their defenses. One of the thirteen cultivators was forced to stumble, and Zeng Fuhu seized the opportunity, slashing his wrist. The man's weapon fell to the ground, and he turned and fled.
Chu Zhiyin guarded the west side alone, his long sword occasionally shooting out a frost arrow. He was only twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old and had been hidden in the stronghold. It was his first time facing an enemy, and his swordsmanship was a little rough. However, the millstone-sized Chun Sanshi Niang under his feet would occasionally stretch out her long legs to trip up the enemies who came to attack him.
Sun Juxian hid inside the stone house, focusing on defense. He held a green spirit stone shield and deflected the incoming talismans and hidden weapons one by one. Occasionally, he would throw out a short spear, which, although not fatal, made the enemy busy and flustered.
Cai Fei sat cross-legged beside Xu Ping'an, a jade plate in front of him reflecting the entire battle. Six small spiders guarded the corners, cooperating with him to control the silk-pulling and finger-flicking formation set up all over the mountain to entangle the enemy.
His fingers moved continuously in the void, each stroke corresponding to the trembling of a spider silk thread. These threads were as thin as hair, yet incredibly strong, appearing and disappearing unpredictably in the chaos of battle—tripping here, pulling there, causing the enemy cultivators all over the mountain to scream in agony.
Just as one of the thirteen cultivators was about to swing his sword at Chu Zhiyin, he suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, where Chu Zhiyin pierced his shoulder with his sword. Another cultivator, who had hidden behind a tree, was about to launch a hidden weapon when his wrist was suddenly entangled by spider silk, causing the weapon to slip from his hand and pierce his own thigh instead. Yet another cultivator climbed a tall tree to shoot arrows from above, but his ankle was entangled by spider silk, leaving him hanging upside down on the tree, where he was hit by a dart.
"The 'Tethering Threads and Flicking Finger Formation' emphasizes the word 'tethering'," Li Zhu's voice echoed in his mind. "It's not about killing the enemy, but about disrupting them. The more disruptive you are, the faster they will die."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Cai Fei's forehead, and spiritual energy surged from his dantian like a tide. He gritted his teeth, his ten fingers flying, and spider silk, like strings on a zither, played a murderous melody at his fingertips.
In mid-air, the battle between Guo Xiqin and the pockmarked Foundation Establishment cultivator was nearing its end. The pockmarked Foundation Establishment cultivator was struggling to defend himself, and his chest and legs were hit one after another, causing him to scream in agony. Bao Xingqian wanted to come to his aid, but he was held back by Chief Feng.
Xu Xiaolin, standing alone in the air, looked at the chaos on the mountain with a grim expression. He gritted his teeth and took out his communication talisman again, his voice icy: "Blood Hand, Ghost Sail, where are you? Get here now!"
Not far away, two sword lights finally pierced through the air and arrived.