The Birth of the Last Divine Dragon Emperor

6. Attack of the Mysterious Group

"All of you on that eagle’s back, get down!"

Swuuuuuuung!

A circular formation suddenly appeared in the sky, as if it had been a trap meticulously set for them. The eagle that Ling Ying rode was bound by chains. Instantly, the eagle beneath Yuan Bei began to rebel, throwing all the cultivators, including Yuan Bei, off its back and plummeting toward the ground.

Baaaam! Baaaaam!

Struggling to steady himself, Yuan Bei noticed more than thirty practitioners at the Five-Star Foundation Establishment stage emerging from behind massive trees, led by a cultivator at the Two-Star Core Formation stage.

"Why can’t I see the cultivation stage of their leader?" Yuan Bei communicated with Cai Lin through his mind.

"The greater the gap in cultivation stages, the harder it is to perceive. The man you’re referring to has reached the Core Formation stage... Though it’s the early stage, it’s enough to kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator like you. Be careful…"

Yuan Bei nodded, his gaze locking onto Ling Ying, who clenched her jaw in frustration.

"Y-you…"

"Miss Ling Ying, our leader wants your demonic beast mount. Now that we’ve taken it, leave and forget this matter!" the enemy leader said nonchalantly.

Hearing this, and feeling her treasure stolen so brazenly, Ling Ying, indifferent to the lives of her subordinates, gave a command.

"Everyone, help me!"

Swuuuuuuush!

"Yes!"

All the practitioners began fighting each other. Ling Ying’s faction initially seemed to dominate the battle. Yet strangely, the leader of the thirty practitioners merely smiled faintly at Ling Ying’s resistance.

"If you were backed by the core forces of the Information Tower, we might not dare attack. Unfortunately, your forces are just freelancers paid in gold coins!" The enemy leader began moving in a zigzag pattern, using his sword to cut down each practitioner who stood in his way.

A one-sided massacre unfolded before Yuan Bei, who stood silently, unmoving.

"What are you waiting for? If you interfere, your life will be in danger… Core Formation cultivators are extremely deadly!" Cai Lin warned.

Yuan Bei rejected the warning, replying, "The only way to make money is by helping her… Besides, our goals align. Ling Ying is hiding her true strength. All I can do now is wait for the outcome of this battle…"

Swuuuuush!

Yuan Bei quickly moved to a safe distance, hiding as the factions clashed.

"Don’t chase that weakling. Your task is to kill Ling Ying’s forces!" The leader dashed toward Ling Ying.

The two began an intense battle, and Yuan Bei’s eyes observed Ling Ying’s combat techniques closely.

"Judging by their speed, Ling Ying and that man are evenly matched… Seems I made the right call to wait this out."

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Meanwhile, the Core Formation practitioners sealing the eagle gave new orders.

"Killing Ling Ying is taking too long. Everyone, assist them now!"

"Understood!"

Swuuuuuush!

Dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators darted through the air, using light-body techniques to head straight for Yuan Bei’s hiding place.

"Damn, they’re coming…"

Swuuuuush! Swuuuush!

Boom! Boom!

Qi-formed attacks shot toward Yuan Bei, who had leaped to another branch on his left.

"Everyone here must die…" one of the cultivators commanded.

Realizing he would inevitably be drawn into the conflict, Yuan Bei faced the group of Foundation Establishment Four-Star and Five-Star cultivators.

Sriiiiiiiing! Swoooooosh!

Summoning a sword of fire from within his body, Yuan Bei’s actions stunned the surrounding practitioners.

"A Foundation Establishment Two-Star can form an elemental sword? You’re no ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

"What are you afraid of? He’s alone! Attack together—he’ll fall to us for sure!" one of them shouted, rallying the others.

Swuuuuuuuush!

With renewed morale, twenty cultivators charged at Yuan Bei, their swords aimed to strike him down.

But Yuan Bei began showcasing his swordplay. His movements were flexible, skillful, and executed with impeccable timing.

"This young man’s moves are so graceful…"

"Indeed! It’s strange… I’ve never seen swordsmanship as beautiful as this…"

Klaaaaash! Sraaaaash!

However, their admiration turned to horror as the flaming sword pierced through one of their comrades, reducing him to ashes.

"S-so cruel…" one of the men stammered, watching his comrade’s body disintegrate.

"Look out!"

Swoooosh! Slaaaaash! Slaaaaash!

Yuan Bei showed no hesitation, killing his opponents one by one without blinking. This mercilessness was born from the harsh life he had endured. To him, life and death were dictated by fate. If he didn’t want to die, he had to defy that fate.

"H-he…"

Watching his men fall to a mere Foundation Establishment Two-Star, the enemy leader stopped fighting Ling Ying. His face betrayed his shock as he saw Yuan Bei effortlessly handle foes two stages above him.

"Who is he? If I leave him be, my entire force might perish under his blade…" Clenching his jaw, the leader lunged toward Yuan Bei.

But Ling Ying intercepted, grabbing his leg and throwing him aside.

BOOOOOM!

"If you want to kill him, you’ll have to step over my dead body first!"