Chapter 438 - 326: Beasts of the Four Directions

Chapter 438: Chapter 326: Beasts of the Four Directions

"Do you know what a posturing clown is?"

Gazing coldly at the three of them, Yu Changsheng glanced back at Zhao Xiaodong and spoke in a frigid tone.

"A posturing clown? Are you talking about yourself? You knew this was a trap, yet you jumped right in. Should I call you arrogant, or just overconfident?"

Cheng Hong sneered. A strange glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Yu Changsheng.

"People from the Dark Stream? You really are relentless. What, this eager to come gift me your heads?"

Yu Changsheng stared intently at the three of them, his brow furrowing as he spoke.

The Cultivation Techniques practiced by members of the Dark Stream all shared a common trait: an overwhelming, malevolent killing intent and Evil Qi. As soon as they acted, this was easily detected by anyone with a keen Divine Sense.

"Those are your words, not mine. You can’t just go around slandering people."

Cheng Hong offered a faint smile, neither confirming nor denying the accusation. His gaze, however, flickered unconsciously to the Red Purgatory Dragon at Yu Changsheng’s feet, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

RUMBLE!

Just then, Zhang Tianwen, Shen Xingchen, and the others arrived close behind. They took their places beside Yu Changsheng, their gazes turning cold as they assessed the situation with furrowed brows.

"Everyone’s here? Perfect. We can wipe you all out in one go."

Cheng Hong’s expression remained unchanged. After confirming that Zhang Tianwen and the others were only at the Foundation Establishment stage, he grew even more relaxed.

"Heh."

Zhang Tianwen sneered back at them.

"People from the Spirit Dragon Sect, and... lapdogs from the Dark Stream?"

Before Cheng Hong could get angry, the other two members of the Dark Stream trio, Yang Hao and Meng Ran, grew restless. They chuckled softly and murmured:

"Even if it’s just you lot, it’s better than nothing. You walked right into our trap. Who else can you blame?"

With that, he suddenly looked up and pulled a milky-white pearl from his robes. He threw it violently into the air. The pearl exploded, transforming into a hemispherical screen of light that enveloped the entire area. The space within it warped and trembled.

"The Boundary Pearl?"

Yu Changsheng was no stranger to this item. He watched their actions, unfazed, and simply shook his head with a light chuckle.

"Quite the thorough preparation. But has it ever occurred to you that you might just be digging your own graves?"

"Hmph. We’ll see if you’re still laughing in a moment." The group snorted. Having set their trap, they looked back at Yu Changsheng and his allies, the mockery in their eyes intensifying.

’We’re done for.’

Zhao Xiaodong, who had been watching intently, felt his world go dark. His face turned ashen, and cries of despair echoed from the other Wanxiang Sect disciples.

With the appearance of the Boundary Pearl, its sealing power interfered with the teleportation function of the Evil Qi Tokens. It was clear that once Yu Changsheng had revealed himself, their opponents were no longer hiding their true intentions.

At this thought, though desolation filled his heart, Zhao Xiaodong took a deep breath. Gritting his teeth, he looked at Yu Changsheng’s group ahead of him and flew forward to join them.

Now that there was no retreat, Zhao Xiaodong knew what he had to do.

RUMBLE!

The void trembled. Within the confines of the Boundary Pearl, everyone had their own thoughts and fears, but Yu Changsheng’s expression remained calm. He showed no sign of panic.

This actually surprised Cheng Hong. However, a glance back at his own side—a full four Golden Core cultivators—instantly reassured him.

’Looks like I have to stretch my legs again,’

Yu Changsheng sighed. He rolled his wrists, and as he looked up, undisguised killing intent flared in his eyes.

KREEEEE!!

The Colorful Star Deer emerged from the Inner Realm. The moment it appeared, the terrifying aura unique to a peak Tier Three Tamed Beast flooded the void. All eyes were instantly drawn to it.

"Another Tier Three Tamed Beast?"

Gao Yucheng and his cohorts were stunned. Zhao Xiaodong, for his part, was momentarily dumbstruck. He swallowed hard, his gaze shifting to the impassive Yu Changsheng. Shock warred with a growing sense of excitement in his heart.

With two peak Tier Three Tamed Beasts on the field, he finally felt that they might have more than just a fighting chance.

"Hmph. So what if there are two Tier Three beasts? The outcome will be the same."

Cheng Hong snorted. With a slight shift of his feet, he nodded to Yang Hao and Meng Ran. The twelve of them moved, arranging themselves into a specific formation with Cheng Hong, Yang Hao, and Meng Ran at the lead and Gao Yucheng at the center. In an instant, their auras intertwined.

"Go all out! Don’t give them any openings."

Cheng Hong growled. Though his words were filled with contempt for Yu Changsheng’s group, his actions betrayed no such carelessness. Instantly, the auras of the twelve cultivators linked together. A complex, blood-red Array flared to life beneath their feet, and a terrifying presence began to build.

Their qi, blood, Cultivation, and Magical Power were all poured into it. Amidst the constant weaving and merging, their combined energy changed form, finally condensing into a Blood-colored Profound Bird that blotted out the sun, a hundred zhang long, hovering between heaven and earth.

A monstrous, bloody light spread across the sky as astonishing ripples of power warped the very void. The bodies of the Spirit Dragon Sect disciples and their allies trembled, dissolving into streams of blood-red light that merged with the flesh of the Blood-colored Profound Bird. Instantly, the Profound Bird’s eyes snapped open. A spark of intelligence appeared within them, its entire being suddenly animated as if truly alive—vivid, majestic, and radiating power.

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

The Blood-colored Profound Bird unfurled its wings. With a single beat, they blotted out the sky, casting a vast shadow over the land. It let out a shriek that could shatter stone, a sound that pierced the very clouds.

As it lowered its enormous head, its blood-red eyes gleamed with bloodlust and savagery. Waves of power, equivalent to a cultivator at the Mid-stage of Golden Core, pulsed from its body.

Everyone’s faces fell. Zhao Xiaodong’s complexion, which had just recovered, instantly turned deathly pale once more. Some of the weaker Foundation Establishment disciples collapsed to the ground under the immense pressure, cold sweat pouring down their faces, their will to fight completely broken.

"A Blood-colored Profound Bird? How is that possible?"

Zhao Xiaodong sucked in a sharp breath, staring up at the Blood-colored Profound Bird. His eyes were filled with not only shock, but utter disbelief. He pointed a trembling finger at the creature and stammered incredulously: