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Chapter 30 - Chapter 30 Crazy Killing

"It's the Flame! Charge!"

"Out of my way! That flame belongs to me!"

"Hah! Can any of you match my speed? The Flame is mine!"

The moment the strange fire came into view, chaos erupted. Besides the Wei and Sun family forces, a number of minor clans and rogue cultivators had also entered the valley. Now, with the legendary flame within reach, their eyes burned crimson with frenzy, and they surged forward like a tidal wave.

Boom!

A thunderous roar shattered the air as an enormous, savage tiger totem materialized in the sky.

Sun Zhenshan, head of the Sun family, soared into the air and landed in front of the oncoming crowd, halting their advance.

Behind him loomed a colossal black tiger, its fangs bared and claws unsheathed, as though the beast and its master had become one.

A Martial Soul!

This terrifying tiger totem was none other than Sun Zhenshan's own soul manifestation.

"Fools who know not their limits! You think the Flame is something you filthy vermin can lay hands on?"

"Die, all of you!"

As a Martial King, Sun Zhenshan's might was earth-shattering. With a single punch, he unleashed a devastating surge of energy. The dozen cultivators who had raced ahead were obliterated before they could even react—torn asunder in a flash of blood and gore.

"Together! Kill him!"

Someone roared, and in the next instant, a vicious melee erupted.

"Father, look there!" someone from the Sun family shouted.

Three more Martial Soul totems flared to life amid their ranks.

However, these three did not join the general slaughter. Instead, they advanced swiftly toward the floating flame, their intent unmistakable.

"Three Martial Lords from the Sun family—stop them!"

"Push forward! Slay anyone who stands in our way!"

The Wei family troops surged into the fray, blades drawn.

"Your opponent is me, Wei Tianyang!"

Without warning, Sun Zhenshan flew forth, a mighty fist cloaked in boundless might hurtling toward them—but his true target wasn't Wei Tianyang.

It was Wei Yi.

Wei Yi's face paled. He retreated instantly, knowing full well he'd be insane to engage a Martial King head-on.

"You dare harm my son?!"

"You're courting death!"

Wei Tianyang's fury erupted like a volcano. With a roar, he summoned his own Martial Soul—an enormous shadow of a black bear rising behind him.

At the same time, he drew his weapon: a dark-golden staff as tall as a man. With a thunderous swing, he shattered Sun Zhenshan's attack and sent a massive shockwave barreling back toward him.

The Wei family's three Grand Elders joined the fray, their Martial Souls blazing to life as they intercepted the Sun family's Martial Lords.

The entire valley descended into chaos.

"All units, advance with me!"

Seizing the moment, Wei Yi stepped up and took command. As the Wei family's heir, none disputed his authority.

Over a hundred Wei warriors remained, including twenty Grand Martial Masters—a force still formidable by any measure.

Under Wei Yi's leadership, they charged directly toward the strange flame.

The objective was clear: seize the flame. Everything else could wait.

Any foe who dared bar their path was mercilessly cut down.

"Die!"

Wei Yi's eyes were ice-cold, his grip tight around his Qinggang Sword as he unleashed strike after strike of the Thirteen Deathblades.

Though not particularly complex, the Thirteen Deathblades was ruthless, swift, and precise—a true killing technique. Most martial artists couldn't withstand even a single stroke.

Even Grand Martial Masters, caught unprepared in the chaos, were decapitated in an instant—heads flying as blood mist filled the air.

Bathed in gore, Wei Yi resembled a death god risen from the abyss. One man. One sword. Unstoppable.

"Stop them!"

Sun Wenzong gritted his teeth and led the Sun forces to intercept.

Wei Yi raised his hand.

At once, the Wei warriors understood. Led by the Grand Martial Masters, they surged forward without fear to engage the enemy.

Wei Yi did not hesitate. Activating his max-level Blackwater Step, his figure became a blur, vanishing and reappearing like a phantom as he slipped through the chaos—his sword aimed directly at Sun Wenzong.

"Die!"

Wei Yi's gaze brimmed with killing intent. He had no desire to spare this man. There was but one goal in his heart—to send him to the grave.

Energy surged within his dantian. The Qinggang Sword flashed like lightning, stabbing straight for Sun Wenzong's throat.

So fast—it defied the eye.

Sun Wenzong's face turned ashen.

He had only just broken through to Martial Master level. Compared to Wei Yi, the gap was insurmountable—this strike, he could not survive.

"Retreat!"

Panicking, Sun Wenzong stumbled backward.

But the Qinggang Sword clung to him like a shadow to flame.

Terrified, Sun Wenzong's eyes flashed with cruelty. He suddenly grabbed his younger brother, Sun Wenyuan, and shoved him into Wei Yi's path.

"Brother, you—!"

Sun Wenyuan's eyes widened in disbelief.

Wei Yi showed no mercy. Whether Sun Wenzong or Sun Wenyuan, they were both marked for death. The sword pierced cleanly through Sun Wenyuan's chest.

"No!!!"

Sun Wenyuan's eyes brimmed with hatred and sorrow—not for the one who slew him, but for the brother who betrayed him.

He had never imagined that the man who once treated him with such warmth would offer him up as a shield.

Sun Wenzong felt a flicker of guilt, but it was quickly buried beneath desperation. He staggered back several steps, retreating into the protective circle of Sun warriors.

"Wei Yi murdered my brother! From this moment, he is the Sun family's mortal enemy! Whoever slays him shall have anything he desires—I give my word!"

Sun Wenzong's declaration sent a ripple through the ranks. The Sun warriors were stirred—even the Grand Martial Masters shifted toward Wei Yi.

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen men encircled him.

"If you insist on courting death, I shall grant your wish."

"Bloodline power—awaken!"

A fierce gleam flashed in Wei Yi's eyes. Instead of fleeing, he unleashed his bloodline's might.

The Silver-tier bloodline dwarfed the Bronze-tier he once had. Coupled with his own strength as an eighth-tier Martial Master, his power instantly surged to match that of a Grand Martial Master.

"Die!"

Wei Yi danced through the melee, his Qinggang Sword a blur of cold steel. Within moments, several Sun warriors lay dead at his feet.

Dazzling sword-light. Frigid killing intent. Not even Grand Martial Masters could hold him back.

He wasn't just powerful—he was unstoppable.

His footwork rendered him untouchable, and his swordsmanship tore through enemies like a reaper harvesting souls. One by one, the Sun warriors fell.

System notifications rang in his mind.

Experience points soared.

Ding! Player Wei Yi has reached max EXP for Tier Eight Martial Master. Advancing to Tier Nine!

In an instant, his strength returned to its peak.

No—he was stronger than ever.

A ninth-tier Martial Master!

Growing stronger through battle, fiercer with every kill.

Though the Sun family had come with over a hundred elite warriors, they were crumbling under the weight of Wei Yi's slaughter.

Sun Wenzong was stunned. He had known Wei Yi was strong—but not like this.

Even with overwhelming numbers, including Grand Martial Masters, they couldn't bring him down.

Terror gripped his heart. He staggered backward, desperate to escape, wishing he could vanish into the earth.

But Wei Yi had already fixed his gaze upon him.

"Sun Wenzong, come claim your death!"

With a thunderous step, Wei Yi closed the distance. His Qinggang Sword flashed with a speed and ferocity far surpassing what it had moments before.

Sun Wenzong's face turned deathly pale.

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