Chapter 685: Thunderclap Technique

pse's waist, retrieving a small pouch, then tossed the body aside.The two stared at each other, their eyes wide as they watched the body burn to ash. A twitch played at the corners of their mouths in...An unexpected visitor was speeding towards them.

These people made no secret of their intentions, openly charging towards them. Qin Sang and the others couldn't help but be surprised. But now that the arrow was on the string, they had to let it fly.

Within the frigid confines, a biting wind howled with full force. The icy air, sharp as blades, relentlessly attacked and tormented the Qilin dragon.

The Kuilong's armor of scales, its Lei Yi, was now tattered and broken. Its roars lacked the power they once held, suppressed by the cold and the Blood Sword. It tried several times to rise, but failed, only incurring new wounds.

The young man surnamed Fang urged repeatedly, and everyone agreed. They had to severely wound the qilin before the uninvited guests arrived, so they wouldn't be caught in a situation where they were besieged by cultivators and monsters, allowing them to focus on dealing with them.

The frigid wind howled, whipped to its limits by the chilling gusts. Columns of frost condensed inwards and slowly pressed down. The ghastly white mass seemed as heavy as a thousand jun, pinning the Qilin Dragon to the ground, unable to rise.

The rainstorm hit this place, instantly freezing into ice. The ground around was already covered in ice shards.

The Qilin was wailing, its cries mixing with the thunder and echoing far away. The cultivators who rushed to the scene upon hearing the Qilin's roar felt their hearts pierce like daggers.

The gale whipped up waves that towered a thousand feet high.

The downpour was torrential.

Thor hides deep within the dark clouds, drumming to rally the troops for battle.

Those cultivators braved the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, flying with all their might. Finally, they were almost there, and saw the Qilong trapped within the great formation.

Once a majestic spirit beast, now it is pitifully wretched.

The cold formed shackles, pressing it down to the ground. It curled up into a ball, enduring the attacks.

Its scales were falling off, flesh and blood blurred, blood staining the mud and ice. There were sword marks and whip marks all over its head and body, its breath weaker than ever before.

The Qilin roared, its voice rough and hoarse. It saw familiar faces approaching, hope ignited in its eyes, struggling with all its might.

"Stop!"

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“Let go of it!”

"Die!"

Seeing this scene, these cultivators' eyes bulged with rage, roaring incessantly, and ordering Qin Sang and the others to release Qilin.

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This was the most critical moment, and Qin Sang and the others naturally wouldn't pay any attention. They ignored the cries of these people and continued to attack Kui Long, seizing the opportunity.

The young man with the surname Fang looked in the direction of the newcomer, his eyes flashed, and he stepped forward, waving his hand to condense rain into a hundred-zhang water sword, pointing it at the other party and shouting a warning: "We are here to hunt demons. Those who are idle should stay back! Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"

"You dare!"

The newcomer flew into a rage, "A qilin isn't a monster, it's my sect's spirit beast! You killed our sect's spirit beast without reason and dare to threaten us Too arrogant!"

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Spirit beast

Upon hearing this, Qin Sang and the others were all taken aback, looking over in astonishment.

It's rare to see a spirit beast as powerful as the Qilin. Not many cultivators can subdue them. Looking at these people's exasperated expressions, could they really be the ones who raised this mountain-guarding spirit beast

A young man surnamed Fang sneered, "You say that the Qilin Dragon is your spirit beast Really This area is known for its poor spiritual energy. Where did a sect like yours come from This demon devours thunder and exhales mist, causing havoc and repeatedly attacking passing merchant caravans. Such an evil demon should be eradicated by everyone, yet no one has ever come to control it! Your sweet talk is nothing but greed for the Qilin Dragon's spiritual materials. Don't try to deceive me, just kill it!"

But the last sentence was addressed to Qin Sang and them.

Qin Sang and the others were deeply suspicious, unsure who was telling the truth and who was lying.

However, the young man surnamed Fang makes a lot of sense. These people would do anything to get their hands on the treasure. It's perfectly normal for them to disguise themselves as the masters of monsters and beasts.

Although it may seem like they are genuinely angry, it's likely just an act.

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The treasures on Qilin's body were enough to tempt these people into taking risks.

The situation is unclear.

But they spent so much effort hunting down the Qilong, it's impossible to just let them go.

"Pass gas!"

The other party was about to go crazy and shouted, “After my master subdued the Qilin, it has always been docile and never taken the initiative to harm anyone…”

The insults apparently had no effect.

The wind howled fiercely, the cold grew deeper and deeper. Even in the midst of this bitter cold, Kui Long could only prostrate himself on the ground, his mournful cries barely a whisper in the night.

"You are looking for death!"

As the approaching figure drew closer, they could clearly see the Qilin Dragon, enraged to its core. The leader, a man in green robes, was utterly incensed by the sight of the Qilin Dragon's suffering. His eyes burned with fury as he roared, "Strike with the Thunder Technique!"

His fellow disciples couldn't hold back any longer. During their flight, figures darted around the man in blue robes, changing rapidly before suddenly coming to a halt.

This action was unexpected.

The young man with the surname Fang's eyes flickered, secretly mobilizing his true essence with all his might. He held a talisman in his hand but remained silent.

Qin Sang looked away at the group of people, discovering they were suspended in mid-air, sitting cross-legged beneath a dark cloud. Their hands were clasped in strange hand gestures, pointing upwards.

He felt a strange unease in his heart and couldn't help but frown slightly.

The opponent was not a cultivator of exceptional strength. There was only one middle-aged man who had reached the late stage of forming pills, and his power was inferior to theirs. Moreover, they controlled the Heavenly Cold and Fierce Wind Array. As long as they eliminated the Qilin Dragon, they could fully activate the spiritual array to fight against their enemies.

The might of the Heaven-Chilling Gale Array was proven in its battle against the Qilin Dragon. Even with any means at their disposal, it is unlikely that the opponent would be stronger than the Heaven-Chilling Gale Array.

Qin Sang's mind flashed with this thought, before he could react, a sudden inexplicable fear enveloped his whole body, and the source was the dark cloud above their heads.

Qin Sang was startled and looked up suddenly. He saw clouds churning in the sky, a silvery white light that was extremely dazzling, gathering into a huge mass of thunder at some point!

"Oh no!"

Qin Sang was greatly shocked and dismayed.

The fluctuations of this thunderous power were extremely terrifying. What kind of background did these people have It's unclear whether they were using Taoism or formations, but in the blink of an eye, they condensed such terrifying power.

Above the small island, countless lightning bolts were like snakes, being drawn to this place as if by some unseen force.

A gigantic ball of lightning formed at an astonishing rate, its terrifying energy suddenly erupting.

In Qin Sang's gaze, the dazzling lightning suddenly began to expand and pour down.

All changes occur within extremely short periods of time.

The others were also full of astonishment, no one had expected the other party to have such terrifying means. At this time, they had nowhere to hide. Someone cried out in desperation: "Quickly! Use cold air to block it!"

All the people understood his intention.

They five were all focused on the spiritual formation, now it was too late to use other means. The lightning came too quickly and with too much power.

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Only by summoning the frigid air of a blizzard could they possibly withstand the lightning and buy themselves some time.

As for the Kui Dragon, which was trapped by cold air, it can no longer be taken care of now.

"Rise!"

Chu Heng roared, and everyone cooperated to activate another transformation of the Heavenly Frost Wind Gale Formation. The cold air reversed and surged upward against the current.

In an instant, lightning and cold air converged.

The aftermath swept out instantly, the first to be struck by the shockwave were the crowd. A gust of wind and rain swayed them.ur provided text:Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!His future was uncertain, and there were many urgent things he needed to do. He estimated that once he left, he would...