Lu Yun roared and, with a wave of his sleeve, unleashed a flash of pristine white sword light.
He stared at the crumbling Signal Tower, a mix of shock and suspicion in his eyes, sensing that something was wrong.
’Such a perfect opportunity for an ambush, yet not a single person on our side was injured?’
Before he could think it through, the group of enemy cultivators was already closing in from behind, unhurried.
Many of the Chen Family disciples instinctively shot back dozens of yards, retreating away from the pass.
"Wait, something’s wrong! Don’t touch that thing!"
Seeing the group circle them without attacking, Lu Yun’s suspicion deepened, and he instinctively shouted a warning.
However, the moment the words left his mouth, he saw that a junior brother had already crushed a Child Stone and was now looking at him in bewilderment.
"You... All of you, get back here! Scatter and flee into the pass, not outside!" ree
Lu Yun’s chest tightened. His already dark red face grew several shades darker.
’This isn’t Breaking Through at all! It’s clearly a trap set by the Great Shun Dynasty to lure out Senior Brother Lin!’
But his junior brothers were inexperienced and had low Cultivation. How could they see through the deception?
Caught in the sudden ambush, their formation shattered.
They were herded outside like sheep by the Zhao Family disciples, who had planned this all along.
They were already far from the Border Region, and even though Lu Yun’s shouts quickly brought them to their senses, they no longer had any chance to charge back.
"Sigh!"
Left with no other choice, Lu Yun could only unleash his Sword Qi to force back the enemy cultivators and cover his junior brothers’ retreat.
Soon, the group was far from Yongzhou Pass.
They found themselves in a wide, open area.
Beneath the dim moonlight.
Several cultivators from the Great Shun Dynasty emerged, strolling out unhurriedly. They stood there with smiles on their faces.
There were only four of them in total.
But when the Chen Family disciples saw the shimmering, dark Magical Robes they wore and the Tiger-shaped Jade Pendants hanging from their waists, terror filled their eyes.
"Run! They’re not Trial Disciples!"
Before the disciples could even catch their breath, they instinctively tried to use the Light Body Technique to flee in the other direction.
But as soon as they turned, four more figures appeared in their line of sight.
They wore identical Magical Robes, with Jade Tokens also hanging from their waists. Their immense Spiritual Power was so overwhelming it nearly suffocated the disciples.
"It’s over."
One Chen Family disciple’s eyes went wide. His body went limp, and he stumbled backward.
Yongzhou Pass was located on the border between two nations, a place mutually agreed upon as a trial ground.
But even those who completed the five-year trial could never possess such profound strength.
The people facing them were clearly World Traveler Disciples, much like Fan Qingyang—cultivators who had already obtained their Jade Tokens and served under adult Immortal Descendants.
Any single one of them could have easily annihilated their entire group of Trial Disciples.
"Where’s Senior Brother Lin? Why isn’t Senior Brother Lin here yet?!"
The disciple who had crushed the Child Stone earlier spoke with a trembling voice, his fingertips, which had been forming a Formula, going slack in his daze.
For beings like the ones before them, passing the trial at the pass had long since lost all meaning.
They had come in a group, clearly for some other purpose.
Lu Yun stared intently at the ground, then suddenly snapped his gaze toward the Zhao Family disciples wearing Jade Tokens.
His eyes fell to their feet, where he saw countless Blood Spirit Stones arranged in a complex pattern.
It had been laid out for at least three days, absorbing the free-flowing Spiritual Qi from the heavens and earth, and had long since formed a massive Array that covered an area hundreds of yards wide!
An Array of this scale was never meant for dealing with ordinary disciples.
Not even a Mountain Master Disciple who had achieved Dao Essence Foundation Establishment would warrant such a measure.
It was typically used to trap a Demon General, aiding a senior in its execution.
"Senior Brother Lin! Come out!" The same junior brother noticed the Array on the ground. His composure shattered, and he shrieked into the surroundings.
It was obvious these people were after Lin Shu. The rest of them had just been caught in the crossfire.
However, the only response he received was a vicious slap.
SMACK!
Lu Yun’s breathing was ragged. He knocked the disciple to the ground with a backhand, his own palm trembling with rage as he snarled in a low voice:
"You want the merits, you want to take the Crimson Heart Pill! If it weren’t for Lin Shu, you would’ve been a corpse half a month ago! I’m not asking you to repay his kindness, but at least have a conscience!"
’If we had just fled into the pass from the start, we never would have ended up like this.’
’Now we’ve walked into a trap, and he’s still shouting for him, as if afraid the enemy cultivators’ plot won’t succeed.’
’He knows these people came prepared, that they’ve even set up a formation capable of dealing with a Core Formation Cultivator.’
’Is his own death not enough? Does he have to drag Lin Shu down to die here with him before he’s satisfied?!’
"Senior Brother, I... I was just scared... I didn’t mean to harm Senior Brother Lin."
After taking the harsh slap, the disciple’s eyes glazed over. He finally came to his senses, his face filled with shame.
"If any of you still consider yourselves cultivators, then channel your Spiritual Power and charge with me! If we die, we have only our own lack of skill to blame! Don’t drag anyone else into this!"
Lu Yun unleashed his sword light once again.
He knew, of course, that they had become bait and had no chance of survival.
But they were already in a death trap. What was the use of crying and wailing?
With a low roar, he shot forward. The pristine white sword light raged as his Dao Foundation trembled. From the very first move, he fought as if his life depended on it!
"Senior Brother Lü... Pfft."
A female disciple from the Zhao Family pressed her lips together, trying her best to remain composed, but her shoulders trembled slightly, and in the end, she couldn’t suppress a quiet laugh.
To her, Lu Yun’s desperate, life-or-death attack seemed as comical as a jester’s performance.
The corners of Lü Songting’s mouth curved up slightly. He watched quietly, not even bothering to lift a finger.
Just as expected.
Lu Yun’s soaring figure inexplicably slammed into an invisible curtain of light.
The raging sword light from his palm was reflected, pouring back entirely upon himself.
"Puh!"
Lu Yun fell like a broken sack, spitting out a mouthful of coppery-tasting blood.
How could a mere Mid-stage Jade Liquid Cultivator like him ever hope to break a great Array formed from so many Blood Spirit Stones?
Even if he swung his sword with all his might, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a great tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

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