Cultivation: From Poor Peasant to Celestial Lord

"Brothers! Hurry and join us!!"

Chem Wangming stared at Chu Bai charging back toward him like a golden War God, then glanced at the devastating silver sword light at his back. Terror seized him. His so-called composure finally shattered, and he let out a nearly ear-splitting shriek.

He knew that if they kept fighting individually, all seventeen of them would be mowed down by these two madmen like weeds!

"Hurry, link up!"

"These two are insane! Take them out!"

Meanwhile, the seven-person squad that had been besieging Ji Li—and was now getting utterly thrashed—instantly grasped the situation.

Who could possibly care about team allegiances now?

Driven by the instinct to survive, the two teams—totaling more than twenty people—displayed surprising coordination. They rapidly converged, trying to form a massive tide to overwhelm the two monsters with sheer numbers.

But would Chu Bai give them a chance to catch their breath and regroup?

"Too late!"

With a cold cry, Chu Bai’s figure moved like a phantom, piercing through layers of magical barriers to appear directly before Chem Wangming.

Countless Fireballs, ice spikes, and wind blades rained down on him as he moved.

But the Golden Armor from his Gold Acceptance Seal, combined with an Evil Qi Shield so dense it was nearly solid, simply deflected every attack—each one powerful enough to kill an ordinary Third-Layer Qi Cultivator.

CLINK! CLANG! CLANG!

After a deafening series of clangs, Chu Bai was completely unscathed!

"Suppress!"

Chu Bai pressed his left hand down. The Essence-Bearing Tripod floating behind him instantly began to rumble.

An invisible Gravity Field instantly radiated out from him, pinning the few nearby students who tried to rush to the rescue. This created a momentary opening for a one-on-one duel.

"You..."

Chem Wangming’s pupils contracted. He was just about to summon a Defensive Dharma Artifact.

"Formless Cloud Hand!"

Chu Bai’s right hand shot forward.

It wasn’t a single punch. In an instant, dozens of overwhelmingly powerful streams of Cloud Fist Intent layered over one another, crashing down like an avalanche!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ferocious assault instantly shattered Chem Wangming’s already faltering Protective Spiritual Light.

He had already expended massive amounts of Spiritual Power during the chase. How could he possibly withstand this full-power explosive strike?

"Aargh—!"

With an indignant cry, Chem Wangming was sent flying several meters. He transformed into a streak of white light in mid-air and was eliminated!

That strike not only took out the temporary alliance’s leader, but also extinguished the last sliver of hope in everyone’s hearts.

Of course, the remaining students weren’t entirely leaderless.

After all, anyone who had made it this far was one of the Daoist School’s elite.

"Kill him! We’ll fight to the death!"

"Don’t let him pick us off one by one!"

Dozens more Magic Techniques flew in from all directions, attempting to overwhelm Chu Bai.

But by now, Chu Bai was in a killing frenzy.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

His figure flashed through the crowd, his footwork profound and unpredictable. With each step wreathed in a Fire Ring, he landed precisely in the blind spots of the Magic Techniques or in the gaps between his enemies.

With Chem Wangming’s elimination, the dense cloud of Evil Qi flowed back into Chu Bai’s body.

The Evil Qi, once blood-red, transformed again, deepening into a foreboding, dark crimson that billowed behind him like a cape of blood.

Furthermore, the overwhelming slaughter had fully activated his Seven Kills Fate Fate Chart!

BOOM!

A brutal, ferocious, and terrifying aura—as if born from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—erupted from Chu Bai.

He was no longer a handsome young man, but a true God of Slaughter walking the earth.

"Die!"

Relying on his tough physique, a Body Cultivator student tried to launch a sneak attack, aiming for the brief opening between Chu Bai’s moves.

But just as he closed in.

Chu Bai whipped his head around.

Golden and blood-red light swirled in his eyes, radiating a cold, brutal tyranny that made one’s very soul tremble.

The Body Cultivator’s spirit reeled as if targeted by an ancient Fierce Beast. A bone-deep fear chilled him to the core, and the Spiritual Power he had just gathered in his fist instantly dissipated.

He lost his nerve.

And that moment of hesitation was the line between life and death.

First step!

Chu Bai took one step, his palm shattering the man’s Heart-Protecting Mirror and blasting him into a streak of white light.

Second step!

He spun, dodging two Flying Swords, and with a backhand flick, sent a Spirit Water Needle through the forehead of another would-be attacker.

Third step!

Flames erupted under his feet as he instantly appeared behind a Magic Cultivator forming hand seals, striking the back of his neck with a sharp chop.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

In the span of three breaths, he had taken three steps.

Three streaks of white light shot skyward.

Three people eliminated in a row!

’This is bad.’

Watching Chu Bai slaughter his way through the crowd as if it were empty, Ji Li had a bad feeling.

’That kid’s gone on a rampage!’

He saw the seven-person squad he’d been targeting converge with the remnants of Chem Wangming’s group. The two sides were rapidly closing ranks, attempting to form a larger, impenetrable formation.

A dense barrage of Magic Techniques, like a wall of despair, constantly obstructed his Flying Sword, trying to slow his pace of elimination.

’Can’t let them group up!’

A cold glint flashed in Ji Li’s eyes. With a soft cry, his white robes began to flutter, though there was no wind.

He stopped holding back, once again unleashing the Sky Stepping Secret Technique that had stunned the entire audience.

HUMMM!

The air trembled. He took a single step, and an invisible staircase seemed to materialize beneath his feet in the empty air.