Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

On the Flying Boat, everyone was able to see everything very, very clearly.

True Sage Puyi was on the outer layer of the encirclement, and his other duty was monitoring the movements of the Flying Boat. No one had expected Meng Yu to infiltrate, then start accelerating from two miles away. The winds followed the tiger, and the clouds followed the dragon. From a kilometer away, he unleashed the power of the wind, and then his momentum kept building and rising. In sync with his speed, he charged directly towards the Golden Core of Eternal Night Palace.

This sword was wind, and when it arrived in front of True Sage Puyi, it turned to fire and some technique akin to the sun.

This simple sword had already surpassed the level of Foundation Establishment and could battle with a Golden Core. Just as everyone thought Meng Yu would continue to layer this state, the next moment, it was water, it was earth!

The four forces emerged one after another. Before one had dissolved, the next had already appeared, followed by a thunderous boom akin to a clap of thunder.

The sound was loud, but very muffled. A darker color appeared beside True Sage Puyi, suddenly expanded ten zhang, then abruptly contracted inward to an extremely dark point!

This explosion was not outward but rapidly concentrated inwards as if a singularity was absorbing everything, compressing it within, then shattering it!

Trapped within was True Sage Puyi, who was a fraction slow to react. The next moment, he disappeared within the singularity. Afterward, everyone saw a pillar of light soaring into the sky—the demise of a Golden Core.

Just three swords, and in the blink of an eye, Meng Yu had slain a Golden Core Cultivator from Eternal Night Palace!

Of course, True Sage Puyi had only achieved his Golden Core recently. He should not have been so defensive. Meng Yu's techniques were too peculiar, and he was additionally distracted by concerns of an attack from the direction of the Flying Boat, among other things. But still, a loss was a loss. A Foundation Builder had slain a Golden Core in front of everyone!

"Chaos!"

Someone clenched their fists tightly.

The grand Dao of the Cultivation World is theoretically understood by all.

For instance, the Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Light or the Big Dipper Heavenly Gang Seven Stars Sword... The former could be executed by five different Golden Core Cultivators working together, or by one genius who has cultivated each to perfection and then combined them. The latter requires seven equally formidable Flying Swords to form a Sword Array, naturally unbeatable in martial combat.

But theory is theory, reality is reality. How could someone cultivate like that?

Yet what did everyone see now?
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The Four Great Sword Intents, Earth, Fire, Water, Wind—everything being empty, re-opening the heavens and earth!

This was supposed to be a Sword Array that required four people working together, but it was executed by just one person!

Even True Sage Puyi's Foundation Building disciples who were not far away hadn't had the time to react before witnessing their master's death!

They were so terrified that their souls nearly left their bodies, and they fled with utmost speed towards the distance.

…

Meng Yu stood silently in place, motionless, not pursuing the escaping Foundation Building disciples.

It wasn't that he didn't want to chase them, but the exchange had drained most of the spiritual energy in his body. Moreover, he was recalling the scenes of the battle.

"There were issues with the transition to the second sword."

"The third sword, using the Golden Sand Divine Sword to trigger the explosion, posed even greater problems. That Golden Core Master had countless ways to avoid it!"

"Your 'everything being empty' is far from perfect. At the twenty-third sword, the transition should have been like this…"

"Shocking Spirit Stab is good. The instant he was about to dodge, you gave him a fierce blow, slowing his action for a moment, which was the key to victory!"

Mirror Twelve was within his Divine Soul, analyzing the details of the battle. While he didn't understand 'everything being empty,' he had seen similar Formations in the Immortal Sect. Also, six thousand years of accumulation allowed him to point out the issues in Meng Yu's combat.

"Good."

Meng Yu stood still, his Divine Sense operating intensely. In battles with others within the Immortal Sect, he would never have used the state of 'everything being empty' to annihilate his opponents. But now, enemies like Golden Core Masters, who were much more powerful than he was and could be freely slaughtered, were the best targets.

At the same time, a Superior Spirit Stone in his hand, along with the relentless infusion of spiritual energy from Mirror Twelve into his body, helped him recover his spent energy quickly.

In life-and-death moments, there lies great terror as well as great opportunities.

…

"Why isn't he escaping now?"

On the Flying Boat, a junior, having witnessed Meng Yu's glorious strike, felt nothing but shock. However, seeing Meng Yu just standing there stationary, she couldn't help but voice her question.

The pillar of light from the death of the Golden Core rose to the sky, visible for hundreds of miles around.

Her grandfather was a Golden Core, and in her understanding, Golden Cores were supreme beings whose mere words could change the heavens and the earth. Now, Meng Yu had defeated a Golden Core, but there were still seven other Golden Cores—what if they ganged up on him? Shouldn't he flee right after winning?

"I think, maybe he's seriously injured, after all, just now…"

Another junior was about to discuss something when a voice interrupted.

"Shut up, the next one to speak another word, go to your death," barked a temperamental Golden Core, because everyone was intently watching the vital energy fluctuations around Meng Yu.

Green winds, golden sands, red flames, green waters—the spiritual energies were leaping non-stop, forming a beautiful tapestry.

Meng Yu was not injured; he was reviewing the recent battle! He was even waiting at a distance.

Suddenly, everyone remembered a possibility—why had Meng Yu not used two Sword Intents before, why was his speed so fast?

Because a woman would only slow down the speed of my sword-drawing, always, it was Meng Yu who protected Hua Miaochai!

Just then, two figures appeared on the horizon.

It was another Golden Core from Eternal Night Palace, accompanying an escaped Foundation Builder, arriving at the scene. He had assumed that Meng Yu would have long since fled, but to his surprise, Meng Yu was still there!

"Be careful, uncle-master, Meng Yu is proficient in four Sword Intents and can even combine them for use!" the Foundation Building Cultivator reported on the recent battle as Meng Yu just quietly observed the Golden Core arriving.

Unlike the newly achieved Golden Core True Sage of the common benefit, this Golden Core Cultivator appeared ordinary and had a head of white hair, long limbs, and his eyes were filled with a fierce killing intent.

"I didn't expect you to still be here..."

Hong Yunzi placed his hand on the longsword, watching Meng Yu, who floated in the air above.

"Well, surely you can't expect me not to strike back? I'm very upset that your people actually threatened me."

Meng Yu's voice was equally confrontational.

The next moment, the battle began.

...

On the flying boat, whether they were Golden Core or Foundation Building cultivators, each one's eyes widened as they watched the battle unfold.

Hong Yunzi was one of the most outstanding swordsmen of the Eternal Night Palace, his swordsmanship of such height that he was invincible among his peers in his day.

"Didn't Meng Yu's three swords just now consume more than half of his spiritual power?"

"More than that. Charging from a kilometer away and delivering three consecutive swords in a mere instant, his burst of speed is a tremendous waste of spiritual power. A normal Golden Core would use up half; it's impressive that he can even move now!"

"Also, Hong Yunzi is ready to unleash an attack; his advantage is even clearer. Meng Yu's 'Four Great Emptiness' is a deadly move, but it's been seen, so Hong Yunzi will definitely not stay in place to die!"

"It's unfair, really unfair, everyone, I want to help him in a while,"

Yuan Ziyu suddenly bit her lip, making up her mind.

She understood clearly what she had missed.

"No, don't interfere. If you join in, you might implicate Meng Yu. His depth is impenetrable to me,"

One of the six Golden Core cultivators, the one with the highest cultivation, took a deep breath.

"Trust him, try to get in touch with him. The Sky-splitting Sword Sect may have lost, but that doesn't mean the inheritance has ended. You can still make a comeback completely."

The Golden Core cultivator held a red longbow in his hands.

He gazed at the battlefield, his eyes gleaming sharply.

He had never seen a true Divinity Transformation, but in Meng Yu, he saw a talent that outshone even himself.

...

Meanwhile, on the battlefield.

"Your sword is weak and powerless!"

"Your 'Four Great Emptiness' can't be executed instantly; instead, it requires several preparatory moves!"

"What kind of crappy swordsmanship is this? Your talent should follow a focused path!"

Hong Yunzi was at the second layer of the Golden Core, but he was much stronger than the True Sage of the common benefit.

As a Sword Cultivator, his combat power and the concept of power were completely different from the True Sage's. The Black Sun Godblade could be summoned or retracted in an instant, and he also cultivated several different types of swordsmanship. His accumulation of spiritual energy far exceeded Meng Yu's, and no matter how clever Meng Yu's moves, they couldn't face him head-on!

Anyone who diligently cultivates several sword techniques to the Golden Core stage would achieve an otherworldly understanding on that path.

He even had the leisure to mock Meng Yu, constantly provoking him.

Yet, to the watching Golden Core cultivators, the only thought was, you, a middle-stage Golden Core, are fighting a sixth-layer Foundation Building expert using an ordinary longsword, and you have the face to say this?

Sword light crisscrossed, and Meng Yu's response was actually very dignified.

"Right, right, right!"

"Good, good, good!"

"Thanks for the advice!"

Meng Yu didn't argue back with a single word. If you can win, then win; if you can't beat it, you lose. To meet such an opponent was a delight for him!

Fighting a powerful enemy, you discover where your weaknesses lie.

This was a tough nut to crack! His 'Four Great Emptiness' sword technique he couldn't bring to bear: every time he tried to use it, the opponent would either preemptively disrupt it or happen to deviate from the center of the attack—thus, if he managed to execute it, right after his strongest moment would come his weakest, and then it would be his opponent's turn to finish him off!

But this was good!

'Four Great Emptiness' might be his trump card, but it didn't mean he lacked other sword techniques. Whether it was the combination of Wind and Fire, the intermingling of Water and Fire, the envelopment of Wind and Sand, or the Misty Rain Veil, he alternated between two different Sword Intents and combined them into various moves.

Whether it was the 'Lone Smoke of the Desert' or the 'Whirlwind Flame Sword'… these sword techniques became smoother with each use, especially under the pressure of life and death—he was incredibly grateful!

The strongest sword technique wasn't always the most effective. The battle with Hong Yunzi thrilled him.

"There's another enemy coming; time to run,"

The next moment, Mirror Twelve issued a warning.

At this moment, however, Hong Yunzi threw caution to the wind, standing in front of Meng Yu. His companions had arrived; if he could just hold Meng Yu off for twenty moves, Meng Yu wouldn't be able to escape.

Meng Yu fought with equal desperation. The Sword Intents of Wind, Fire, and Water fused into one, Water and Fire stimulating each other, Wind sweeping away the remnants. Nine parts strong Fire and one part weak Water formed an abnormal arc, carried by the Wind like a curved hook, striking eerily in a sweep.

Under the lingering crescent moon, the hook of a curtain falls!