“My staff isn’t bad either!” The moment the words left his mouth— he charged forward again.
At that moment, the ones truly suffering were the black-clad men.
When they had first seen Xuanyuan Jingchuan and the others stop running and turn around to fight, they had actually been pleased.
Very pleased.
In their eyes, these boys were practically delivering themselves to death.
After all— how old could they possibly be?
Just a few teenage brats.
Even if their backgrounds were extraordinary, how powerful could they really be?
The assassins had the advantage in numbers.
And every single one of them was far from ordinary.
They had originally been worried that the boys would continue fleeing and make the mission more troublesome.
But now?
They had stopped by themselves.
Wasn’t that the same as courting death?
At first, many of the black-clad men had secretly rejoiced.
This mission— was practically guaranteed.
Unfortunately— the moment Xuanyuan Jingchuan and Xuanyuan Weichuan drew their weapons, they began to regret everything.
And not just a little.
They regretted it so badly they could practically feel their intestines turning green.
First, there was the green-robed brat.
He looked careless.
He talked nonsense.
And when he fought, he moved like some kind of monkey spirit.
His movements were absurdly fast.
One second, he was right in front of them.
The next— he was gone.
By the time they reacted, he had already slipped behind them.
They turned to chase him.
He darted through the gap between several people like a slippery loach.
And that iron staff in his hands was definitely not for decoration.
One strike— their heads rang.
Two strikes— stars filled their vision.
Three strikes— they could barely remember what their own mothers looked like.
What made it even more infuriating wasn’t getting hit.
It was that— they couldn’t hit him back!
A whole group of black-clad men was being spun in circles by Xuanyuan Weichuan.
They clearly had the overwhelming numerical advantage, yet none of them could get their hands on him.
Several of them were practically going mad with rage.
What kind of ridiculous movement technique was this?!
Was this little brat actually a monkey spirit in human form?!
But compared with Xuanyuan Weichuan, the one who truly made them feel fear— was still the blue-robed youth.
Xuanyuan Jingchuan.
From the moment they truly exchanged blows, the assassins discovered something terrifying.
They couldn’t see through his cultivation.
At all.
He looked only around sixteen years old.
Yet when he stood there, an invisible pressure seemed to surround him.
And when he held his spear— that pressure became even stronger.
Steady.
Sharp.
Oppressive.
Even looking at him directly made some of them uneasy.
More terrifying still— every one of his attacks was clean and decisive.
Not a single unnecessary movement.
Every time his spear struck— someone fell.
One.
Two.
Three…
In only a short span of time, a considerable number of black-clad men had already gone down beneath his spear.
And these assassins— weren’t some ordinary cannon fodder.
Every single one of them had already reached— the peak of the Earth Rank!
Outside this place, any one of them would have been considered far from weak.
And yet now?
The result?
Before Xuanyuan Jingchuan, the black-clad assassins were practically no different from grass waiting to be cut down.
One sweep of his spear— and several figures were sent flying at once.
Another flash of cold steel— and another group collapsed.
Blood sprayed across the flower field, staining the once-brilliant petals crimson.
In the blink of an eye, the beautiful sea of flowers had been transformed into something resembling a blood-soaked hell.
Only now did the assassins finally realize the horrifying truth.
They hadn’t simply kicked an iron plate today.
They had run straight into— two living Kings of Hell!
Another group of black-clad men crashed to the ground, bodies scattered throughout the bloodstained flowers.
For the first time since the battle began, the flower field fell briefly silent.
Xuanyuan Jingchuan immediately seized the opportunity.
His eyes sharpened.
He reached out and grabbed his younger brother.
“Go!” Xuanyuan Weichuan didn’t need to be told twice.
The two brothers moved almost simultaneously.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, they shot away from the battlefield, leaving behind only two fleeting afterimages.
They had no intention of wasting any more time on the remaining assassins.
Their priority now was Youqin Jingheng.
The brothers raced through the forest at full speed.
Branches blurred past them.
Leaves trembled violently in their wake, and the sound of their robes snapping in the wind echoed between the trees.
They didn’t stop until they reached a secluded clearing hidden deep within the forest.
Only then did Xuanyuan Jingchuan slow down.
He glanced around quickly to make sure there was no immediate danger before reaching into his robes.
A moment later, he pulled out a small, circular disk.
The disk was pure white, almost like polished jade.
At first glance, it looked simple.
Yet the moment it appeared, faint spiritual light began flowing across its surface.
Intricate runes flickered around the center, appearing and disappearing like stars scattered across a miniature galaxy.
But the most eye-catching thing wasn’t the runes.
It was a tiny red dot.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
The red dot pulsed steadily on the surface of the disk.
And it was moving— toward the northeast.
Xuanyuan Weichuan immediately leaned over.
The moment he saw the red dot, his eyes lit up.
“Brother!” He pointed excitedly at the disk.
“Little Cousin is over there!” Xuanyuan Jingchuan had obviously noticed it as well.
His gaze remained fixed on the moving red dot.
It was still there.
Still flashing.
Still moving.
That meant Youqin Jingheng was safe enough for the tracking mark to remain active.
The tension in Xuanyuan Jingchuan’s expression eased slightly.
At least they hadn’t lost him.
If Yuchi Mengxing had been standing there at that moment, however— she probably would have stared at the disk until her jaw hit the ground.
Because there was only one thing she would have thought.
Holy crap.
Isn’t this basically a cultivation-world radar?!
A glowing screen.
A moving red dot.
And it could even point them directly toward the person they were looking for.
What else was she supposed to call it?
Who invented this thing?!
Since when did the cultivation world have this kind of high-tech equipment?!
Unfortunately, Yuchi Mengxing wasn’t there to witness this miraculous piece of “cultivation technology.” The Xuanyuan brothers, on the other hand, clearly considered it perfectly normal.
With the red dot showing them the way, they finally had a definite direction.
Xuanyuan Jingchuan watched it for another moment.
Northeast.
There was no mistake.
He closed his fingers around the disk and put it away.
His expression sharpened once more.
“Let’s go.” The words had barely left his mouth when he stepped forward.
His foot touched the ground— and his figure shot ahead like an arrow released from a bow.
Xuanyuan Weichuan immediately followed.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The two brothers sped through the forest, moving so quickly that their robes snapped violently in the rushing wind.
Their figures flickered between the trees, appearing for only a brief instant before vanishing again.
From a distance, they looked almost like two streaks of light tearing through the forest.
They didn’t slow down.
They didn’t stop.
Guided by the tiny red dot on the mysterious white disk, the two brothers raced northeast without hesitation.
Following the direction of Youqin Jingheng’s tracking signal— straight toward the place where Yuchi Mengxing and Youqin Jingheng had disappeared.