Journey of True Cultivation-Chapter 81: The Fall of the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe

The world had turned red.

The clash of weapons echoed endlessly, the final cries of the fallen fading into the blood soaked air. Anger burned in the eyes of the living, fueled by the deaths of their friends.

Body parts flew through the battlefield, scattered across the ground like fallen leaves and Yuan stood right in the middle of this hellish scene.

His spiritual blood surged relentlessly, circulating with power. His gaze remained sharp, indifferent, and focused on the chaos around him. In the midst of the carnage, his black azure eyes glowed faintly, shining with a cold azure light.

Two men dashed toward him, one middle aged, the other old. Both were drenched in blood, their robes torn and shredded from the fighting.

Seeing them, Yuan's expression didn't change. He remained completely unfazed by the cold, angry looks in the eyes of the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe cultivators.

His sword was already in hand.

With a single step forward, he clashed against the old man. The elder tried desperately to hold Yuan back, hoping to buy time for the middle aged man to strike. But Yuan easily overpowered him, slicing cleanly through the old man's body in one smooth, merciless stroke.

The elder died instantly.

"HOW DARE YOU!" roared the middle aged man, fury twisting his bloodstained face.

But Yuan said nothing.

In a flash, he moved. One clean slash and the man's head flew from his shoulders, his body collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

Both of them had only reached the Mortal Awakened Stage. Too weak. They hadn't even posed a challenge. Yuan had cut them down effortlessly, as if swatting away insects.

But as their bodies fell, another enemy was already rushing toward him.

This time, it was a young man standing before him, surrounded by the fallen bodies of Outer Sect disciples, their blood pooling beneath him, forming a small crimson lake. The young man's eyes locked onto Yuan, and without hesitation, he dashed straight toward him.

"A Peak Layer Blood Purification Stage cultivator," Yuan immediately assessed the young man's cultivation level. But even at the peak of Blood Purification, he was nothing before Yuan.

With a single step forward and two swift slashes, the young man fell, his body collapsing next to the middle-aged man and the elder Yuan had slain just moments before.

Without wasting a breath, Yuan's sharp gaze swept the battlefield. His focus was on finding Li Yun, he knew that staying near the Team Leader and assisting him in taking down the stronger cultivators of the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe would be their best chance.

It didn't take long to locate him.

Yuan spotted Li Yun fighting alongside one of the small team leaders, Yan Lao. The two were surrounded by a large group of Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe members.

They still had a few Ashes ranked Inner Sect disciples and many Outer Sect disciples holding the line, but the pressure from the enemy's numbers was clearly mounting.

As Yuan prepared to move toward them, a sudden cry near him caught his attention.

His eyes snapped toward the sound, just in time to see the body of an enemy pierced through the chest, a sword protruding from his back. The sword was wielded by none other than Roan, one of the other small team leaders.

"Vice Team Leader, please don't let your guard down!" Roan's voice was cold, his expression hard, nothing like the smiling face Yuan had seen from him before.

Yuan simply nodded in acknowledgment, accepting Roan's words without argument.

A quick glance confirmed that Roan's team was still fully intact, no casualties. Yuan turned his gaze back to Roan and spoke firmly.

"Assist the Team Leader. They're being overwhelmed by numbers. There are no high ranked cultivators among them, just a few more lower stage cultivators."

Yuan's words were direct, sharp, and to the point.

Hearing the order, Roan gave a quick nod, then turned to his team and shouted:

"Di Gao! Raja! Move out and support the Team Leader! Vice Leader and I will cut the way through!"

Yuan gave one last nod of approval and with that, the two of them charged forward, carving their path through the enemy ranks toward Li Yun and his embattled group.

The distance between them and Li Yun's group wasn't far, only about twenty cultivators stood in the way. None of them were even at the peak layer of the Blood Purification Stage, so Roan easily cut through them with Yuan providing small but effective support at his side.

One by one, twenty more members of the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe fell. But neither Yuan nor Roan paid them much attention. Roan, in fact, looked visibly frustrated with himself, he had been surrounded at one point by four enemies and would have taken fatal strikes if Yuan hadn't blocked two of the attacks in time.

Even so, Roan managed to kill all of them with only a few cuts on his left arm and lower body.

With the path cleared, Di Gao and Raja were able to reach Li Yun's group and reinforce them. The added support quickly turned the tide, the overwhelming numbers of the enemy were suppressed, and the remaining fighters were cut down one after another until the area was cleared of resistance.

Li Yun's fight had been one of the key battles. He was facing an elder of the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe, one who had reached the Meridian Awakening Stage.

As a fellow Meridian Awakening cultivator, it fell to Li Yun to take on such an opponent directly.

But even after the elder was defeated, the battle was far from over.

The Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe showed no fear. They fought with the desperation of those who had nothing left to lose, pushing forward without regard for their lives, battling until their very last breath.

"How annoying," Yuan thought as the fight dragged on. Slowly, a different kind of exhaustion began to creep in, not physical, but mental. The constant control and precise management of his spiritual blood was draining. Yet, he continued to endure it.

Even the brief moment of rest he managed to steal was quickly shattered as another wave of enemies rushed toward him.

By now, Yuan had a clear understanding of the tribe's strength. The Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe had many members, but most of them were only at the Mortal Awakened Stage, or mere mortals with no cultivation at all.

The true fighters of the tribe were those at the Blood Purification Stage, while cultivators beyond that level were rare and already locked in battle against the Squad Leaders or Team Leaders.

Yuan found himself fighting constantly, barely able to catch a breath, always positioned at the outer edge of the conflict, making sure that no enemy slipped through to interfere with Li Yun's fight or the battles of the other leaders.

There was no break. No time to relax. Only the endless rhythm of killing.

Even though Yuan knew he could wipe out most of these weaker cultivators in an instant with a mere wave of his hand, using the terrifying power of his Azure Basilisk Flame, he chose not to.

As that would alert the Elders of the Howling wind sect.

Slowly, Li Yun pushed his way forward toward the gates of the tribe's village, cutting down the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe fighters one after another.

But then, a loud voice echoed across the battlefield, cutting through the chaos like a blade.

"I, Supreme Squad Leader Wang Feng, have slain the Tribe Head, Sharp Fang! Members of the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe, those who now fall to the ground and crawl will be spared from death! Instead, you will be sentenced to three generations of slavery! But whoever dares to stand and fight shall meet death!"

Wang Feng's declaration boomed across the battlefield, clear for all to hear. And high above, a severed head flew through the air, landing with a gruesome thud.

From the shocked and enraged reactions of the tribe members, it was clear that the head belonged to none other than Sharp Fang himself.

But despite their shock, not a single member of the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe obeyed Wang Feng's command. None of them dropped to their knees. None crawled.

Instead, their fury only deepened.

After a brief moment of silence, the tribe members let out furious shouts and charged once again into the battle, refusing to surrender.

And so, the slaughter continued.

The tribe's numbers began to thin as the fighting pressed on. One by one, they fell, cut down by the overwhelming force of the Howling Wind Sect's disciples.

Supreme Squad Leader Wang Feng, having just killed the tribe head, entered the battlefield with rage burning in his eyes. Frustrated by their refusal to surrender, he vented his anger through merciless slaughter, killing every tribe member who dared to stand before him.

The battle, once slow and grueling, now began to speed toward its conclusion.

Yuan stood at the front lines, now positioned directly before the village gates of the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe. Together with Li Yun and the remaining disciples, they had fought their way through the outer defenses and reached the entrance of the village.

Roan's small team was stationed at the rear, keeping watch for any surprise attacks from behind. Schmetterling's small team stood positioned at the flanks, guarding the sides and preventing any ambushes.

That left Yan Lao's small team, Li Yun, and Yuan at the front, the first group to reach the heavy wooden gates of the tribe village.

The enemy resistance at the gates was weak now, as most of the remaining tribe members had either been killed or were engaged elsewhere.

Only a few scattered defenders remained, easily held back by the Inner Sect disciples.

Now, with the path cleared, Li Yun, Yuan, and Yan Lao's team had the chance to pause and consider their next move, how best to break through the gates and finally breach the village.

The battle was already won.

Only a few remaining Blood Purification stage and Meridian Awakening stage cultivators from the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe were still alive, but all of them were already locked in combat with the Team Leaders, Squad Leaders, or even the Supreme Squad Leader, Wang Feng.

"Li Yun, can't you just break down this gate yourself?" Yan Lao asked, turning to look at him.

Li Yun simply shook his head.

"No, I can't. If I tried, my bones would shatter. This gate can only be broken instantly by a Bone Forging stage cultivator, or by several Meridian Awakening stage cultivators working together. Call Schmetterling and Roan over. We'll break it together."

"Yes, Team Leader!" Yan Lao responded quickly. Without wasting a moment, he approached two nearby Outer Sect disciples and gave them instructions.

The two disciples immediately ran off, one heading toward the rear lines where Roan was positioned, and the other toward the flanks to reach Schmetterling.

Roughly thirty breaths later, both Roan and Schmetterling arrived, already briefed on the situation.

The gate before them was solid stone, massive and imposing. Yuan couldn't tell exactly what kind of stone it was made from, but he could sense the faint spiritual essence radiating from it.

It was no ordinary material, it was likely a high-grade stone, reinforced to withstand significant force.

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Without hesitation, Li Yun, Yan Lao, Schmetterling, and Roan began their assault on the gate.

Each of them unleashed their strongest attacks, striking together in coordinated waves. Spiritual essence blasts, sword strikes, all collided against the gate, shaking the ground beneath their feet.

Breath after breath passed, until finally, after about thirty breaths, the gate gave way.

With a thunderous crack, the stone gate shattered into pieces, collapsing inward with a deafening roar.

At that moment, other Team Leaders and Squad Leaders who had arrived near the entrance surged forward, ready to charge into the village.

But as they rushed inside, they were met with an eerie silence.

It was clear that the remaining fighters of the Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe were already dead.

Standing further inside the village, Supreme Squad Leader Wang Feng could be seen calmly surveying the area. His expression was cold, his posture relaxed, but his hands were still stained with fresh blood.

At the rear, General Yi Lao stood motionless, his face as expressionless as ever, eyes lifted toward the sky, unmoved by the slaughter that had just taken place.

The Sharp Peak Mountain Tribe had been completely destroyed.