Chapter 131: Xia Bingling Reaches Soul Integration Realm

A chilling silence descended upon the battlefield once the last disciple of the Iron Hammer Sect fell unconscious. Wang Li, his eyes narrowed into slits of icy fury, scanned the remaining figures.

"You fools," he growled, his voice laced with a deadly calm. "Don't even think about taking another step. If you do, by the heavens, I won't be responsible for the consequences. Not even your corpses will be left behind to tell the tale."

The remaining disciples, their bravado shattered by the swift and brutal takedown of their comrades, felt a cold shiver crawl down their spines. Wang Li's words, dripping with murderous intent, painted a vivid picture of their impending demise. They could almost feel the bite of his blade, the sting of his attacks.

Wang Li, noticing their growing fear, pressed his advantage. "Don't think for a second your elders will come charging in to save you. They've already fled this territory with their prized little lapdog, Ye Fan. You're nothing but pawns sacrificed for their escape."

The revelation struck a chord of doubt within the disciples. They had been promised a swift victory, a chance to cripple the Xia Family while their elders dealt with the real threat. Now, they realized they were mere expendable pawns in a larger game.

But their demonic cultivation instilled a flicker of defiance. Disrupting Xia Bingling's tribulation remained their objective. With a guttural roar, a few bolder disciples charged forward, desperate to buy their elder's precious time.

Their attempts were met with a whirlwind of steel. Wang Li moved with lightning speed, his sword a blur of deadly grace. With each precise swing, he disarmed, crippled, and incapacitated the attackers. Screams of pain and curses filled the air, quickly replaced by stunned silence.

Seeing the fate of their companions, the remaining disciples finally broke. Their desire for glory and reward evaporated, replaced by a primal urge for survival. With terrified cries, they turned tail and fled the Xia Family territory, their loyalty to the Iron Hammer Sect crumbling in the face of their own mortality.

Once the field was clear, Wang Li turned towards Xia Qingwu, his expression resolute. "I'll help your mother with the next lightning bolt," he declared. "Stay vigilant and ensure that no further interruptions occur."

Xia Qingwu, her eyes gleaming with admiration and gratitude, responded with a firm nod. "Leave it to me, Wang Li."

With the immediate threat neutralized, Wang Li approached Xia Bingling. Her beautiful form, bathed in the ethereal glow of the tribulation, stood defiant against the approaching storm. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, channeling the power of his Yin-Yang Cultivation Ability.

A surge of energy coursed through both of them. The Yin energy from within Xia Bingling's body harmonized with the Yang energy emanating from Wang Li, creating a perfect balance. A sense of calm and power washed over Xia Bingling, revitalizing her spiritual energy.

She opened her eyes, a flicker of surprise followed by a warm smile gracing her lips. "Wang Li, you..." Her voice, though faint, held a note of gratitude.

But the time for pleasantries was short-lived. The heavens above rumbled with a deafening roar. Dark, ominous clouds churned above them, unleashing torrents of electrical energy.

A single, thick bolt of purple lightning, pulsating with raw power, emerged from the heart of the storm, its target – Xia Bingling.

Her physical form, too, had undergone a dramatic transformation. Muscles, previously honed through years of cultivation, now held an unyielding strength.

Even without channeling her spiritual energy, she felt capable of battling toe-to-toe with Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.

With her full power unleashed, she could likely dominate dozens of peak-level Nascent Soul experts.

But this elation was cut short as her gaze fell upon Wang Li. Curled on the ground, his breathing shallow and labored, unconsciousness painted across his face.

Guilt gnawed at her. He had pushed himself beyond his limits, all for her sake.

"Qingwu!" she called out, her voice echoing through the ravaged landscape.

Her daughter Xia Qingwu, who had been a vigilant spectator throughout the ordeal, materialized at her side. "Yes, Mother?" she responded, her expression mirroring Xia Bingling's concern.

"Take Wang Li to the infirmary. Have the family physician tend to him immediately," Xia Bingling instructed, her voice firm despite the tremor of worry within.

"Of course, Mother," Xia Qingwu replied, gently scooping Wang Li into her arms. Disappearing into the distance, she rushed to ensure his recovery.

Once they were gone, a steely glint hardened Xia Bingling's eyes. Those Iron Hammer Sect fools who had dared attack her family would pay dearly for their transgression. Now, empowered by her newfound strength, she felt invincible.

With a swift movement, Xia Bingling vanished from the spot, leaving behind a trail of swirling ice crystals.

Outside the Xia Family territory, the disciples and elders of the Iron Hammer Sect cowered, remnants of fear clinging to them like a shroud. They watched in disbelief as a beautiful woman, radiating an aura of power that sent shivers down their spines, emerged before them.

The woman was Xia Bingling, and they were about to witness the full power of this enraged woman.

With a flick of her wrist, Xia Bingling conjured a blade of pure ice. It pulsed with a chilling blue light, a weapon forged from her Ice Attribute. The air itself seemed to crackle with frost as she surveyed the remnants of the Iron Hammer Sect.

"You dare trespass on Xia Family territory," she declared, her voice laced with icy fury that echoed across the battlefield. "Now you shall face the consequences."