Chapter 62: Brushes and Dragon Swords Unleashed, the Imminent Threat of Yuan Po's Secret Blood Ink Technique.

"IMPOSSIBLE!"

"It doesn't make any sense!!"

"The Spirit Thundering Fist is an advanced martial technique, right? And this Junior just casually took it head-on from a disciple in the 2nd level of Spirit Gathering without a scratch!"

"Is that what you're worried about?! He just turned a senior disciple to ash! A Junior so merciless he didn't even spare his corpse!"

"Is he cultivating some sort of secret technique?!"

All the senior disciples were shocked.

Lurking in the depths of the forest, Yuan Po grinned.

As I thought, there really was something special about this Yang Wei...

Excitedly, he cracked his fists.

The remaining four senior disciples exchanged glances.

"We can't let this Junior disgrace us any further. People might think Spirit Harmony Peak juniors are superior to the Inkflow Spire's seniors."

"Then we'll use a combined attack!"

"Yes, that'll put him in his place. It doesn't matter what secret technique he's cultivating, a combined attack from four Spirit Gathering cultivators will end him."

With unanimous agreement, they unleashed scrolls from their pouches, assuming a formation.

Two seniors positioned at the front, one behind, and the last, holding the largest scroll, stood at the far back.

They all held Brushes in their hands.

Immediately, they painted at incomprehensible speed.

Essentially, the one in the middle painted an array on his scroll, creating a shield around them.

"I'll end this in one hit," said Yang Wei, ready to strike.

"NO!" Wu Fengtian urgently shouted.

Yang Wei paused and asked, "Why not?"

"That shield they've got is made from a 3rd-grade spiritual energy devouring array. They're probably using it to seal off any openings for an attack while they prepare for theirs. Since you haven't had any spiritual food to stabilize your cultivation base, if you attack in your current state, it'll devour you before you can even break the shield."

"It'll be fine..."

One of the senior disciples interjected, shouting, "Junior! Today, you'll understand the consequences of courting death!"

The two at the front stroked their brushes for the last time, unleashing monstrous eagles made of paint and overflowing with spiritual energy.

Also, the one at the back performed the last stroke, releasing even larger monstrous eagles made of ink and flaming spiritual energy.

All seven creations aggressively soared straight for Yang Wei.

This attack wasn't ordinary.

Even the combined strength of all four of us couldn't defeat him?! What type of technique does he cultivate?!

The weak senior disciple panted.

His thoughts worried him heavily.

Yuan Po leaped out of the dense bushes.

BOOOM!!

He landed like a meteor which caused a small crater.

Yang Wei slowly pulled the dragon sword from his stomach, tossing it aside.

The open wound in his stomach regenerated slowly.

Looking at Yuan Po, he casually remarked, "Oh, so you're Yuan Po, right?" His gaze was focused on Yuan Po's bald head that shone under the moonlight.

"You're quite daring, Yang Wei. Courting death must be a hobby of yours... If not, you wouldn't dare kill my fellow disciples before me," said Yuan Po.

Innocently tilting his head, Yang Wei observed, "Actually, I'm more curious about that shiny head of yours. Is it some spiritual treasure?"

Yuan Po gritted his teeth, veins popping up around his head.

The senior disciple behind him murmured, "He didn't just say that," and slowly moved back.

Wu Fengtian commented, "That wasn't smart at all," following suit.

Both knew never to talk about Yuan Po's bald head in the sect.

Growling, Yuan Po demanded, "Junior, swallow your words now!"

Smiling mischievously, Yang Wei teased, "Or does rubbing it bring good luck and a polished scalp?"

Yuan Po's anger surged, but instead of shouting, he turned calm and asked, "Am I a joke to you?"

Yang Wei chuckled, asserting, "With that head, definitely. You look more like a monk than a cultivator."

"I see."

That was all he said.

This drastic change in behavior bothered Wu Fengtian.

Yuan Po is at the peak of Spirit Gathering, and soon, he'll be able to form a Golden Core... Provoking him will only get us killed!

Yuan Po bit his thumb.

After, he unsheathed his jian, and smeared his bleeding thumb across the blade as if drawing something.

"Secret Blood Ink Technique."

Fear was written on Wu Fengtian's face. "N... No, no way he's using that technique here..."

The senior disciple who had survived thus far, started running away.

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!"