Uncle Nine: Scattering beans to create soldiers? I'm using plants and trees to create soldiers.

The arrogant words still echoed in the night sky when the middle-aged man lunged forward, his fists transforming into countless afterimages as he unleashed a torrent of attacks on Uncle Nine like a raging storm.

The wind howled with each punch, each strike carrying the terrifying power to shatter stone and split rocks.

Uncle Nine, wielding his magic sword, swayed left and right amidst the dense barrage of fists, like a lone boat adrift in a storm, seemingly in grave danger, as if he could be shattered by a single punch at any moment.

However, no matter how fierce and violent the middle-aged man's attacks were, the seemingly fragile wooden sword in Uncle Nine's hand could always land perfectly on the side of his fist with the slightest precision, silently deflecting the immense force to the side.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan was wreaking havoc!

Any member of the Li family who approached Lin Xuan were all killed with a single punch.

Those people lay sprawled in the mud and water, their ribs collapsed, lifeless.

"roar!"

Just then, the mid-stage Archmage guard leader at the back of the crowd let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

He ripped his black clothes off, and in the blink of an eye, his body swelled to more than two meters tall, covered in hard, bluish-black scales, and his ten fingers transformed into sharp, black claws.

This person actually activated the strange blood in his body on the spot, transforming into a ferocious and violent Li family water spirit!

With a ripping sound, the Water Seed kicked off the ground with both legs, bringing up a foul-smelling gust of wind. Its dark claws tore through the air and slashed towards Lin Xuan's chest.

Faced with this fierce attack, Lin Xuan's eyes remained unwavering. Instead of retreating, he advanced, twisting his waist and hips, gathering immense power in his right fist, and unleashing a powerful punch straight at the claw.

The moment their fists clashed, time seemed to stand still for a split second.

Two sharp cracking sounds were followed by a sudden, teeth-grinding, rapid cracking of bones.

The Water Seed's claws, sharp enough to tear through refined iron, along with its entire right arm, were twisted and broken inch by inch by Lin Xuan's domineering and unparalleled fist force, with white bone fragments piercing through the scales and protruding out!

"Ah!! How is this possible?!"

Shui Zhong's face contorted in pain as she let out a terrified scream.

He simply couldn't understand how a human cultivator's physical strength could be several times more terrifying than his own, who had been completely mutated!

Lin Xuan gave him no chance to breathe, taking a step forward with his left foot and rushing into Shui Zhong's arms. His left fist, carrying the force of wind and thunder, landed squarely on Shui Zhong's chest without any fancy moves.

His tall body suddenly stiffened, the fierce light in his eyes quickly faded, and then he fell backward into the muddy water with a thud, twitched twice, and then fell still.

"Monster! This kid is a monster!"

"Run! Even the captain got killed by his two punches!"

The remaining Li family guards, witnessing this bloody and brutal scene, were terrified and lost all will to fight. They dropped their swords and fled in terror, crying and screaming.

Unfortunately, in Lin Xuan's eyes, their escape speed was as slow as a tortoise crawling.

Lin Xuan stepped forward with a powerful movement, his figure transforming into a blurry black shadow as he chased after them.

Each time he dodged, it was accompanied by a short scream and a muffled thud of bones breaking.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xuan slaughtered all twenty-odd Li family guards in the entire convoy, leaving no survivors.

Shaking off the bloodstains on his fist, Lin Xuan turned to look at Uncle Nine and the white-haired middle-aged man who were still fighting not far away.

Seeing that his master was taking advantage of the opponent's attack to slowly hone his sword intent, Lin Xuan did not interfere and walked to the carriage next to him.

He reached out and grabbed the black cloth on the tall carriage, then suddenly ripped it off.

With a whoosh, the black cloth slipped off, revealing a massive clay sculpture that was tightly bound inside.

The statue resembles a beast, with its head held high, gazing into the distance, and its body faintly exudes a majestic, blood-red aura of incense.

Lin Xuan glanced at the system panel intently, a smile flashing in his eyes.

【Mocking Wind Incense Clay Figurine】

[Quality: Green]

[Description: The Chaofeng clay figure, sculpted from riverbed spiritual mud, incense-infused soil, exotic scales, and the remnants of dragon blood, can absorb incense, blood, and souls to nourish itself, strengthen the essence within the clay figure, and enhance its purity.]

[Entries: Incense Offerings Transformed into Spirits, Serpent Essence and Blood]

……

As expected, it's another statue of one of the nine sons of the dragon!

Including this one, I now have three clay statues from the Li family.

At the current pace, it won't be long before all nine clay sculptures are retrieved, at which point the growth rate of the True Martial Mystic Armor Vine can be further increased!

After putting away the Chaofeng clay figurine, Lin Xuan then lifted the black cloth covering the other three carriages to inspect them.

They discovered that the carriages were filled with ordinary medicinal herbs, cloth, and grain, without even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. It was clearly a cover used by the Li family to disguise themselves as an ordinary merchant caravan.

Lin Xuan swiftly gathered all the corpses, magical artifacts, and spoils on the ground into his system inventory.

After cleaning the scene thoroughly, he clapped his hands, crossed his arms leisurely, and stood aside, watching Uncle Nine's performance with great interest.

At this moment, the white-haired middle-aged man in the arena had already launched a furious attack of over a hundred moves.

He was panting heavily, veins bulging on his forehead, but Uncle Nine across from him didn't even dodge a breath.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the empty mountain path around him. His men had all been wiped out, and the young Taoist priest was watching the scene with his arms crossed. The white-haired middle-aged man finally realized that something was wrong!

A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

He feinted a punch to force Uncle Nine back, quickly created distance, and pointed at Uncle Nine, screaming incoherently.

"No! Ten moves have long passed. Your breathing is steady, you old Taoist, you're definitely not at the early stage of the Human Master realm!"

"Who exactly are you?!"

Faced with the middle-aged man's hysterical questioning, Uncle Nine merely glanced at him indifferently and continued charging forward with his sword.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man with white hair immediately realized that he had kicked a hornet's nest, and he was terrified.

Without the slightest hesitation, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. He then used a secret technique to turn around and flee desperately into the depths of the dense forest!

Uncle Nine couldn't help but feel a pang of regret when he saw that this free sparring partner was no longer available.

Since we can no longer sharpen the sword, there's no need to keep this scoundrel around overnight.

Uncle Nine's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stopped suppressing his cultivation.

With a deafening roar, a vast and abyss-like pressure from the Earth Master realm swept across the entire area. Instantly, dazzling divine light of various colors bloomed from Uncle Nine's body, and several perfected divine bodies simultaneously manifested and resonated within his Dharma Aperture.

He looked at the fleeing figure, gathered his strength in his dantian, and suddenly uttered a single word of truth.

"town!"

With a deafening roar, like thunder echoing through the night sky, the invisible sonic waves of Dharma instantly caught up with the white-haired middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man felt as if a boulder had struck his mind, causing his soul to tremble violently. His head spun, and his body fell uncontrollably from mid-air to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.

He lay prone in the mud, feeling the suffocating and terrifying aura behind him. His heart was filled with turmoil, and his eyes were filled with despair and horror.

A geomancer?! This old Taoist is actually a geomancer!

How did the Li family, who always acted so secretly, manage to provoke such a terrifying being?!

Just as he was filled with despair, a sharp, piercing whistle suddenly came from behind him.

The middle-aged man with white hair tried to turn his head away in terror, but he couldn't move at all.

With a muffled thud, a peach wood magic sword, enveloped in pure yang golden light, pierced through the back of his head with perfect accuracy, instantly penetrating his skull.