“Kill this renegade!” Lei Jiu had been standing a bit farther from Fang Xing and watching coldly from the side without any intent to fight directly. He’d believed these people seeking the summons to enter the Sword Mound were more than enough to take down this shameless brat and all he had to do was wait for someone to hand over the brat’s head. From there, he’d deliver the message to Huangfu and award a summons to the person responsible. By now, however, he’d realized a terrifying truth and no longer dared to remain so reserved—he thrust out his fist, causing a loud rumbling noise to rise up while blue lightning covered the area.

　　“Hahahaha, Lei Jiu, you’re still not dead?” Fang Xing began to loudly laugh once more, the sound spreading all throughout the black cloud.

　　The fog was so thick and dark the cultivators could only guess what was happening within, but the non-stop movement of the black cloud showed the battle was extremely fierce. Furthermore, Fang Xing’s loud laugh implied a large amount of confidence, as though he had the complete upper hand over Lei Jiu and was even about to kill him. Since Fang Xing had demonstrated so much superiority in the very earliest stages of the battle, it made it even easier for others to come to this conclusion. Fang Xing continued to curse out and Lei Jiu remained completely silent, enough to perhaps prove the other cultivators’ assumptions.

　　Some of the elites like Prince Chu Huang were quicker to guess at Fang Xing’s actions and were extremely surprised. “You’re at your road’s end, Fang Xing; how dare you still speak such boastful words!” Although the cultivators had wanted to reverse the impression of the battle in the eyes of the outside cultivators, they were shocked to find their voices wouldn’t travel outside the black cloud. The Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits controlled by the Peng King wasn’t enough to kill them all at once outright, but sealing their voices within the cloud’s boundaries was well within its power. Without any other options, the cultivators within could only move forward to try to kill Fang Xing together to get rid of him, but the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits had started using its full power to keep them from doing so.

　　The beast spirits within the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits were led by the five young dragons, all of which contained great battle prowess on par with a late-Foundation Stage cultivator as long as they had enough blood essence. Of course, such a tremendous amount of blood essence couldn’t be accumulated so easily, although this was assuredly a chance to do so—the black cloud had entangled nearly a hundred Foundation-stage cultivators who were all candidates for blood sacrifice.

　　The Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits was originally crafted for the sake of battle, and it was through battle it collected blood sacrifices and became more powerful. Now that it had been activated to the utmost, even powerful young masters like this group of elites found it difficult to free themselves from the entanglements of the beast spirits within. In mere moments, the entire area covered by the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits was filled with fresh blood as though it had become the battlefield of an Asura.

　　Just as the thoughts of the observing cultivators began to wander, Fang Xing let out another loud yell that traveled out into the distance. “I’m going to snatch the flag today! I will attack the Sword Mound as the lead bandit and plunder the Sword Embryos; who is daring enough to come?”

　　These words caused a peculiar look to appear on those cultivators’ faces. Plenty of them had become cultivators after living a normal life in the ordinary realm, and there were even those who’d spent days in the underworld and naturally knew what this “flag snatching” meant. When a bandit discovered an opportunity that was so extremely valuable they wouldn’t be able to devour it all on their own, they would “snatch the flag” by calling upon allies in the underworld. The allies would gather and combine forces to take everything, weigh each other’s contributions, and then split the loot before parting ways.

　　Such methods were those of the underworld, however. No one had heard the phrase “snatch the flag” in the cultivation realm, and a peculiar feeling rose up from their chest. It was rather strange to hear, but it also left them moved….

　　“There is only one Fang Xing to kill and therefore only one summons. How are we going to split it between the hundreds of us? Why not take this chance and plunder the Sword Mound?” someone suddenly yelled before standing up and flying into the black cloud. This person had a white veil on his face and rode atop a Dragon Horse, and as he rose into the sky with his long lance held in his hand, his power seemed without end.

　　From the looks of it, it seemed the person was Han Jiazi—one of the four elites of the western deserts—although he’d uncharacteristically spoken so many words at once.

　　“Kill Lei Jiu for the sake of the flag. We will attack the Sword Mound and split the Sword Embryos!” Another shout from below soon followed before the speaker flew up into the battleground as well.

　　This person was wrapped tightly in silk clothing, and although their features couldn’t be seen at all, the single ponytail shooting straight upwards stood out rather clearly. Those who didn’t know him naturally couldn’t guess his identity, but those who did could instantly tell this was the Ghost Prince of the Ghost Kingdom. He flew into the black cloud with a swoosh and threw himself into the middle of it all while Ghost Qi began to appear in front of him.

　　With these two serving as the prelude, a few more swish sounds could be heard before three more shadows shot up into the black cloud. Without exception, these people had all disguised themselves to keep their features hidden.

　　“Indeed, the opportunity is in front of all of us and everyone should be given a chance. Why should the Huangfu clan monopolize it? Attack the Sword Mound, split the Sword Embryos!”

　　In mere moments, more exclamations rose up as a greater number of cultivators disguised themselves and rushed into the black cloud—those who were a bit more quick-witted had all realized this was a rare chance not to be missed.

　　It was rare to find someone with so much viciousness and strength as to get the upper hand over the Huangfu clan’s people.

　　It was rare to find someone who had the guts to announce war with the Huangfu clan and attack the Sword Mound to plunder the Sword Embryos.

　　It was rare to find someone who could create a battlefield where sight was so difficult he could attack and no one would see it.

　　Most of all, it was rare to find someone who’d open up the door to that extremely precious Sword Mound and give them the chance to obtain a Sword Embryo within….

　　What Fang Xing had done was extremely simple: he’d given other people a chance at getting a Sword Embryo as well.

　　There was no doubt about the influence and might of the Huangfu clan. Ever since the Beast Exhausting Battle three thousand years ago, they’d solidified their position as the one and only above all of Jambu. Their Eight Bewitched Followers alone were effectively one of the top forces on the Jambu continent, to say nothing of the Huangfu clan, the so-called “hidden royalty” who commanded them. It was precisely for this reason that one of the largest opportunities of the entire Mysterious Domain—the Sword Mound—could be locked up at their leisure. All they had to do was send a few people over to guard the area and no one dared to get close anymore.

　　It had originally been an opportunity everyone had access to, but it was turned into a reward system where a person first had to acquire a summons. It was extremely unfair, of course, but no one dared to say “no”, to the point they would rather try to capture Fang Xing to exchange for a summons than rebel.

　　To say they were completely willing and convinced wouldn’t necessarily be true, however. Cultivators typically had an arrogance, and those who’d entered the Mysterious Domain were the epitome of talent, making their arrogance even more pronounced.

　　Those who were bolder—like Ghost Prince Li Ying, the western deserts’ Han Jiazi, and the three fairies of the northern mountain—would dare to secretly form an alliance and plot how to sneak into the Sword Mound to plunder the opportunity that had originally been theirs, but that didn’t mean those who were too timid to act hadn’t thought about it as well!

　　Of course, even someone as bold as Li Ying still planned ahead and wanted to pin the blame on someone else to keep people from finding out they’d done such a thing. When it came to this, there was no doubt the little demon Fang Xing who’d dared to kill four ambassadors of the Huangfu clan was the best person to frame. This person was said to have guts that covered the heavens; if someone said he was the one who entered the Sword Mound and plundered the Sword Embryos, others would believe it without a doubt.

　　After forming an alliance with Li Ying, Fang Xing had noticed this and chose the most opportune time to give the cultivators this message: there is no need for all of you to scheme how to pin the blame on me, I’ll willingly take it all. I’ll even actively announce war on the Huangfu clan, and anyone who wants to fish in such muddied waters is welcome. The Sword Embryo at the end of it will be yours, and the fury of the Huangfu clan will be mine!

　　From the moment the Huangfu clan had sent out a bounty for Fang Xing’s death, this wasn’t going to end until one of them died. The Huangfu clan thought they’d chosen the most suitable person to turn into an example to show off their might, but who would have thought they’d actually chosen such a difficult target? This was a little bastard who had no fear at all.

　　“Lei Jiu of the Nine Songs Tribe is right here. Whoever dares to cause chaos with this little demon will be killed without exception!” Lei Jiu loudly exclaimed from within the black cloud. He’d realized what Fang Xing was planning, and he also noticed that what Fang Xing was planning had already been achieved. More and more people were rushing into the black cloud, but rather than trying to help him capture Fang Xing, instead they were disguised in all shapes and sizes while gazing at him with clear ill intent instead. In his rage, all he could do was yell out in anger to hopefully subdue them with awe.

　　“Kill your uncle! You shall be my first kill today, flunky!” Before Lei Jiu had fully finished, Fang Xing rushed at him with the five dragons while performing the Yin Yang Sanding Disc to suppress him.

　　After taking the golden pellet, it was as though a volcano had formed inside Fang Xing’s body to spit out the medicinal powers from time to time, and he simply couldn’t become exhausted from battle or killed at a time like this. The more he fought, the more vicious he became, like a demonic god on an Asura’s battlefield. He knew a method like this was a double-edged sword and he’d be incredibly exhausted with his body and soul damaged afterwards, but he’d already become addicted to battle right now and he couldn’t really care about anything else anymore….