His voice had barely fallen.
Dozens of crimson talismans scattered through the air, hovering midair.
"Burn!"
Ye Hao activated them with a thought.
All the talismans triggered at once.
A deafening hum exploded.
Blazing fireballs erupted one after another.
Dozens of crimson fireballs surged through the forest, rolling with waves of flame.
The searing heatwaves compressed together, instantly sweeping across a vast stretch of the mountain forest.
The sky full of fireballs poured down like a rain of fire, crashing toward the group of cultivators ahead.
Boom, boom, boom—!
A non-stop barrage of explosions rang out in succession as dry branches and trees instantly ignited, sparks flying in all directions.
"Let's form an array together!"
"Otherwise, we're all going to die!"
Pan Chi's face turned pale. Standing back-to-back with Wan Hao, they channeled their protective spiritual light with all their strength.
He never imagined in his wild dreams that the person they had been pursuing was such a monster.
So many talismans—tossing out dozens at once!
That was worth at least several thousand low-grade spirit stones.
He had no idea which family's prodigal son this was, treating spirit stones as if they were worthless dirt.
But they had no time to ponder; they could only frantically unite their protective spiritual light to form a barrier,
hoping to block this wave of attacks.
Otherwise, they really would perish here.
The rest of the Qi Refinement cultivators weren't so lucky.
Panicking, they hurriedly raised thin barriers.
Dozens of massive fireballs covered every direction they could escape toward,
trapping them completely within the area of effect.
The barriers of these Qi Refinement cultivators were far too fragile.
Even a mere graze shattered them instantly.
"Finally quiet."
Ye Hao leaped down from a nearby tree.
When he drew closer,
he found that the Qi Refinement cultivators from earlier had all been turned into charred corpses.
The two Qi Refinement Great Perfection cultivators were frozen in an extremely bizarre posture:
back-to-back with arms outstretched, as though trying to block something.
"What a pity. They're all destroyed."
Just now, Ye Hao had simply wanted to clear out his stock.
After all, now that he possessed First-Tier supreme-grade Fireball Talismans and Second-Tier supreme-grade Fireball Talismans, keeping these First-Tier high-grade Fireball Talismans on him served little purpose.
He had unleashed all those talismans just to test their power,
but he hadn't expected the combined force of these Fireball Talismans to be so immense.
It was countless times more effective than a single Fireball Talisman.
As a result, the storage bags and equipment on these Qi Refinement cultivators were all wrecked.
Only four intact, reusable storage bags remained.
Buzz!
Ye Hao saved the two Great Perfection cultivators standing in that bizarre pose for last before stepping closer.
Yet just as he approached, a beam of dark light suddenly shot out from the chest of one of them.
Its speed was blindingly fast.
Ye Hao's naked eyes couldn't even register it in time.
The dark light slammed straight into his chest.
Fortunately, he had long attached a Golden Light Talisman to his body.
The Golden Light Talisman activated automatically.
Golden light spilled out in all directions, instantly forming a golden barrier that enveloped Ye Hao.
"Dammit!"
"Who on earth are you?!"
Controlling his remnant soul, Wan Hao repeatedly slammed into the golden barrier.
Yet apart from the barrier's glow dimming slightly,
it remained as solid as an impregnable fortress.
Floating in midair, he stared at Ye Hao with eyes full of hatred.
"For a Qi Refinement cultivator to possess such a powerful soul is truly incomprehensible to me."
"Besides, you're the ones who came after me first, yet now you're asking who I am?"
Ye Hao chuckled lightly as he looked at the remnant soul.
Existing without a physical body while allowing the soul to briefly leave it was something only a Golden Core cultivator could accomplish.
However, ingesting a special natural treasure or practicing a powerful cultivation technique could also allow a Foundation Establishment cultivator to achieve this.
But it was certainly not something a Qi Refinement cultivator could easily pull off.
Thus, the fellow before him was definitely not ordinary.
This was precisely why Ye Hao hadn't immediately whipped out a Second-Tier supreme-grade Fireball Talisman to obliterate him—
he still wanted to extract more information from him.
"Kid, I am a Golden Core cultivator!"
"If you open your mind to let me in and take me as your master,"
"I can impart a Sixth-Grade Golden Core Method to you!"
"What do you say?"
Wan Hao floated in midair, his remnant soul taking the shape of a miniature figure.
Wan Hao spoke in an enticing tone.
"Sixth-Grade Golden Core Method? What's that?"
Ye Hao couldn't help but look at the remnant soul.
"..."
Wan Hao fell silent.
Ye Hao was so absurdly wealthy, casually throwing around dozens of Fireball Talismans.
Wan Hao had assumed he hailed from some powerful clan, perhaps even a Golden Core clan, but he hadn't expected the kid didn't even know the grades of Golden Core methods.
Could he have been mistaken?
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "Foundation Establishment is divided into three types, and Golden Cores are categorized into Nine Grades."
"A Sixth-Grade Golden Core Method is enough for you to condense a Sixth-Grade Golden Core, giving you enough combat power to crush ordinary Golden Cores weaker than yourself."
"And most importantly, a Sixth-Grade Golden Core Method can boost your chances of Nascent Soul formation by thirty percent!"
"This is a powerful technique that many sects don't even possess."
"As long as you take me as your master, I can teach this Sixth-Grade Golden Core Method to you."
As Wan Hao tried to persuade him, his eyes remained glued to the golden barrier around Ye Hao.
"Forget it. I don't have the fortune to enjoy such a blessing."
Ye Hao shook his head decisively.
A legacy like a Sixth-Grade Golden Core Method—even if the man passed it to him, he wouldn't dare take it.
Who knew what kind of trap might be hidden inside?
He wasn't that foolish.
Suddenly, the golden barrier around Ye Hao shattered, vanishing without a trace.
Wan Hao, who had been waiting for this precise moment, didn't say a word. Transforming into a streak of dark light once more, he charged straight for the space between Ye Hao's eyebrows.
Where would he get a Sixth-Grade Golden Core Method? At his peak, he was merely at mid-stage Foundation Establishment.
He was only able to maintain his current remnant soul because he had acquired a special technique.
It couldn't be sustained for long.
If he failed to possess a body in time, he would be completely extinguished.
Everything he had said earlier was meant to entice Ye Hao into lowering his guard,
stalling until the golden barrier expired.
Once the golden barrier fell, the kid would be at his mercy.
Buzz!
Another flash of golden light burst from Ye Hao's chest.
Immediately after, a golden barrier enveloped him once more.
Wan Hao took another brutal impact head-on.
Having slammed into it with too much force, he was sent flying straight backward.
"Fuck! Who the hell are you?!"
"Tossing around Second-Tier supreme-grade Golden Light Talismans like they're worthless scrap paper!"
Wan Hao broke down completely.
Staring at the golden barrier, his eyes burned with deep hatred.
Even in his prime as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he wouldn't have dared to be so extravagant.
Throwing around Second-Tier supreme-grade talismans like waste paper!
"It's just Second-Tier supreme-grade Golden Light Talismans. I've got plenty."
Ye Hao chuckled softly, pulling out another handful of Second-Tier supreme-grade Golden Light Talismans
and fanning himself with them like a hand fan.
Seeing this, Wan Hao's face turned livid.
At the same time, a deep sense of despair welled up inside him.
"Brother, it's my turn now."
"Now hand over that Sixth-Grade Golden Core Method of yours, and I might just spare your life."
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