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303: What if the foundation is three layers deep?”Set up the Three Talents Evil Ghost Formation! Trap him!”

Three old men in black robes, exuding cold auras, flew out from different directions, surrounding Lin Jingyu in the center in a triangular formation.

These were the only three surviving Elders of the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining from the Black Wind Stockade!

One held a blade wrapped in black Evil Qi; another formed hand seals, summoning three roaring fire snakes; the third waved a black banner, instantly causing sinister winds to howl and ghost shadows to swarm.

The three joined forces, weaving their Evil Qi, fire snakes, and ghost shadows into a net of death. Their auras connected, faintly reaching the Spiritual Pressure of the Early Foundation Establishment Stage.

On Wangfeng Slope, the onlookers were terrified. Even an expert like Zhong Yue wore a grave expression, thinking to himself that if he were trapped in this formation, he would likely struggle to escape.

”They are actually Demonic Cultivators. No wonder the Black Wind Stockade acts so viciously.”

”Three Demonic Cultivators at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining—they might even be able to clash with a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator. This Lin Jingyu has encountered a tough opponent.”

”I wonder if he can break through.”

Lin Jingyu finally stopped, a cold arc forming at the corner of his mouth. He did not even use his Thunder Shadow Steps; he simply stood in place as the Thunder Seed within his body trembled slightly, releasing an even more majestic power of thunder.

”Ants like you dare to block my path?”

He grasped the air with his left hand, and the three roaring fire snakes seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand. They let out a whimper and instantly dissipated into sparks.

He brought his fingers together on his right hand, and a condensed bolt of purple lightning struck first despite being launched later, hitting the weakest point of the blade swung by the blade-wielding Elder with precision.

”Snap!”

The tempered steel blade snapped upon impact, and the lightning, its momentum undiminished, pierced directly through the Elder’s forehead.

The savage grin on his face froze instantly, his eyes lost focus, and he fell straight down.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Jingyu shifted his body slightly, dodging the incoming sinister winds and ghost shadows, and backhanded a palm toward the Elder waving the banner.

”Palm Thunder!”

The light of the Palm Thunder erupted. It was not a loud roar, but a dull, explosive boom.

The Elder, along with his black banner, was blasted into charcoal by the extremely Yang and rigid power of the thunder, with black smoke billowing out.

The last Elder, who had controlled the fire snakes, was so terrified that his courage shattered, and he turned to flee.

Lin Jingyu let out a cold snort and threw a punch through the air.

The wind from the punch, wrapped in thunder, chased after him like a cannonball. With a ”bang,” it caved in his back, causing him to spray blood violently before he died on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the three Elders of the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining were dead.

The entire process was smooth and fluid, as easy as crushing three ants!

The entire Black Wind Stockade instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The remaining bandits completely collapsed, fleeing in all directions while crying for their parents, no longer daring to block this God of Slaughter.

Just then, the heavy wooden door of the building in the center of the Black Wind Stockade, which bore the words ”Gathering Hall,” creaked open. A figure scrambled out, rolling and crawling—it was the Fourth Leader, Gong Yunyu.

He no longer had a shred of his usual sinister cunning. His face was as pale as paper, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and his official robe was covered in dust and blood.

Seeing Lin Jingyu standing in the field like a descending God of Thunder, along with the miserable state of the three Elders nearby, his psychological defenses completely shattered.

Recalling the scene earlier where Lin Jingyu held lightning in his hand, he realized that he was now more than ten times stronger.

His legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a ”thud,” kowtowing like he was pounding garlic, his face streaming with tears and snot:

”Young Hero Lin! Grandpa Lin! Spare me! Spare my life! This little one is willing to surrender! I am willing to surrender! It was all forced by that Ruan Black Wind! I was forced into it!