Su Yi sneered, "I'm no clairvoyant, how could I know these things?"
Pausing for a moment, he continued, "However, judging from this commotion, that sealed power, whether it's some kind of treasure or a living being, is bound to be extraordinary."
Ning Siyu and Shen Jiusong's eyes narrowed simultaneously.
If it's a valuable treasure, it would undoubtedly be an incredible stroke of luck.
But if it's a living being, it could potentially bring about an unpredictable disaster!
Boom!
The earth trembled, and the rumbling continued incessantly.
Suddenly, in the distance, a shrill and piercing screech rang out, followed by a dark cloud of red mist rapidly approaching.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be hundreds, if not thousands, of blood-red fierce birds, with wings spanning several meters, forged from crimson molten metal, shimmering with a fiery glow, and claws like golden blades.
Their heads were hideous, resembling demonic creatures with green faces, fangs, and crimson eyes, emitting screeches as piercing and grating as the scraping of metal.
Ghost-faced Blood Hawks!
Ning Siyu's pupils slightly contracted.
These were seventh-tier ferocious birds, naturally capable of manipulating flames, fiercely ruthless, and capable of flying in the sky, enough to pose a threat to even Martial Masters of the first realm.
What was even more terrifying was that the Ghost-faced Blood Hawks moved in groups, akin to a flock of Martial Masters soaring through the air!
"Run!"
Shen Jiusong's scalp went numb, his expression changing.
Once surrounded by these hundreds or thousands of Ghost-faced Blood Hawks, even a Martial Master at the fifth realm would either die or be severely injured!
Moreover, Ghost-faced Blood Hawks were notorious for their recklessness. Once they set their sights on a target, they would never give up until it was dead.
Ning Siyu also entertained the idea of retreat, unwilling to entangle with such ferocious birds.
However, at that moment, Su Yi burst into laughter. Finally, he had encountered opponents worthy of a battle. How could his heart not be delighted?
Stretching lazily, Su Yi said, "Leave these beasts to me. Collect their sharp beaks for me afterwards."
Before his words could even fall, his figure flickered, and he charged forward.
Swish!
His azure robe fluttered as Su Yi arrived atop a mountain peak, and with a crisp sound, the Mystic Qi Sword was already gripped in his right hand.
Standing casually, with an unrestrained and ethereal demeanor, the aura emanating from him was like a divine sword dominating the sky, exuding a peerless sharpness!
Ning Siyu was momentarily stunned, at a loss for words.
"This..."
Shen Jiusong felt a sense of unease. These were hundreds, if not thousands, of Ghost-faced Blood Hawks!
Yet, Su Yi appeared not only unafraid but rather pleased with the prospect.
"Su, my friend, is no ordinary person, and his actions are equally incomparable. Let's wait and see," whispered Ning Siyu.
Boom!
The sky-darkening mass of Ghost-faced Blood Hawks had already arrived, each of their wings seeming to ignite, releasing scorching waves of fire.
Wherever they passed, rocks, vegetation, and everything else turned to ashes, creating a terrifying sight.
Clang!
At that moment, a pure and melodious sword chant resounded through the heavens and earth.
Standing on the mountain peak, Su Yi's sleeves billowed as he raised the Mystic Qi Sword towards the sky.
In an instant, a ten-zhang-long green sword qi swept out, sweeping across the sky.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
In a split second, hundreds, if not thousands, of Ghost-faced Blood Hawks were torn open, their bodies disintegrating like paper when struck by the sword qi.
Blood and withered feathers rained down.
With a casual swing of his sword, Su Yi effortlessly beheaded over twenty Ghost-faced Blood Hawks, each comparable to a Martial Master of the first realm!
However, this sword strike completely enraged the army of Ghost-faced Blood Hawks. These fearless ferocious birds emitted ear-piercing screeches and furiously flapped their feathers.
Boom!
From a distance, the hundreds, if not thousands, of ferocious birds appeared like a sky-obscuring flame storm, sweeping towards Su Yi on the mountaintop.
This scene made Shen Jiusong break out in a cold sweat, his heart hanging in his throat.
Ning Siyu furrowed her brows slightly, tightly gripping the Blue Flame Remnant Moon Halberd in her hand, ready to lend a hand to Su Yi when necessary.
However, Su Yi, standing on the mountaintop, displayed an audacious and unrestrained posture. He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, swinging the Mystic Qi Sword continuously.
In an instant, streams of sword qi swept out.
Some were like rivers of starry water, overwhelming everything.
Some were like swords cleaving mountains and seas, unstoppable.
Some were radiant as the sun and moon, shining brightly.
Some divided between clarity and turbidity, invincible.
Some were like torrential rain, roaming in all directions, encompassing the eight poles.
And more...
Each sword qi displayed a unique charm capable of shaking the world, its power unfathomable and indescribable.
This was the mystery of the "Swift as a Sword Scripture," and now Su Yi was showcasing it in a wanton and extravagant manner.
His tall figure was surrounded by sword qi resembling swimming fish—brilliant, crystal clear, and pure. With each resounding sword chant of the Mystic Qi Sword, the released sword qi carried a trace of profound and mysterious Dao rhyme.
So much so that when each sword qi traversed the sky, it presented astonishing and unimaginable phenomena.
Under this onslaught of slaughter...
One group after another of Ghost-faced Blood Hawks was killed, their limbs and wings flying in all directions, and their piercing screams incessant.
A downpour of blood!
These scenes caused Shen Jiusong's mind to spin and his spirit to tremble.
At the West Mountain Tea Gathering, Su Yi had already displayed a world-shaking combat power, surpassing even Qin Changshan, who was as strong as a Martial Master of the fifth realm. But the current Su Yi was completely different.
He was like a reckless and uninhibited sword immortal, waging war and battle on the mountaintop. Between the soaring and dominant sword qi, he displayed an arrogant and disdainful demeanor.
This soaring, domineering, and fierce posture was completely different from his usual serene and extraordinary temperament.
He seemed like a celestial among men, wielding his sword like splashing ink, causing the world to spin, and blood to rain down!
"This..."
Shen Jiusong was deeply shocked. Was this Su Yi's true might in battle?
Ning Siyu was also stunned.
It was her first time witnessing Su Yi's ostentatious demeanor, his sharpness revealed like a sword, exuding an invincible and disdainful aura with a sword in hand.
"Behead!" "Behead!" "Behead!"
On the mountaintop, Su Yi was caught up in the thrill, abandoning all restraint, fully displaying his supreme swordsmanship.
He alone swallowed the vast righteous qi, exhaling a lifetime of swift and unrestrained spirit!
The essence of the Swift as a Sword Scripture was to be as free and unrestrained as the wind, unrestricted and boundless, seeking only the pleasure and excitement.
When the body and mind merged into the sword path, it caused the sword qi to carry an additional sense of exhilaration and unparalleled charm.
In just a moment, the hundreds, if not thousands, of Ghost-faced Blood Hawks resembling a flame storm were annihilated by the unparalleled sword qi, leaving them in disarray.
The densely packed corpses mixed with the cascading blood rain fell, permeating the air with an unyielding and indelible stench of blood.
In the end, only a hundred or so Ghost-faced Blood Hawks remained, frightened and fleeing with mournful and terrified cries.
This expression on Ning Siyu and Shen Jiusong's faces could only be described as seeing a ghost. Weren't the Ghost-faced Blood Hawks fearless of death? Weren't they known for their ferocity and relentless nature?
How could they flee!?
On the mountaintop, Su Yi also paused for a moment. The burning fighting spirit in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by clarity. The imposing aura he had unleashed also receded and disappeared.
Internally, he felt somewhat regretful, as if he hadn't had enough.
This seventh-order demonic beast... was still somewhat weak after all...
Exhaling a long breath, Su Yi swept his gaze over the pile of Ghost-faced Blood Hawk corpses scattered around the area. Without further hesitation, he sat cross-legged and began to meditate.
Although this battle lasted only a moment, it had consumed a considerable amount of his energy.
Ning Siyu glanced deeply at Su Yi, who was meditating with crossed legs, and said to Shen Jiusong beside her, "Let's lend a hand and collect the beaks of those Ghost-faced Blood Hawks."
Upon hearing this, Shen Jiusong snapped out of his daze, as if waking from a dream, and quickly joined Ning Siyu in taking action.
However, he couldn't remain calm in his heart.
In this battle, the formidable army of Ghost-faced Blood Hawks was completely defeated by Su Yi alone, overturning his understanding. After all, who could have imagined that a Qi Gathering realm youth would possess such terrifying and unimaginable swordsmanship?
"Ning Palace Master, why do I feel like Mr. Su is like a celestial being reincarnated from the heavens, completely unlike an ordinary person in this mundane world?" Shen Jiusong couldn't hold back any longer and whispered as he collected the beaks of the Ghost-faced Blood Hawks.
Ning Siyu was taken aback, her eyes showing a subtle expression as she asked, "Do you really believe that celestial beings exist in the heavens?"
Shen Jiusong smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Who knows?"
"Everyone has their own secrets, and this world is never lacking in mysterious and unpredictable extraordinary individuals," Ning Siyu said. "When you step onto the path of cultivation in the Elemental Dao, you will understand that so-called 'immortals on land' are merely a title in this mundane world. In the eyes of true cultivators, the path of the Elemental Dao is nothing more than the first step in transcending the mundane."
Shen Jiusong fell silent.
Throughout the time he had spent with Su Yi and Ning Siyu, although it was brief, the powers they displayed and their understanding of cultivation repeatedly challenged his knowledge and overturned his imagination.
He realized that even though he was a lord of a region, wielding secular power, he was ultimately too shallow and ignorant in the path of cultivation!
The feeling was like opening a brand new door in front of him, revealing a strange and fantastical new world.
The extent of the shock and impact can be imagined.
After a long while, Shen Jiusong couldn't restrain his inner emotions any longer and asked in a low voice, "Ning Palace Master, do you think there is a chance for me to become a true cultivator in this lifetime?"
Ning Siyu paused for a moment, her words carrying deep meaning. "With your own efforts, perhaps there is a glimmer of hope, but if someone is willing to lend you a hand and help you merely step onto the path of the Elemental Dao, it is definitely within reach."
Shen Jiusong's heart trembled, and his gaze subconsciously turned towards Su Yi, who was meditating on the mountaintop.
After a while, he bowed respectfully to Ning Siyu and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Ning Palace Master. I understand!"
Ning Siyu didn't say much more. Some things were better left unsaid. Whether Shen Jiusong could seize this opportunity depended on Su Yi's intentions.
Half an hour later.
The two of them collected over five hundred intact beaks of the Ghost-faced Blood Hawks from the piles of corpses, forming a small mountain of golden beaks.
This was a rare third-grade spiritual material that could be ground into powder for medicinal use or used in refining tools to nourish the spiritual nature of weapons.
In Great Zhou, even just this pile of beaks could be exchanged for at least one hundred third-grade spiritual stones!
On the distant mountaintop.
Su Yi continued to meditate, surrounded by strands of Dao aura, motionless like a rock.
Ning Siyu and Shen Jiusong could only continue to wait.
Another half an hour passed.
Before Su Yi could awaken from his meditation, a series of sonic booms suddenly resounded in the distance, between the heavens and earth.