The young man stood amidst the fallen, the flames slowly dissipating as he resumed his calm demeanor.
The burning marks on the necks of his foes were a testament to the lethality and precision of his technique.
He looked down at the corpses, showing no emotion as he continued to collect the beast materials, his focus unwavering.
"They just wasted their lives," he muttered.
"Never unleash a killing intent if you can't back it up," he said to himself as he left the scene.
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Thud!!!
Cling!!!
Thud!!!
"He's a monster! Let's run away!" a big man shouted, trying to retreat.
"Escape? You wish," Zion Bluemoon said, removing the heart of the fleeing man with his bare hands.
"Ha ha ha," Zion laughed, wiping some blood from his face.
"I told all of you, don't mess with me. This place shall be your burial ground."
"Your bodies and souls shall nurture this place," Zion declared, unleashing his aura.
Zion stood in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by the dead bodies of about fifteen to twenty cultivators.
Around thirty more cultivators encircled him, their expressions a mix of fear and determination.
"He's just one boy! Let's attack together!" one of the men shouted.
"Supreme Wolf Mystic Arts: Heavenly Claws!" Zion roared.
With a powerful sweep of his hands, ethereal claws formed, glowing with a deadly purple light.
The claws moved with blinding speed, slicing through heads, hearts, and limbs of everyone within proximity.
Blood sprayed in all directions as bodies fell, lifeless, to the ground.
After killing everyone, Zion held the last person by the neck.
"Ple... please spare me," the man begged, peeing himself in fear.
"I am Zion Bluemoon. No one threatens to kill me and lives to tell the tale,"
Zion said coldly as he snapped the man's neck with a swift motion, dropping the lifeless body to the ground.
"I need to find Zane and Oasis as soon as possible. This place is dangerous; I need to protect them," Zion muttered to himself as he moved.
Zion moved swiftly, using the Wolf Monarch footwork to search for his brothers. After some time, he came across a large tree.
Below it lay the dead bodies of C-rank mystic beasts.
"Such precision... from the look of it, they were killed by one strike," Zion thought as he observed the bodies.
"Ha ha ha, fascinating. This place seems to be swarming with strong people," he said out loud.
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Back at the waterfall...
"Done. It's been some hours since I've been here; I ended up cultivating," Oasis thought.
"I've been wearing these weight artifacts ever since, and it's like they're no longer heavy, no matter how much mana I pour inside," he mused.
"Time for treasure and opportunity hunting," he smirked as he started moving.
"It's surprising that no one approached here the whole time I've been here," Oasis thought.
"First, I need to find Zane and Tyla," he decided.
Among the students who entered Tír na nÓg, the first instinct for survival was to look for other disciples of their family or friends.
"Amilia and Amiliana didn't enter, and neither did Mira," Oasis spoke in relief as he recalled speaking to them.
After moving a few meters...
From a distance, Oasis saw a glowing light.
"What's that?" he wondered as he approached.
"Wow, what is this herb? I've never seen this before," Oasis thought as he picked it.
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"Little brat, don't you dare touch this Grandpa's treasure!" a young man shouted as he approached Oasis.
"Sorry, Mr. Grandpa, but this herb doesn't have your name on it," Oasis replied.
"You court death!" the man yelled as he charged toward Oasis.
"Blazing Dragon Fist, First Form: Ember Strike," Oasis whispered, hitting the person on the forehead and leaving him unconscious.
"Damn, no peace," Oasis thought.
He removed the herb and put it in his bracelet, continuing to walk and pick plants as the sunset concluded the first day in Tír na nÓg.
Tír na nÓg is dangerous as it houses many different mystic creatures and cultivators from other kingdoms seeking treasures.
Unlike the students from Verdantia Kingdom, many cultivators from other kingdoms are adults, as the portal does not open in an academy like in Verdantia.
"I'm not tired. I don't need to rest; I need to find them," Oasis thought as he continued moving.
Oasis used his Wind Shift magic spell, as using Blazing Mirage Step or the Dancing Phoenix Technique would attract too much attention at night due to their trails of flames.
"Wow, it is smoother. Is it because I've reached a new realm since I last used it?" Oasis wondered, surprised by the efficiency of his Wind Shift.
"I need to find a wind-affinity technique," he thought.
For mages and martial artists, most footwork techniques of mages consume more mana compared to those of martial artists, as mages are born with more mana reserves.
Martial artists use less mana in their techniques, but Oasis was blessed with both.
As Oasis continued moving south from the waterfall...
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Boom!!!
The surrounding area slightly shook.
As Oasis reached the place where the impact came from, he found a large building that looked like a temple.
The building was beautiful, and in front of it were fresh dead bodies of people from different families, sects, or clans.
The moonlight made them visible, casting an eerie glow on the scene.
The temple stood majestically amidst the carnage, its intricate architecture gleaming in the moonlight.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and the faint glow of mana residues.
The bodies lay scattered, each one bearing marks of different techniques and weapons, a testament to the fierce battle that had taken place.
Oasis cautiously approached the temple, his senses on high alert.
The structure itself was grand, with tall pillars.
The entrance was flanked by statues of guardians, their eyes seeming to follow him as he moved.
"it seems they killed each other." Oasis thought, his gaze sweeping over the scene.
He stepped over the bodies, his eyes scanning for any signs of life or traps.
The ground was littered with remnants of spells and shattered artifacts, indicating the ferocity of the confrontation.
Oasis's heart pounded as he approached the temple doors, a mix of anticipation and caution.
He could feel the pulsing energy emanating from within. This was a place where treasures awaited, but so did foes.
Taking a deep breath, Oasis pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside, ready to face whatever lay within Tír na nÓg's ancient temple.