My Five Bigshot Seniors: I am The Most Coddled Junior!-Chapter 500 - 180: [Second Update]

Just by seeing this scene, Si Lin and Yue Zhao basically confirmed that the person below was the organization leader mentioned by the previous man. The two exchanged a glance, Si Lin waved his hand, and a talisman was tossed out by him, a blue light lit up in mid-air, this was the agreed signal.

Having done this, he and Yue Zhao both jumped down from the rooftop.

Qian Yishan was practicing his skills when he suddenly heard the sound of tiles shattering. As he opened his eyes, a golden light approached him. Instinctively, he leaned back, and the golden Sword Qi passed right by his nose, leaving him drenched in cold sweat.

Taking advantage of this moment, Yue Zhao lifted two girls kneeling beside Qian Yishan and brought them outside the room. Both girls had already fainted and were unaware of what was happening. Yue Zhao retrieved an Array Plate from the Qiankun Ring, activated it, and placed it beside the two to protect them. Only then did he turn around to deal with the guards charging at him. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Since this was the Blood Spirit Organization’s base, there were naturally many guards. After realizing something was wrong in Qian Yishan’s room, they rushed over immediately. These guards had quite high cultivation, most at the Golden Immortal Realm, but they were no match for Yue Zhao.

A flash of light appeared in Yue Zhao’s hand as the Flowing Light Zither appeared. He looked at the guards running at him, his lips slightly curled, but his gaze remained icy. His hands moved slightly on the zither, and a strange melody began to play.

The guards who were originally charging toward Yue Zhao suddenly froze in place. As the music changed, their eyes went from clear to dull, their pupils clouded as if something was covering them.

Then, an astonishing scene unfolded: these guards, weapons in hand, began attacking their comrades beside them.

In an instant, all the guards were battling amongst themselves, leaving Yue Zhao’s side exceptionally peaceful.

In the room, Si Lin and Qian Yishan were wrestling.

Si Lin’s cultivation was slightly lower than Qian Yishan’s, but regardless of his cultivation technique or swordsmanship, he was more skilled, and his combat experience was not at all inferior to Qian Yishan’s. This prevented him from falling behind in their fight.

Initially, Qian Yishan didn’t pay much attention to Si Lin because he looked young and dressed like a disciple from a major sect. In his mind, major sect disciples were precious and generally lacked battle experience, making them no match for him at the same cultivation level.

But after exchanging dozens of moves with Si Lin, he realized he was wrong. The man before him was completely different from any major sect disciple he had encountered. His combat experience was extremely rich, possibly even more than his own, and his reactions were numerous. The opponent’s swordsmanship was incredibly impressive, and most crucially, he clearly understood Sword Intent, which was alarming for him.

Given their situation, the longer the battle dragged on, the more it was to his disadvantage. His eyes shifted, having initially used only sixty percent of his immortal power, he immediately increased it, making his attacks more fierce, with the intent to quickly take down Si Lin and end this combat.

Si Lin naturally saw through Qian Yishan’s plan, but he was not worried at all. Besides his cultivation, he also had many auxiliaries. Before coming, Gu Qingqing had shared many talismans with them. Seeing Qian Yishan intensify his attacks, he immediately took out a talisman and threw it at Qian Yishan during the fighting.

Qian Yishan didn’t expect Si Lin to have so many high-level talismans. In that moment, besides anger, he felt intense jealousy toward a sect disciple like Si Lin. Fueled by this jealousy, his strikes became even more ruthless.

Though Si Lin had a slightly lower cultivation than Qian Yishan, and despite sustaining some injuries, they were nothing compared to Qian Yishan’s wounds. The talismans he tossed included all sorts of effects. Qian Yishan was electrocuted, frozen, and burned, leaving numerous marks on him, blending various sensations, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

They stalemated for a while, and Si Lin accidentally discovered a flaw in Qian Yishan. His eyes lit up, and during the subsequent attacks, he consistently targeted Qian Yishan’s chest. Although Qian Yishan kept dodging, he would still get hit by Si Lin, resulting in several bloody wounds on his chest, significantly decreasing his attack power.

In the courtyard, the guards were amidst mutual slaughter. In no time, half were killed, and the remaining half continued battling each other, quickly leading to more deaths. Yue Zhao never had to lift a finger, and his surroundings remained pristine without a single guard’s corpse.

Outside the courtyard, Gu Qingqing and the others split up, each facing a dozen guards. These guards were not as highly cultivated as those in Qian Yishan’s courtyard. The strongest being only at the Golden Immortal Middle Stage, they were no match for Gu Qingqing and the others. Even though they numbered in the dozens, they couldn’t contend.

With Gu Qingqing’s Mixed Immortal Silk and her unpredictable Word Spirit Technique, she quickly cleared her surroundings. Nan Hua’s one array after another handled the guards effortlessly. He didn’t need to prepare any powerful arrays; even small arrays exhausted these people.

Mu Chen weaved through the crowd, his Red Flame Spear taking a life with each strike.

A silver scimitar flew back and forth among the crowd, leaving slender bloody traces on necks, as Jun Wu stood beside Gu Qingqing, preventing any guards from approaching.

Chi Lan Ting, protected by Nan Hua’s array, could see the scene outside. Watching one guard after another fall under Gu Qingqing and the others’ attacks, he appeared extremely excited, his eyes gleaming brilliantly. If one looked closely, they would spot a faint dark red glow in his eyes, but it faded instantly, leaving no one to notice.

In the room, Si Lin’s Dragon Capturing Sword pierced through Qian Yishan’s chest. Qian Yishan’s eyes widened, staring at his chest as he spat out fresh blood, his gaze on Si Lin filled with resentment and unwillingness. Unfortunately, this emotion only persisted for a few breaths before he lost his vitality. As Si Lin pulled out the Dragon Capturing Sword, Qian Yishan’s body collapsed heavily onto the ground.

After confirming Qian Yishan’s death, Si Lin breathed a sigh of relief, found a handkerchief to wipe the blood off the Dragon Capturing Sword, and then, sword in hand, walked out of the room.

In the courtyard, Yue Zhao had just put away his Flowing Light Zither. Not far from him was a ground littered with corpses, each death extremely tragic. Upon seeing Si Lin emerge, he raised an eyebrow at him.

"Is it over?"