Cultivation: I Inherite The Strongest Account In A Sect Simulator

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Yan Minghui's gaze towards Jiang Yiming had turned completely cold.

"Sect leader Jiang, tell me your final choice now."

"I will only say that you should stop daydreaming!" Jiang Yiming shook his head indifferently, his expression calm.

His indifferent appearance instantly infuriated Yan Minghui.

He angrily sneered, "Good, good! Yan Fei, it seems that sect leader Jiang doesn't think much of the Huoyun Sect. Tell me, what should we do?"

Yan Fei immediately understood and sneered as well, "What else can we do? Naturally, we have to let those who don't think much of us know how powerful we are!"

"That's right. The lot of you, let sect leader Jiang learn."

When the Huoyun Sect members heard him say "the lot of you", they understood what he meant.

Everyone immediately stood forward. It was clear that their tactic was to outnumber them.

Yan Fei looked at Jiang Yiming and smiled disdainfully, "Sect leader Jiang, please enlighten us."

Jiang Yiming was about to speak when Huang Zhaoyu stood forward instead, "Master, there's no need to use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken. Let me handle it."

"Very well," Jiang Yiming didn't refuse.

It was just so that he wanted to see how Huang Chaoyu's actual combat ability was.

The opponents were many, and there were seven or eight Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.

However, Huang Chaoyu had cultivated the Green Lotus Creation Technique, so her spiritual energy was far stronger than the ordinary.

In addition to the Nine Heavens Mystic Phoenix Scripture, it wasn't difficult for her to fight against someone of a higher realm.

"Yes!"

After getting approval, Huang Chaoyu did not hesitate and suddenly threw a palm attack at Yan Fei.

Yan Fei had wanted to mock her, but he did not expect Huang Chaoyu to suddenly make a move.

Feeling the intense power, Yan Fei did not dare to underestimate her. He quickly circulated his spiritual energy to resist.

However, the moment he faced the palm attack, a surge of spiritual energy instantly surged into his body.

It was as if a huge mountain had suddenly descended, and it caused Yan Fei to turn pale with fright.

He did not even have the time to react before he was sent flying by this palm strike.

All of this happened in a flash. By the time the others came to their senses, Yan Fei was already motionless.

Everyone's expression instantly changed. Their eyes were filled with shock as they looked at Huang Chaoyu.

Huang Chaoyu was like a fierce tiger descending from the mountains. She struck out brazenly once again towards the crowd.

The opponents were flustered. They hurriedly made their moves to resist.

Unfortunately, they weren't Huang Chaoyu's match at all. They instantly fell into a disadvantageous position.

When Yan Minghui, who was watching the battle, saw this scene, he instantly became even more interested in Huang Chaoyu.

She was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm, yet she could fight seven to eight Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators at the same time.

"Interesting, a woman who can bring pleasant surprises."

The more Huang Chaoyu fought, the more vigorous she became. She could almost knock one opponent over with just one palm.

She was like Mount Tai coming down on them, unstoppable.

A moment later, all the people from the Huoyun Sect were knocked down to the ground.

"A bunch of trash!" Yan Minghui cursed coldly.

He didn't even look at those people from the Huoyun Sect. Instead, he stared at Huang Chaoyu with a burning gaze, "You're not bad. I'm getting more and more satisfied with you. Come back to the Huoyun Sect with me. I can make you stronger."

"Don't even think about it! If you keep looking at me like that, don't blame me for making a move," Huang Chaoyu glared at him with disgust, her voice cold.

"Making a move? I'd like to see how a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator like you can make a move against a Core Formation Realm cultivator like me!" As soon as he finished saying this, Yan Minghui's body had already disappeared from where he stood.

His entire being was like a whirlwind as he abruptly swept towards Huang Chaoyu.

"You're attacking my disciple? Do you think I don't exist?" Jiang Yiming, who was standing at the side, suddenly said. At the same time, he struck out with his palm towards Yan Minghui.

Yan Minghui felt the pressure coming from the side and immediately frowned.

At the same time, he circulated his spiritual energy and struck out with his palms.

Bang!

When their palms met, a gust of violent wind instantly stirred.

Yan Minghui lost control of his body and was forced back more than ten steps.

Jiang Yiming, on the other hand, was as steady as Mount Tai and stood quietly on the spot.

"Core Formation Realm?!" After his body stabilized, Yan Minghui raised his head and looked at Jiang Yiming in shock.

Jiang Yiming's expression was calm. He didn't deny or admit anything.

Seeing his expression, Yan Minghui suddenly laughed excitedly, "I didn't expect that there would be a Core Formation Realm expert in a down and out sect. That's great. This way, I can display my full strength. I hope you won't let me down too much!"

Yan Minghui's voice suddenly became excited.

With this, he formed a seal with both hands and shouted in a low voice, "Thousand Fires Burning Prairie!"

In an instant, dozens of huge fireballs suddenly condensed in front of Yan Minghui.

The surrounding temperature instantly skyrocketed, and everyone felt as if they were in a sea of fire.

The fireballs spiraled and danced, then condensed into a huge fireball that smashed towards Jiang Yiming.

"This is the unique ultimate skill of the Huoyun Sect, the Thousands Fire Burning Prairie. It's your honor to die from this move," Yan Minghui's lips curled into a cold smile.

Facing the fireball that was descending from the sky, Jiang Yiming's expression was calm.

"It's just an insignificant skill, what's there to be proud of?"

With a light laugh, Jiang Yiming watched as the fireball descended from the sky and slowly pointed a finger at it.

In that instant, the world seemed to have paused for a short moment.

A desolate, bleak, and chaotic feeling instantly enveloped everyone.

Boundless spiritual energy crazily surged into that finger like a hundred rivers converging.

"Chaos Finger!"

As that finger gently tapped on the fireball, an incomparably violent wind instantly swept the world.

The spiritual energy was like a violent storm as it instantly engulfed the huge fireball.

Seeing this scene, Yan Minghui's expression instantly changed drastically.

A fatal sense of danger instantly surged from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

Before he could react, the aftershock from the collision had already flipped him onto the ground.

"No, this is impossible!" Yan Minghui's entire body trembled, and his expression was filled with shock.

A trace of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth, and his robes were extremely disheveled.

He had completely lost his elegant and graceful appearance from before.

"Impossible? The impossible is yet to come," The corners of Jiang Yiming's mouth held a smile as he slowly walked towards Yan Minghui.

Yan Minghui instantly felt as if he had been doused with a basin of cold water, and he instantly became much more clear-headed.

He looked at Jiang Yiming with fear, unwillingness, and anger.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be smug. Just you wait!"

Before Jiang Yiming could reply, Yan Minghui had taken out a land-shrinking talisman from his sleeve.

With this, Yan Minghui instantly turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

Everyone was stunned when they saw that he had escaped the next second after saying such vicious words.

Those from the Huoyun Sect who were still conscious subconsciously wanted to curse.

However, they suddenly remembered that Jiang Yiming was beside them, so they quickly suppressed their profanities.

They only had one wish, and that was to not be noticed by Jiang Yiming.

"Master, how should we deal with these people?" At this moment, Huang Chaoyu suddenly said.

Hearing this, the people of the Huoyun Sect immediately felt their hearts in their throats.

Facing Jiang Yiming's sweeping gaze, they quickly lowered their heads like quails.

"Kill them all," Jiang Yiming's soft voice fell, but it was like a giant hammer smashing into their hearts.

Some who were timid immediately fainted.