Chapter 152: Must Die

A gaggle of Qi Condensation cultivators was, by nature, insignificant. However, these particular ants seemed to share a connection with the man holding the supreme treasure. A subtle, predatory curve lifted the corner of Wen Yu’s mouth.

He smiled, his eyes drifting to Gong Qi, who stood nearby. “Fellow Daoist Gong Qi,” Wen Yu purred. “Why not join forces with me to slaughter this old wretch? Afterward, we can discuss how to divide the treasure. What do you say?”

Seeing Wen Yu lock onto him again, Gong Qi shot him a sideways glance. “Watch yourself, or I’ll smash you into paste with one punch, you damn sissy.” Gong Qi spat on the ground. “Get lost! This is business for the righteous Sects. What the hell does it have to do with you?”

Wen Yu’s expression froze. His pale features twisted in humiliation. A flash of venomous resentment darted through his eyes. “So,” he hissed, “it seems the two of you intend to bully the weak with numbers?”

Gong Qi grinned savagely. “Since you knew this place was crawling with righteous cultivators, yet still dared to show your face, you should be prepared to get ganged up on.” Gong Qi cracked his knuckles. “Wen Yu, you asked for this. Don’t worry—after you’re dead, I’ll find a nice ditch to bury you in and even hire a Master to chant some scriptures. I promise you won’t die peacefully!”

Wen Yu’s expression fluctuated wildly. He opened his mouth to retort but swallowed the words. His gaze toward Gong Qi was thick with murderous intent.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Gong Qi mocked, making a crude throat-slitting gesture. “If you don’t know what’s good for you, I’ll kill you myself. Scram!”

Wen Yu let out a cold, hollow laugh. He turned his sights to Deng Wu. “Fellow Daoist Deng Wu, how about this: the supreme treasure goes to you, and the Yellow Sand King goes to me?”

Deng Wu looked at him with dead eyes. “Fellow Daoist Wen, save your breath. Don’t humiliate yourself and become a laughingstock for the world.”

Deng Wu’s rejection was well within Wen Yu’s calculations. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Deng Wu couldn’t possibly agree. If he did, the Qingyun Sect would become the butt of every joke in the cultivation world.

“If you are unwilling, then forget it. I won’t force you,” Wen Yu said lightly. He turned his smiling gaze toward Li Meng. “Fellow Daoist, you hold a hot potato. You are already the target of public attack. Why not cooperate with me to break out of this encirclement?”

Li Meng glanced at Wen Yu, his face devoid of emotion. “Are you finished?”

Wen Yu frowned slightly, falling silent.

“Then die.” Li Meng’s expression suddenly turned ferocious. His entire body erupted with a blinding, opulent golden light.

Wen Yu had glanced at the Tianshi Mansion cultivators. He must die. A ten-zhang Golden Geng Spirit Sword condensed from thin air. It shot toward Wen Yu with the force of a collapsing mountain. Before the blade even arrived, the violent sword qi was already shredding the air.

Li Meng’s sudden, explosive aggression gave Wen Yu a massive fright. “Old wretch, you have a death wish!” Wen Yu laughed in sheer anger. A mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator dared to treat him like a soft persimmon to be squeezed?

Wen Yu’s hands flew through seal formations. His entire body dissolved into a churning cloud of blood. “Heaven Demon Hand!” A gigantic, crimson hand extended from the blood cloud. It clawed viciously at the incoming spirit sword.

Seeing this, Li Meng offered a cold sneer. He flicked his sleeve. Whoosh! Hundreds of Golden Geng Spirit Swords instantly materialized. They swept toward the Blood Blade Sect cultivators like a golden tidal wave. The sky was blotted out by sword shadows.

BOOM! The giant blood hand slammed into the massive ten-zhang spirit sword. Dual-colored Spiritual Power detonated on impact. Ring after ring of shockwaves rippled outward, distorting the air.

Almost simultaneously, the torrent of smaller spirit swords washed over the Blood Blade Sect’s ranks. The demonic cultivators hurriedly activated their artifacts for defense. But it was useless. Those at the early Foundation Establishment stage were obliterated in a single encounter. Only those at the mid-stage could hold on for a few desperate breaths.

Li Meng’s hands formed a seal. The space around him blazed with golden light. More swords. More. Nearly a thousand Golden Geng Spirit Swords condensed behind him, forming a terrifying, geometric sword formation. Just looking at it from afar made one’s hair stand on end.

“This… what sword art is this?” “Could he be a sword cultivator?” “Impossible! I don’t see a life-bound flying sword!” The combat power Li Meng unleashed terrified the onlookers. Each spirit sword was extraordinary. They radiated a profound, ancient intent of heaven and earth. And the Qi cost… Nearly a thousand spirit swords? That man was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage. How could he possibly possess such a deep ocean of Qi?

Li Meng flicked his sleeve forward. “Go!” A thousand swords streaked through the sky like a golden rainbow. The swarm dyed the heavens and the earth in a monochromatic gold. It looked a bit gaudy, perhaps even ostentatious. But it was undeniably magnificent. One sword to break ten thousand spells; ten thousand swords to rule the cosmos.

“Blood Son, save us!” The rainbow of sword qi ravaged the Blood Blade Sect’s formation. Wherever the light passed, miserable screams echoed. Severed limbs and shattered bodies rained down from the sky. A few Blood Blade Sect cultivators managed to turn and flee toward the horizon. The sword swarm split. One stream became two. Two became four. They chased down the targets with predatory precision. In less than two breaths, they caught up. A final scream pierced the air, and then the fleeing figures vanished forever.

“Old wretch, I want you dead!” Everything had happened within the span of five breaths. The blood clouds churned violently. The giant blood hand seemed to solidify, becoming denser and darker. It grabbed the massive ten-zhang spirit sword with crushing force. CRACK! The spirit sword shattered with a thunderous crash. But the blood hand shattered along with it. Violent Spiritual Power exploded, sweeping uncontrollably through the heavens and the earth.