Chapter 238: The Terrifying Elder Sha Zui! Huh? There’s Another Expert!?
“You…?”
Zhao Batian stared fixedly at “Xiao Qingge.” For reasons he couldn’t explain, an aura of extreme, primal danger radiated from her—a predator hidden in sheep’s clothing.
Suddenly, “Xiao Qingge’s” appearance began to shift.
Under the watchful eyes of Zhao Batian and Li Qingyu, the petite, graceful figure melted away, replaced by a tall, elegant woman clad in simple white gauze. Her demeanor was serene, but beneath the surface lurked a terrifying, venomous intent.
“You are… the Heavenly Void Sect’s Second Seat, Elder Sha Zui?!”
Both Zhao Batian and Li Qingyu recognized her instantly.
“Playing along with your little drama was exhausting. However…”
Sha Zui smiled, an expression as innocent as a blooming flower. “Knowing I can now slaughter to my heart’s content makes the effort worthwhile.”
She turned her gaze to Han Lie. “Elder Lin, we were just discussing the opportunity to slaughter the Sun Moon Sect together. I didn’t expect the day to arrive so soon.”
Han Lie nodded with a light chuckle. “In that case, I will trouble Senior Sha Zui to break this Nine Heavens Silver Lightning Array first.”
“A mere snap of the fingers.”
Sha Zui took a single, graceful step forward.
Hum!
A purplish-black mist erupted from her body, spreading outward with terrifying speed. It carried a sinister, bone-chilling coldness that seemed to freeze the soul.
“Not good! Retreat!”
“Do not let the mist touch you!”
At Zhao Batian’s shout, Li Qingyu and the Sun Moon Sect disciples scrambled backward in a panic.
Hiss! Hiss!
The mist moved faster than wind. In just a few breaths, it swallowed the entire City Lord’s Manor. It didn’t stop there—it expanded relentlessly, consuming street after street.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the entirety of Dragon City was shrouded in the deadly purple haze.
Gurgle…
As the millions of citizens looked up in confusion, the mist coalesced into countless grotesque, spectral arms. They reached out from the fog, grasping at anything living.
The moment a spectral hand touched a victim, their vitality was instantly drained. In the blink of an eye, robust men and women withered into desiccated husks, their essence sucked dry.
Wails of agony erupted across the city. It was a chorus of ghosts, a symphony of despair as tens of millions of lives were harvested like wheat.
The stolen vitality flowed back to Sha Zui, feeding her essence. Her aura swelled, growing more vibrant and terrifying by the second. Han Lie could clearly feel her power climbing toward a new peak.
“Holy…”
Even Han Lie was stunned by the sheer scale of her cruelty. Without flashy explosions or earth-shattering spells, she was harvesting millions of lives in minutes. They weren’t just casualties; they were fuel for her ascension.
“Damn bastard!”
Looking at the city turning into a graveyard, Zhao Batian’s eyelids twitched violently.
“This is the Heavenly Void Sect’s Elder Sha Zui?!”
Li Qingyu and the disciples were paralyzed with horror. Looking down at the elegant woman in white, they felt the cold hand of death gripping their hearts. They had heard rumors of her brutality, but seeing it firsthand was a nightmare made flesh.
“Heh. How many of our cities has the Sun Moon Sect slaughtered? Consider this a small token of reciprocation. No need to make a fuss, Holy Son.”
Sha Zui maintained her serene smile.
Then, she flicked her wrist. The mist covering the city surged upward, condensing into several colossal, sky-covering hands. An overwhelming aura of death locked onto the group in the air.
Even from a distance, Li Qingyu felt her vitality slipping away.
“Retreat!” she screamed, fleeing without hesitation.
If a Nascent Soul expert like her couldn’t withstand the aura, the Golden Core disciples didn’t stand a chance. In front of Sha Zui, calling them ants would be a compliment.
Despite the warning, it was too late. The Golden Core disciples withered in mid-air, their bodies turning to husks before they even hit the ground.
“Your turn, Holy Son.”
Sha Zui smiled gently and flicked a finger.
The colossal spectral hands converged on Zhao Batian from all directions, crushing the space around him like paper.
Crack! Crack!
“Turning my plan against me? Did you really think I wouldn’t guard against this?”
Facing the apocalyptic attack, Zhao Batian showed no fear. “This is Dragon City. I have the absolute home-field advantage!”
“Originally, I just wanted Han Lie’s life. But since the Heavenly Void Sect insists on delivering such a grand gift, it would be rude of me to refuse.”
“Grand Elder! It is time!”
“Hmm?! Another expert?”
Both Han Lie and Sha Zui were startled.
A rough, booming voice echoed from the void, carrying a pressure that threatened to crush the sky.
“Sha Zui. It has been many years. Your cultivation hasn’t improved much.”
Crack! Crack!
The temperature plummeted instantly.
The spectral hands—capable of crushing space itself—froze mid-air, turned into massive sculptures of ice.
A burly figure, built like a mountain, stepped out of the void. With a casual clench of his fist, the frozen hands shattered into dust.
“Ugh…!”
Sha Zui let out a muffled groan, her aura dimming significantly.
“Senior Sha Zui, are you alright?” Han Lie rushed to support her.
“Thank you. I am fine.”
After steadying herself, Sha Zui glared at the newcomer.
“Is this Grand Elder Bing He strong?” Han Lie asked, feeling a suffocating pressure radiating from the man. He couldn’t even gauge the enemy’s cultivation.
“He’s alright,” Sha Zui said through gritted teeth. “Just late Soul Formation Stage. But with our current strength… we are no match for him.”
“………”
Han Lie’s pupils contracted to pinpoints.
What cultivation?
Late Soul Formation?!
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