Chapter 239: General Against General
Trouble. Big trouble.
We cannot run toward Li Youci!
The Song and Yang coalition hadn’t just deployed this formation for him. It was a pincer movement.
They wouldn’t kill a True Disciple, but if Li Youci were captured, Zhou Kai would be checkmated at every turn.
True Disciple versus True Disciple. Guardian versus Guardian. In Calamity Abyss Valley, the hierarchy of rules was absolute!
“Qianyuan!” Zhou Kai roared.
Mo Qianyuan didn’t hesitate. Her wrist flicked, Talismans dancing like butterflies at her fingertips.
A charged Gold Light Talisman shot from her hand, streaking straight into the zenith!
BOOM!
A second sun detonated in the sky. Blinding golden radiance tore through the baleful mist, dyeing the valley in brilliant amber.
The distress signal.
“Gao Feihuang and Su Xuan will vector to the signal. We retreat in the opposite direction!” Zhou Kai signaled Shen Hanyi.
Before the words faded, his left arm swept out, snatching Fish Baibai from his shoulder and securing her against his chest. His Qi detonated underfoot, transforming him into a streak of rainbow light.
Shen Hanyi was silent. Her silver-white sword cleared its sheath with a clang, the sword light lifting her and Mo Qianyuan into a parallel streak of speed.
“Running?” Song Jun’s lips curled in a mockery of a smile. He blurred, leaving a trail of afterimages. “Naive.”
Yang Zikun’s face was a mask. He took a single step, ripples spreading under his boot. He flickered, reappearing a hundred zhang closer.
The gap was less than a thousand zhang. Eight figures pressed in, their Killing Intent a rising tide, the encirclement tightening like a noose.
Battle hunger surged in Shen Hanyi’s eyes. The dark red vortex in her pupils spun faster, threatening to devour reason.
Her Sword Intent pierced the mist.
“Don’t be impulsive!” Zhou Kai shouted, his voice urgent. “They have numbers, and they are all old foxes! If they hid their strength like Su Xuan and Gao Feihuang, we die here today!”
As he spoke, Song Jun and Yang Zikun appeared a hundred zhang away, hovering in the air, looking down like gods judging ants.
“To kill two insects who just entered the Third Realm… why hide?” Song Jun said flatly.
Yang Zikun’s gaze swept over Zhou Kai’s team, then settled on the direction they had come from. “Senior Brother Song. Let us go find Junior Sister Youci. We should ensure she cannot recover her Vitality for at least a decade.”
Song Jun didn’t even look at Zhou Kai again. He spoke four words to the six Guardians behind him.
“Leave no one alive.”
At that instant, two vastly different auras tore the sky apart.
One was a piercing, violent red—like a wildfire consuming the prairie. Before the man arrived, his flamboyant, arrogant heat was already sizzling the mist.
The other was a gentle, oceanic green—silent, yet possessing an unstoppable, tidal momentum that smoothed the chaotic energies.
“Yo! So lively?”
Gao Feihuang’s peach-blossom eyes narrowed. His bright red robes snapped in the wind, his arrogance peaking.
“Did the little whelps slip their chains? Why are they barking so loudly here?”
Su Xuan stood on the other flank, a jade flute spinning idly in his fingers. His gaze swept the field, instantly dissecting the tactical situation.
Without a word, the two shifted, blocking the path of the six enemy Guardians.
Seizing the respite, Zhou Kai fired a mental message. “Status on Youci?”
“Secure,” Su Xuan’s voice echoed in his mind, steady as bedrock. “I was prepared. When the signal flared, I activated the Array Flags. The Water Moon Grand Array is active. Unless a Golden Core Grand Perfection arrives personally, they won’t find a trace of her for three days.”
Zhou Kai’s heart settled.
Song Jun and Yang Zikun glanced back cold, then accelerated, vanishing into the mist to hunt the decoy.
“That meathead playing with his body… he is mine!” Gao Feihuang’s eyes lit up, locking onto Wu Chao, the Viscera Refining Mid-Stage cultivator.
Li Youci’s intel flashed in Zhou Kai’s mind: Wu Chao. Song Family Death Warrior. Cultivates the ‘Unmovable Boulder Body’. His body is a Dharma Treasure. Caution.
Gao Feihuang cackled, transforming into a blood-red streak. “This Young Master loves playing with iron lumps!”
In an instant, the field cleared. Only Zhou Kai, Shen Hanyi, and Su Xuan remained, facing five Golden Core Guardians brimming with murder.
Su Xuan’s voice rang in their Consciousness Seas.
“On the surface, they are Early-Stage. Assume deception.”
“Kill one first. Open the gap. Junior Brother, Junior Sister… buy me one breath.”
“Done!” Zhou Kai and Shen Hanyi responded in unison.
Su Xuan raised the warm jade flute to his lips.
There was no earth-shattering boom. Only a faint, almost imperceptible melody—like a clear mountain spring, or a lover’s whisper in a dream.
Mirage Illusion Sound.
The moment the note played, Shen Hanyi moved!
She stepped forward, the abyss in her eyes spinning. Twelve flying swords materialized with a metallic shwing, exploding with gold-white light!
Zhou Kai willed his Cicada Robe Doppelganger out. It separated silently, cloaked in stealth, all killing intent suppressed to zero.
Of the five enemy Guardians, four suddenly stalled.
Their eyes glazed over, becoming hollow and vacant as their souls were dragged into the illusion.
But one man remained lucid. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. His Qi erupted, and a phantom bell appeared in his Consciousness Sea, forcefully repelling the sonic attack!
“Zheng Pinxian! You hid your cultivation!” Su Xuan’s face paled slightly. He hadn’t expected such soul tenacity.
This was Song Tiancheng’s personal Protector. He had masqueraded as an Early-Stage cultivator, but the pressure he released now was undeniably Mid-Stage!
“Petty tricks!”
Zheng Pinxian ignored the illusion, charging straight for the caster, Su Xuan!
But he was met by Shen Hanyi’s flying swords.
His earth-yellow Qi condensed into heavy armor. He tanked the swords head-on, sparks flying with the sound of grinding metal. His speed barely dipped!
BOOM!
Two Talismans in Zhou Kai’s hand detonated!
Heaven-Breaking Shocking Thunder Talisman! Golden Astral Great Sword Talisman!
Third-Grade High-Tier. Mo Qianyuan’s masterpieces. Powered by Golden Core Qi, they were lethal threats even to a Mid-Stage cultivator.
Purple lightning and astral sword energy braided together, tearing the air as they rushed Zheng Pinxian’s face!
Zheng Pinxian’s pupils shrank. He sensed the danger. Tanking this would mean severe injury.
He aborted his charge, summoning an ancient bronze shield to block.
Now!
Su Xuan’s gaze locked onto the weakest of the four entranced Guardians.
The flute melody shifted instantly—from an enchanting dream to a Nine Nether Demon Sound!
The target shuddered violently. His hollow eyes filled with absolute terror, as if witnessing the end of the world. His eyes bulged, corners splitting as blood tears streamed down his face.
He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
Then, he went limp. His Vitality was severed. He fell from the sky like a stone.
Dead.
No wounds. No struggle. Just… gone.
Instant Kill.
BOOM!
Thunder and sword energy slammed into Zheng Pinxian’s shield. The shockwave jolted the remaining three Guardians awake.
They looked around, dazed. They saw their comrade’s corpse. They saw Su Xuan, pale but holding his flute like a scythe.
Terror filled their eyes.
Su Xuan lowered the flute. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his breath short.
“Mental consumption is high,” he said calmly. “Leave Zheng Pinxian to me.”
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