Translator: CinderTL
Xu Sanyan lifted her closer to his lips, his crimson tongue darting out to gently kiss her delicate neck. His fangs scraped against her skin, as if searching for the perfect spot to bite.
The sight was utterly perverse, filling Zheyun's heart with boundless terror. She sensed this man was deranged, only intensifying her fear.
"Please... spare me... If you let me go, I-I'll pay you! I have plenty of spirit stones—you can have them all!" Zheyun pleaded frantically, feeling the slight sting on her neck and realizing her life hung by a thread.
Xu Sanyan's pitch-black eyes locked onto hers, a slow smile spreading across his lips. His grin grew increasingly unrestrained until he burst into wild laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
Abruptly, his smile vanished, his expression turning icy as he glared at her. "You want me to spare you? But have you ever spared me?"
Even after fleeing into the Chaotic Cloud Mountains, these people still wouldn't leave him alone, denying him a moment's peace.
Confused and trembling, Zheyun asked, "What do you mean? I've never wronged you. This is a feud between the Wang Family and the Qian Kingdom. I'm willing to pay for my life."
She saw Xu Sanyan as just another member of the Wang Family. Though their families were sworn enemies, the conflict hadn't personally touched them. Letting her go would earn him a substantial amount of spirit stones—what was there to lose?
"Oh, no personal connection?" Xu Sanyan sneered, leaning close to her ear. "Weren't you here to find me?"
Before the words had fully left his lips, his fangs pierced her neck. Essence blood surged through the fangs into his body, rapidly healing his wounds.
Zheyun's eyes widened in terror, her mind blank. She stared blankly at Xu Sanyan, struggling to speak, but could only manage a meaningless whimper.
"Ugh... you're... Xu..."
Snap!
Xu Sanyan twisted her head, breaking her neck. The motion silenced her and allowed his fangs to sink deeper.
Zheyun's eyes instantly lost their color, becoming hollow and empty. Her once smooth, fair skin withered as her essence blood drained away.
In a mere instant, a delicate beauty had perished, reduced to a withered corpse. Even in death, her shrunken face bore an expression of profound disbelief.
She couldn't believe she was dying, nor could she accept that the man before her was the very target she had been hunting.
Snap~
With a firm grip, Xu Sanyan crushed the withered corpse into dust that scattered across the ground. A dignified princess, reduced to nothingness even after death.
This method was no better than the White Dragon Temple's earlier actions.
"Ah~"
Xu Sanyan tilted his head back and exhaled deeply, his ribs and arms already fully restored.
The mottled barrier of light completely dissipated, having lasted less than an hour.
Retreating from his dao body, he casually picked up Zheyun's storage pouch and then turned to collect the remaining four. Without time to inspect them, he cast his gaze upward.
The battle between the two continued unabated. The vast golden light blazed like a radiant sun, painting the entire sky in golden hues.
The great elder stood suspended in mid-air, his treasured sword hovering beside him, a golden arc trailing behind it like a shimmering tail that swayed rhythmically.
Nine small swords orbited the great elder in slow rotation, their fiery golden radiance transforming him into a celestial deity.
In contrast, the nine Wang Family cultivators lay paralyzed on the ground, their spiritual power completely drained. They couldn't even twitch a finger, utterly drained by the golden swords.
The remaining Soul Refinement Cultivators from the Wang Family were engaged in combat with the Qian Kingdom forces.
Most of the Qian Kingdom cultivators were at the Dao Seeking Realm. Despite their numerical advantage, they could only manage a stalemate. The final outcome would depend on the great elder's duel in the sky.
The Daoist Nun stood facing him from afar, electric arcs flickering across her azure sword, though noticeably weaker than before.
Xu Sanyan narrowed his eyes, spotting a long gash on the Daoist Nun's sleeve, crimson blood staining her Daoist Robe.
The great elder gazed at her arm, a faint smile curving his lips. "Miss Mei, what do you think of my Nine Extremes Immortal Slaughtering Formation? Satisfied?"
"Hmph, mere parlor tricks," the Daoist Nun retorted, her heart sinking despite her disdainful expression.
"Hahahaha..."
The great elder shook his head, chuckling. "If that's the case, then please, Miss Mei, allow me to offer you another demonstration."
With a flourish, he formed a sword gesture with two fingers, channeling his spiritual power. A vast aura erupted, intensifying the golden light around them. The nine miniature swords circled, their tips converging on the Daoist Nun.
"Go!"
The great elder roared, and the swords shot forward with blinding speed, piercing the void to reach the Daoist Nun in an instant.
Below, Xu Sanyan's heart leaped. His eyes couldn't even track the blades. If such an attack were aimed at him, he doubted he could withstand a single strike.
"Void harmony realm..." Xu Sanyan murmured to himself. "Is this the power of a void harmony realm expert? Truly terrifying!"
The void harmony realm marked the initial connection to the Great Dao of heaven and earth. Yet how exactly this connection was forged, and what techniques it granted, remained a mystery to him.
Xu Sanyan knew one thing for certain: with his current strength, encountering a cultivator in the void harmony realm would mean certain death.
In this era where immortals had vanished and sages had retreated into seclusion, the void harmony realm represented the pinnacle of cultivation he could ever hope to witness—the apex of the cultivation world's pyramid.
Void harmony realm cultivators were exceedingly rare. Even a top-tier sect like the Harmonious Heart Demonic Sect openly claimed only three such masters.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar shattered Xu Sanyan's thoughts. Two beams of light—one golden, the other azure—collided violently in the sky.
The resulting shockwave swept across the land, uprooting entire forests and snapping ancient trees as thick as a man's torso in half, leaving behind a scene of apocalyptic devastation.
Boom~!!
For an instant, time seemed to freeze. In that fleeting moment, Xu Sanyan thought he glimpsed a hairline crack shimmering in the void, a fleeting glimpse of profound darkness before it vanished again.
The two opposing forces remained distinct as oil and water, two figures locked in mid-air combat, neither yielding an inch.
Below, the crowd scattered frantically, abandoning all other concerns. Anyone caught in the crossfire would likely be reduced to nothing more than scattered remains.
The great elder's maniacal laughter echoed across the heavens. "Hahahaha! Old Demon Woman, today is your death day!"
He dropped the pretense, abandoning the polite "Miss Mei" and addressing the Daoist Nun directly as "Old Demon Woman."
The Daoist Nun struggled to maintain her stance, her face contorted in a grimace as she forced out a few words through clenched teeth: "You forced my hand!"
Boom!
The moment the words left her lips, the Daoist Nun's body began to swell rapidly, as if being inflated. Something seemed to be sprouting and growing beneath her Daoist Robe.
Even her once-fair face began to bloat, fleshy tumors erupting across her skin in a grotesque patchwork of red and white, resembling rotting meat left out for days—utterly repulsive and terrifying.
Flesh and blood burst through the Daoist Robe, pale pink tumors of varying sizes covering her entire body, transforming her into a living corpse submerged in water.
Witnessing this transformation, Xu Sanyan's pupils dilated instantly, an indescribable horror gripping his heart. In that moment, he felt as if he had glimpsed something truly extraordinary—and utterly terrifying.
(End of the Chapter)
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