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Chapter 112: I'm Going to Start a Bloody Rampage
Chapter 112: I’m Going to Start a Bloody Rampage
Boom! Boom!
A deafening thunderclap split the sky as a streak of light hurtled through the air, pursued by over a dozen identical trails of light.
Inside the fleeing streak, a black-robed youth with a shadowed face gritted his teeth, furiously channeling power into a Spirit Treasure in his hands—the "Void-Piercing Skyfaring Shuttle." This artifact amplified his speed several times over and allowed short-range spatial teleportation.
This was none other than Qin Tianhe, a True Transmission disciple of the Holy Sect.
But he was in terrible shape. Without the Skyfaring Shuttle, he’d likely already be dead.
Behind him, a group of Buddhist cultivators gave chase.
“These shameless bald bastards must’ve cheated!” Qin Tianhe roared as he fled. He’d realized something was off—their ability to track him so precisely, assembling so quickly, was unnatural. No matter how well he concealed his aura, they always found him.
He’d tried fighting back, but these monks weren’t pushovers. They worked in perfect unison, their combined techniques nearly matching his strength. Their leader, while slightly inferior to him, was still a formidable opponent.
Fighting them head-on was suicide. So Qin Tianhe did what he could—cursing them while fleeing at full speed.
“Disciple, your fate has arrived,” a Buddhist cultivator called out, his voice like rolling thunder. “The Subduing Dragon Temple urgently needs Bodhisattva Disciples. Join us as a guardian.”
“Your demonic sect uses human lives for cultivation, defying karmic merit and causality. Your sins are boundless. This is no place for purification. If you abandon darkness and embrace the Pure Land, you’ll hear the World-Honored One’s supreme teachings. Why cling to suffering in such a wretched sect?”
“Amitabha!”
Over a dozen monks chorused in unison. Their voices carried Buddhist scriptures, sending searing pain through Qin Tianhe’s skull, as if something were burrowing into his Spirit Sea.
“Trying to convert me!?”
Qin Tianhe’s face darkened. He surged his true energy, suppressing the chants while accelerating his flight.
The lead monk frowned. Another cultivator approached him. “Elder Brother Guangming, this one’s exceptionally skilled at escape. He won’t be easy to catch.”
Guangming shook his head. “Junior Brother, you don’t understand. Our temple urgently needs Bodhisattva Disciples. That’s why we’re here during this Daoist Contention War—to seize the chance to convert outsiders and strengthen our ranks. This one’s a True Transmission disciple of the Holy Sect. The harder they are to catch, the more valuable they are. Even capturing a Holy Sect disciple will earn the Bodhisattva’s protection.”
“Keep chasing!”
As Guangming commanded, the monks pressed forward.
Elsewhere in Jie Tian, similar scenes unfolded. Holy Sect disciples varied in strength—some, like Qin Tianhe, were elite True Transmissions, while others were mere Refining Qi Late Stage cultivators. Their fates varied too—some turned the tables and killed their pursuers, others were overwhelmed and died, and a few detonated themselves to take enemies with them.
But the Holy Sect was at a disadvantage. Their positions had been pinpointed in advance, ambushed by superior numbers. Their losses far exceeded those of the Dao Court and Pure Land.
In a desolate wilderness, sword light blazed.
Clang!
A Sword Core cleaved the void, and a tall, imposing woman strode forth, holding a severed head.
“Immortal Lady Miaozhen lives up to her reputation!” Wang Jinting of the Dao Court applauded. “This demonic True Transmission’s power was formidable. Without your intervention, he’d have been hard to defeat.”
“A mere demon. Easily crushed,” she replied coldly. “Now that my Divine Ability has matured, I seek to solidify my Foundation Building. These demons will serve as my sacrificial swords—dying for this purpose is their fortune.”
Outside Jie Tian, three True Monarchs sat in a triangular formation, their Dharma Bodies towering like mountains, their gazes piercing into the battlefield.
One Dharma Body suddenly laughed. “Qingcheng, it seems we’ve taken the lead this time!”
“Amitabha…”
The second Dharma Body intoned a Buddhist chant, his silence speaking volumes—victory seemed assured.
This time, they’d come prepared. Two Fruit-Rank Treasures had been deployed strategically, creating ambushes and outnumbering foes. They’d even enlisted a Sword Pavilion True Transmission as reinforcement. The plan had paid off beautifully.
Yet Qingcheng Feixue, the Holy Sect’s True Monarch, remained eerily calm amid the mockery from her rivals.
Her composure unsettled them.
Demonic sects were notorious for their ruthlessness and cunning. Both Jiangdong and Jiangxi had suffered under them. Qingcheng’s calmness was unnerving.
“But regardless, this is a three-way alliance against the demonic path.”
“The advantage is ours!”
Back in Jie Tian, Qin Tianhe’s expression turned savage. He’d been fleeing nonstop for half an hour, his energy nearly depleted.
Behind him, Guangming’s group closed in. Their combined light had fused into a golden dragon—a Divine Ability of the Pure Land’s Eightfold Bodhisattva Disciples, the Dragon Host, a formidable technique.
Qin Tianhe suddenly realized their ploy.
“These bald bastards… they’re using me as bait!”
They could’ve killed him anytime but kept him alive to lure others.
The thought almost made him laugh. Did they think the Holy Sect was full of altruistic fools who’d risk their lives to save comrades?
If anyone would come, it’d be someone seeking to use him as a shield.
Suddenly, a whistling sound split the sky.
“What is that?”
“Another Jiangbei demon!”
Both Guangming and Qin Tianhe looked up, one delighted at a new target, the other at a potential scapegoat.
Boom!
A streak of light plunged down like a meteor, shaking the heavens. When it landed, it split apart, revealing Lv Yang, his body wreathed in sword rainbows that stirred the surrounding Spirit Tide.
Qin Tianhe froze.
Guangming also hesitated, sensing the threat. He halted, calling out cautiously, “Which sect do you—”
Sword Core erupted—a flash, a slash!
The lead monk began, “I’ll block him, you—”
His voice choked in his throat. The world spun. His golden body, hardened over decades, shattered like paper.
One slash—decapitation.
Lv Yang’s expression remained calm. He didn’t know the Pure Land and Dao Court had allied, nor that the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion had sent a familiar face as reinforcement.
Under the True Monarchs’ gaze, he only knew one thing:
It was time to start a bloody rampage.
Every swing, every step, every spell—delivered with absolute ferocity. This was his message to the Holy Sect’s True Monarch.
(End of Chapter)
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