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Chapter 330: Brother Ye, I've Aveneged You!
Chapter 330: Brother Ye, I’ve Aveneged You!
At that moment, everyone froze in shock.
Cheng Xian and the other Human Immortals of the Mystic Spirit Realm couldn’t believe that an ordinary attack had actually killed someone. The Sword Pavilion faction, however, was stunned purely because Ye Xingfeng—of all people—had been slain.
Ye Guyue (Solitary Moon)’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Impossible!
Though Ye Xingfeng had only reached the Mid-Stage of Foundation Building and hadn’t yet perfected it, his possession of an exceptionally high-quality Sword Core meant his combat strength was formidable even among Mid-Stage cultivators.
How could he be mortally wounded in a single strike from Cheng Xian? It made no sense!
Realizing this, Ye Guyue’s gaze snapped toward Lv Yang, who wore an expression of grief. “It’s your doing! You dared to murder our Sword Pavilion’s True Man!”
“Fellow cultivator, don’t make wild accusations,” Lv Yang replied, his face heavy with sorrow. “Brother Ye and I had just formed a deep bond. We shared no grudges—why would I harm him?”
He thought these words would silence Ye Guyue.
But he underestimated the Sword Pavilion’s audacity. Her expression hardened with righteous fury as she declared, “Of course it’s because we wanted you dead!”
“You must have sensed our intentions toward Brother Ye and set this trap to kill him! You ungrateful free cultivator… you’re truly a Jiangbei fiend!”
Her words stunned Lv Yang, who stared at Ye Guyue. She remained utterly calm, convinced of her own righteousness. “Had you died, you would’ve been reborn with another chance to join our Sword Pavilion. Instead, you’ve proven yourself malicious beyond reason!”
“How ungrateful!”
As she spoke, killing intent flared in Ye Guyue’s eyes. Lv Yang, meanwhile, adopted an even more pained expression.
“Disciple Ye, Brother Ye’s death grieves me deeply too,” he sighed. “But with enemies before us, we must unite first. Let’s not lose sight of what matters most.”
“Hmph!”
Ye Guyue wasn’t foolish enough to provoke internal conflict at such a moment. Still, she distanced herself from Lv Yang, unwilling to fight alongside him.
Lv Yang feigned deeper wrong. What a pity. I can’t eliminate another opportunist right now.
—Ye Guyue’s suspicion was spot-on.
Precisely as she suspected.
Cheng Xian’s strike alone could never have slain Ye Xingfeng. Even caught off-guard, he wouldn’t have fallen to a single blow.
But Lv Yang’s involvement changed everything.
“The Sea of Sorrowful Affliction allows me to transform my body into an intangible mist, dispersing and reforming at will. My Divine Abilities cannot harm it, and the smoke from my Spiritual Body obscures divine senses entirely!”
Ye Xingfeng’s demise stemmed from this very technique. His divine perception clouded, he’d failed to detect Cheng Xian’s attack until the blow struck. By then, his combat prowess had been rendered useless—his body shattered before a single countermeasure could activate.
“This is for the pursuit you unleashed upon me in your past life within the Overseas Dominion!”
Shedding his mournful facade, Lv Yang withdrew his gaze from Ye Guyue’s retreating form. He’d never been in a hurry for vengeance. The future held endless opportunities.
Turning toward Cheng Xian, he saw the Human Immortal remained composed. To Cheng Xian, who lived or died mattered little—what mattered was that an enemy had fallen.
“At least one rival is gone. I’ve gained some breathing room.”
Cheng Xian glanced at Lv Yang before retreating decisively, shifting his focus toward Yu Shao. He’d target the weaker foe first.
“This opponent’s techniques are treacherous—I can’t defeat him quickly or reclaim the Shenjin. Better to prioritize a confirmed objective.”
Cheng Xian’s plan was clear. But Lv Yang wouldn’t grant him that chance. With a thunderclap, his body dispersed into a swirling sea of smoke. From the mist arose phantom illusions, tugging relentlessly at Cheng Xian’s mind.
“Light! Purity! Awakening!”
Cheng Xian bellowed sacred mantras, his voice unleashing torrents of celestial fire that incinerated the surrounding illusions.
Had he been at full strength, he wouldn’t have hesitated to engage Lv Yang. But now, his spiritual power was severely depleted. Prolonging the battle would allow his previously purged injuries to resurge—killing him without further strikes.
Lv Yang recognized this perfectly.
Thus, his strategy was simple: stall.
“The Sea of Sorrowful Affliction combined with Multifloral Marrow lacks direct lethality, but excels at mind-warping entanglement!”
As time passed, his command over the Sea deepened. Though Cheng Xian burned away the mist with mantras, the Sea’s essence thrived on mental fluctuations. So long as Cheng Xian’s focus wavered, his own thoughts would nourish the technique.
Every illusion destroyed birthed another.
Cheng Xian’s stamina dwindled, his mind fraying. Lv Yang, untouched, reaped the benefits.
“And I haven’t even drawn upon the Great True Sovereign Position yet!”
Now united with four Divine Abilities, channeling the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner’s power could elevate his two Tai-Xu Divine Abilities to the Foundation Building Late-Stage.
The surge would be brief, and backlash inevitable afterward—but for those fleeting moments, he’d wield Great True Sovereign-level might, decisive in battle.
“Not yet. Deploying it now would be wasteful.”
Lv Yang knew how deceptive this advantage was. Who would suspect a mere Mid-Stage Foundation Builder could suddenly unleash such power?
But while he remained composed, Cheng Xian neared collapse.
“If this continues, I’ll die!”
Cracks spread across Cheng Xian’s once-pristine body—the suppressed wounds returning. The threat of death finally overwhelmed his stubborn resolve.
“Perhaps… I should retreat?”
“What purpose does fighting here serve? I still have a future in the Mystic Spirit Realm. Dying pointlessly gains nothing.”
As this thought arose, Lv Yang’s technique had already sown it.
“Boom!”
A golden gleam pierced the mist, slipping unseen toward Cheng Xian’s back.
Then—explosion!
Cheng Xian’s body barely turned before it was too late. Like Ye Xingfeng before him, he realized his fate only as Lv Yang’s blade struck. Boiling Sword Qi raged like wildfire through his flesh, spreading to every limb.
The Yuan Tu (Slaughter) Talisman!
Though a Sword Pavilion disciple, Lv Yang wielded Holy Sect techniques by necessity. He’d secretly forged countless Sword Qi-infused Power Talismans, now flooding Cheng Xian’s body with them.
“No… stop—”
Before his cry ended, myriads of Sword Qi pierced him, reducing him to a sieve.
Worse, the fresh injuries destabilized his divine power—his previously purged wounds roaring back with full force.
“Crack!”
Cheng Xian’s body shattered into countless fragments, which Lv Yang swiftly gathered into the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner.
Still, he cried aloud, “Brother Ye, I’ve avenged you!”
Cheng Xian’s death sent shockwaves through the Mystic Spirit Realm cultivators, already shaken.
Then—
“Boom!”
The heavens thundered, clouds parting to reveal Dangmo True Man, his Unkilling Sword resheathed.
His expression remained melancholic, yet blood rained from his hands—clutching Minghua Heavenly Immortal’s head and those of three other Earth Immortals.
(End of Chapter)
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