Chapter 620

Chapter 620: Master Hei Xu’s Arrogance

The Xuan Yuan Devil Whip’s power was revealed for the first time!

Ling Mo Cheng, a Sixth Level Nascent Soul stage expert, possessed an incredibly tough physique. Even when struck by ordinary Immortal artifacts, he’d only suffer internal injuries at worst—only repeated strikes could cause his death and spirit’s disappearance.

Yet the Xuan Yuan Devil Whip split Ling Mo Cheng in two with a single strike. Such terrifying force far exceeded ordinary Immortal artifacts, proving it was truly a sinister treasure from the Demon Realm.

Using his divine senses, Ye Yun witnessed everything. Though shocked, his focus remained on the jade tablet containing clues to the Xumi Treasure. Even without knowing which supreme expert had left it, the fact that both Ling Mo Cheng and Master Hei Xu coveted it meant it was extraordinary.

“The Xumi Treasure… I’ve heard of it, but my memory’s hazy,” the Ancestor of the Sword Path murmured in Ye Yun’s mind.

“If even Saints left traces of it, you must’ve encountered it in your other memories. We’ll know more after finding your remaining soul fragments,” Ye Yun replied internally.

“Master Hei Xu’s fully absorbed in deciphering the jade tablet. To learn the treasure’s location and opening time, we must seize it,” the Ancestor warned.

Ye Yun grimaced. While he could handle Fifth Level Nascent Soul opponents, Master Hei Xu—at the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul stage and armed with the Devil Whip—was beyond him. This required careful planning.

Suddenly, Master Hei Xu crushed the jade tablet into glowing dust.

Gasps erupted. Though unaware it held Xumi Treasure secrets, the crowd knew its value. Destroying such a tablet meant its divinely-imprinted knowledge—unutterable and unwritable—now relied solely on Master Hei Xu’s memory. Any distortion in his recollection would erase the secret forever. Such mystical imprints were notoriously unstable, sometimes warping truths over time.

“The secret’s safe in my mind,” Master Hei Xu declared, his gentle voice booming like thunder. “But sharing it would doom your weak selves. Leave now. I’ll collect the Ice Tower’s treasures and distribute them in two days. Misty Sect and Divine Grace Palace members—tell Hua Changchun and Tian Yunzi to seek me if they’re interested.”

A Nascent Soul cultivator shouted, “You promised immediate distribution! This betrayal is unacceptable!”

“Who’ll ensure you don’t hoard treasures?” another cried.

“Fools!” a wiser voice hissed. “He killed Ling Mo Cheng! Provoke him, and—”

“There’s hundreds of us!” someone countered. “Even Saints-backed sects won’t tolerate mass slaughter! The Great Qin Empire and royal family would obliterate him!”

Two burly Fourth Level Nascent Soul cultivators stepped forward. “We respect you as Xuan Yuan Sect’s leader,” one growled, “but explain this greed!”

Master Hei Xu smirked. Black light flashed as the Xuan Yuan Devil Whip materialized, stretching a hundred zhang. With a thunderous crack, its shadow lashed the air.

The men’s fury turned to horror.

*Bang!*

Their bodies exploded, spraying gore across the screaming crowd.

“Still think I fear killing?” Master Hei Xu sneered. “The Xuan Yuan Devil Whip’s legacy should’ve taught you better.”

The crowd froze in disbelief.

Watching from afar, Ye Yun frowned. *Could Master Hei Xu… not be human?*

The Ancestor of the Sword Path’s voice thundered in his mind: “He might be a remnant of the Devil Race!”