Chapter 166
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Chapter 166: No Way Out of Hell
Run!
The only thought in Song Kai’s mind was to escape as far as possible!
This disciple of Sunset Peak was filled with profound regret.
How could he have been swayed by Du Yuan Kui’s deceit and provoked Wang Chen?
Wang Chen had already relinquished the spoils.
Everyone could have coexisted peacefully—how ideal that would have been!
Just moments ago, he stood beside Brother Qiao, witnessing him being struck down by Wang Chen with a mere flick of his finger.
What a horrifying spell!
Brother Qiao, at the eighth level of Qi Training, was the strongest in their small group.
Moreover, he was equipped with protective artifacts.
The artifacts had activated automatically but were utterly ineffective, easily penetrated.
The strongest among them, Brother Qiao, was vanquished just like that!
Du Yuan Kui!!
Song Kai wished he could flay him alive and grind his bones to extract oil.
But now, Song Kai’s mind was consumed solely by the urge to flee, desperately wishing for an extra leg to aid his escape.
He dared not retrieve his flying artifact from his storage bag.
Even the slightest delay could mean the difference between life and death!
However, despite Song Kai’s correct instincts, he had already missed the optimal moment to escape.
The next instant, a colossal Heavy-winged Fire Crow swooped between two towering trees, its flaming wings spread wide, and lunged at the fleeing Song Kai.
By the time Song Kai sensed the imminent danger from behind, it was too late to evade.
He was immediately crushed beneath the Heavy-winged Fire Crow.
Boom!
The spiritual light armor of the Sunset Peak disciple shattered in an instant, offering no resistance.
Song Kai let out a piercing scream as he was engulfed by the searing flames.
In a blink, he was reduced to ashes!
The Fire Crow Technique, at the level of perfect mastery, was indeed a force of terrifying power.
Meanwhile, Du Yuan Kui had already fled more than two hundred steps away.
He had mastered a unique movement technique known as "Shortening the Earth," which, when he forced his potential, allowed him to escape at an astonishing speed in critical moments.
This technique had saved Du Yuan Kui from certain death on several occasions.
However, the drawback of "Shortening the Earth" was significant: it drained an enormous amount of mana.
Du Yuan Kui’s limit was only three hundred steps.
Within three hundred steps, he was confident that even the Purple Palace master would struggle to catch up!
As for Wang Chen, he stood no chance at all.
Du Yuan Kui was filled with regret.
He regretted failing to see through Wang Chen’s true nature; he never imagined that a mere fifth-level Qi Trainer, a spiritual plant farmer with no backing or influence, could possess such formidable strength.
It was undeniable—Wang Chen had concealed his cultivation level!
But why? What was his purpose in hiding it?
Du Yuan Kui speculated that Wang Chen must be harboring a tremendous secret, one he dared not reveal to anyone.
That was why he had buried it so deeply!
Alongside his regret, Du Yuan Kui was consumed by a surge of malevolence.
He resolved to report this to the sect elder immediately.
He would have the Purple Palace master personally apprehend Wang Chen and force him to divulge his secret.
Though Du Yuan Kui himself was unworthy of sharing in the spoils,
Wang Chen, the murderer of a fellow disciple, would undoubtedly face a grueling soul-searching ordeal and brutal punishment before his execution on the execution platform.
Only then could Du Yuan Kui’s hatred be quenched!
Moreover, with the soul lamp in place, Wang Chen would have no hope of escape.
In short, he was doomed!
As Du Yuan Kui seethed with malice, the mana he had forcibly activated within his body rapidly depleted, causing his speed to falter.
Just as he hesitated, preparing to unleash "Shortening the Earth" once more,
a gleaming flying sword shot in from his right, slicing through his lower back with lightning speed before vanishing into the dense forest.
In the next instant, Du Yuan Kui’s lower half was flung forward,
while his upper body crashed heavily to the ground, severed cleanly at the waist.
"Ah—"
He let out an involuntary, agonized scream, his arms flailing wildly as he tried to grasp at something, anything.
But his life, like the blood gushing from his body, was draining away rapidly.
He was nearing his end.
In his final moments, lying on the ground, Du Yuan Kui caught sight of Wang Chen.
Wang Chen stood calmly, the Fire Crow Sword in hand, gazing down at his once-arrogant senior disciple.
"Uh—"
At the sight of Wang Chen, Du Yuan Kui’s agitation surged, his mouth opening wide as if to speak.
Instead, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his head slumped to the side.
[Heavenly Merit +7]
Wang Chen shook his head.
He had no desire to kill.
Yet, when fools courted death, he had no choice but to send them on their way!
He reached out, seizing the lower half of Du Yuan Kui’s severed body, removed the storage bag, and tossed the two halves together.
With a Fire Crow Technique, he placed a Rebirth Talisman and an Exorcism Talisman, guiding the restless souls to the Thick Earth!
Once the deed was done, Wang Chen slipped away silently.
The forest soon returned to its tranquil state.
Only the faint traces of blood on the ground bore witness to the gruesome end that had unfolded there.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn,
a thicket of vines rustled not far from where Du Yuan Kui had met his demise.
A middle-aged cultivator with a sly, rat-like face peeked out cautiously.
He scanned the area, ensuring no danger lingered, before emerging from his hiding place.
The cultivator rummaged through the nearby grass and soon discovered a square copper seal.
The seal was three inches on each side, adorned with a golden Tiger Beast on top and intricate runes covering its surface, radiating a subtle spiritual glow—clearly no ordinary artifact.
“What a find!”
The middle-aged cultivator couldn’t hide his glee and swiftly tucked the copper seal into his storage bag.
He was one of the loose cultivators who had fled Wuhuzhai, having hidden in the thicket, relying on his superior stealth skills to wait for nightfall before continuing his escape.
Without the cover of darkness, running aimlessly would make it too easy for pursuers to track him.
In this, the middle-aged cultivator was a master.
Yet, he never imagined he’d witness the entire spectacle of fellow disciples turning on each other!
Naturally, he dared not provoke the suspected sword cultivator Wang Chen, holding his breath and suppressing his aura, wishing he could vanish into the earth.
When he saw Du Yuan Kui cut in half by the flying sword, something had flown from his grasp.
Wang Chen, it seemed, hadn’t noticed and had simply overlooked it.
So, the middle-aged cultivator waited until Wang Chen was gone, biding his time before emerging to claim his prize.
And to his delight, he truly struck gold!
Not only that, but if he wasn’t mistaken, both Wang Chen and Du Yuan Kui were disciples of the Yunyang Sect.
Infighting among fellow disciples was a grave taboo!
The middle-aged cultivator stroked his goatee, a sly glint in his beady eyes.
He sensed there was much to be gained from this situation!
Clang!
Just as he was lost in his scheming, he suddenly felt weightless, as if lifted into the air.
Then came the sharp, clear ring of a sword.
It was unmistakable!
