Chapter 338 Beheading the Head

Saint Ancestor Qu’a’s long spear trembled, pointing straight at Brute, his bearing lofty and commanding.

Under the gaze of the manifested Dao form, the immense oppressive force made it hard to even breathe.

Brute chuckled and lifted his head as the sword cradled in his arms began to vibrate violently.

“I said I’d cut you down with my sword—so that’s exactly what I’ll do!”

As he spoke, his longsword unsheathed for the first time.

Since Chen Fei had met Brute, he’d never once seen him draw that sword.

But now—it emerged.

Looking up, Chen Fei saw that it was an ordinary-looking sword.

Long, sharp, with a cold gleam—but nothing mystical or divine about it.

And yet…

The sword’s aura stretched like a rainbow across the sky!

“Damn it!” Saint Ancestor Qu’a reacted instantly, sweeping his spear sideways in an attempt to shatter the sword’s aura.

“Hahaha!” Brute burst out laughing, raising his head to chug from the wine gourd.

“Slaying an Earth Dao cultivator today—what a thrill!”

Just as the words fell, blood mist erupted from his body.

In the blink of an eye, Brute had become a man bathed in blood.

Yet his eyes shone brighter than ever.

Qu’a clashed with the blade aura and scoffed after feeling the force in his hands.

“So that’s all? You were bluffing all along!

With this kind of strength, you dare talk about killing me?”

He felt insulted.

He had actually taken this sword seriously.

But now?

He could crush it easily!

A red glow surged along his spear as he twisted it slightly, aiming to shatter the sword aura—

And then the sword light exploded.

“What?!”

A flash of astonishment crossed Qu’a’s eyes—

And then the sword light sliced straight through the space in front of him.

A massive, imposing head—

rolled cleanly from his shoulders.

Everyone froze.

Even Chen Fei stood there in disbelief.

“Junior Brother Chen! Stop gawking! It’s your turn now!” Brute forced a grin.

Chen Fei snapped out of his shock just in time, catching Brute before his collapsing body hit the ground and placing him into the Ziqing Palace storage space.

By sheer coincidence, the severed head of Saint Ancestor Qu’a landed right in front of him.

Ziqing Palace’s inner world was big enough—

Storing a head of an Earth Dao powerhouse? Not a problem.

While everyone else remained stunned, Chen Fei turned and ran.

“He really killed Saint Ancestor Qu’a!”

The cult members stared dumbly at the massive Dao Manifestation toppling over, crashing to the ground.

In that moment—

Their faith wavered.

“Damn it! That guy took the Saint Ancestor’s head!”

“He’s running! Stop him!”

Cries rang out. But Chen Fei’s speed didn’t slow down at all.

Gu Mu was the fastest to react, immediately blocking Chen Fei’s path—

Silken Bind Technique!

As Chen Fei felt that familiar paralyzing numbness creeping through his body, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson last time? Think I can’t kill you?”

Gu Mu ignored him—

Until the massive Wufeng greatsword appeared behind him.

With a flicker of motion, Chen Fei broke free from the silken threads.

A single wave of his hand, and the Wufeng greatsword returned to his side.

Gu Mu’s head rolled away.

“Who says heavy swords can’t be controlled remotely?” Chen Fei scoffed and continued fleeing.

At that moment, Amu felt like the sky had collapsed.

To exterminate the Heavenly Apex’s hidden elite, the Mother Cult had deployed nearly all its top forces.

Though some victories were achieved, many powerful members were left critically injured or dead.

And the worst blow?

Holy Maiden A-Yue had been kidnapped!

Now, even after mobilizing a dozen elite cultivators and summoning an Earth Dao cultivator like Qu’a to reinforce them…

The result?

Qu’a was dead.

Beheaded.

Amu was terrified.

The death of Saint Ancestor Qu’a would surely trigger a chain reaction—

Even the Holy Cult’s dominance in the Eastern Pavilion Kingdom might collapse.

“Damn it! We can’t let him escape! Kill him! Kill him now!!”

Amu shrieked, nearly hysterical.

Thankfully, there were still over ten Mystic Realm cultivators and numerous Origin Realm followers on the scene.

If they could surround and kill Chen Fei, they might still have a chance to redeem themselves.

“If he escapes, we’re all dead!” Amu shouted.

“At any cost—trap him inside Mu Tuo!”

At any cost.

The cult members understood the meaning of those words.

They didn’t hesitate.

A blood ritual began.

With Amu’s command, Mu Tuo became shrouded in blood mist, drifting ominously across the area, all flowing toward a specific point.

Meanwhile, Chen Fei hid in a cave deep inside the mountain, evading pursuit.

The cultists had gone insane—

Killing indiscriminately.

Anyone not a cult member? Slaughtered on sight.

Outside, it was a river of blood.

“Senior Brother? You okay?” Chen Fei tried reaching out to Brute again.

Since landing that strike, Brute had been unconscious.

“Cough, cough!” Brute finally awoke.

“How was that sword slash, huh? Pretty damn cool, right?”

It was clear Brute’s condition was far worse than expected.

Yet soon, his laughter echoed.

“Junior Brother Chen, you’re quite the interesting guy! Really interesting!”

Chen Fei’s heart sank.

Brute had clearly noticed something.

“But Junior Brother… did you forget? An Earth Dao cultivator’s soul doesn’t die, and their body doesn’t rot. That guy—he’s still alive!”

Brute tilted his head toward Qu’a’s severed head.

The head’s eyes—once tightly shut—snapped open.

A spiritual avatar drifted out of it, charging toward Brute!

Chen Fei jumped in shock.

He’d totally forgotten about that!

He acted quickly.

Ziqing Palace was under his control—

With a wave of his hand, a powerful Qi barrier formed in front of Qu’a’s avatar.

“A mere Mystic Realm wants to stop me?” Qu’a sneered and slammed into the barrier.

Boom!

The force rebounded.

His spiritual body nearly shattered from the backlash!

He staggered back, eyes wide with shock.

“What… what is this?”

Then Ziqing Palace began to rumble violently.

That statue—which Chen Fei had once glimpsed before—appeared once again.

Its head bowed, face obscured, but its presence oppressive, it floated silently toward Qu’a’s avatar.

Qu’a had never felt such humiliation in his life.

No—he had never suffered anything like this.

A mighty Earth Dao expert, now like a rat in a trap.

This defied everything he knew.

“Stop! Damn it, STOP!”

His soul trembled.

Even if the spiritual soul was undying, a bodiless Earth Dao cultivator could still die for real if the soul took enough damage.

And he was already burning.

“They’ve activated the Blood Underworld Array outside—this entire space is sealed!

You can’t escape on your own! But I can take you out!” Qu’a’s voice turned pleading as the burning intensified.