Chapter 618
by fanqienovelChapter 618: A Dog Without a Home
Flames raged violently, boiling the seas and scorching the heavens!
The frenzied inferno surged upward, coalescing into a colossal heavenly sword that slashed toward Master Hei Xu.
Unfazed, Master Hei Xu raised the Xuan Yuan Devil Whip with a flick of his wrist. Dark Demon Shadows instantly flooded the skies, their shrieks echoing as they blotted out the sun. The shadows engulfed the flaming heavenly sword before abruptly contracting.
The world seemed to shrink.
The Demon Shadows morphed into a sheath, encasing the Burning Heaven Sword’s fiery blade.
“The withering demon light fells all things.”
Master Hei Xu murmured, sending streaks of black light into the Xuan Yuan Devil Whip. The Demon Shadows briefly flared before dimming. Simultaneously, the raging flames vanished, and the heavenly sword’s glow extinguished completely.
The Burning Heaven Sword above Ling Mo Cheng quivered before dropping into his body.
Ling Mo Cheng paled, staggering backward as blood sprayed from his lips. “Impossible! How could the Xuan Yuan Devil Whip wield such power? This…can’t be!”
“You sought this duel,” Master Hei Xu said coolly. “Did you think the Xuan Yuan Devil Whip vanished for a thousand years by accident? As you die, know this: it spent those centuries regaining strength. Even at ten percent of its power, crushing you is trivial.”
Ling Mo Cheng snarled, “Lies! If the whip held even twenty percent power, none in the Great Qin Empire—save Saints—could oppose you! Not Tian Yunzi, nor Misty Sect’s Hua Changchun!”
Master Hei Xu smiled faintly. “Against Tian Yunzi and Hua Changchun, I’d fight without fear. But why provoke sects backed by Saints prematurely?”
After a long pause, Ling Mo Cheng rasped, “Let today’s matter rest. The Misty Sect owes you a favor—I’ll repay it.”
“Too late for bargains,” Master Hei Xu scoffed. “You attacked first, forced me to unveil the whip. If our positions were reversed, would you show mercy?”
Ling Mo Cheng’s eye twitched. “Of course! The Xuan Yuan Sect’s a top faction—valuable to befriend.”
“Empty words.” Master Hei Xu sneered. “Die quietly. I’ll explain to Hua Changchun. With the whip’s return, chaos follows. Keeping you alive? Unnecessary.”
Panicking, Ling Mo Cheng fled. But his Sixth Level Nascent Soul cultivation paled against Master Hei Xu’s pinnacle-stage might. Worse, his artifacts boosted offense, not speed.
Master Hei Xu drifted after him effortlessly, maintaining half a zhang’s distance despite Ling Mo Cheng’s erratic dodging. “You can’t escape.”
“Kill me, and the Misty Sect will erase your sect!” Ling Mo Cheng shouted. “I’m an inner sect elder! My death means war!”
“All the more reason to kill you,” Master Hei Xu retorted. “Hundreds witnessed the whip’s power. Sparing you? I’d lose all face.”
Desperate, Ling Mo Cheng cried, “I deserve death! Let witnesses confirm this was my fault! Spare this worthless dog!”
Gasps erupted. A Misty Sect elder debasing himself as a dog? Unthinkable!
Ye Yun gaped. Was this the dignity of Misty Sect elders? His disdain for the sect deepened.
Master Hei Xu hesitated briefly—enough for Ling Mo Cheng to leap ten zhang away. Flags materialized around him, forming an escape array.
“This isn’t over!” Ling Mo Cheng vanished into the formation.
“Fleeing?” Master Hei Xu snorted. The Xuan Yuan Devil Whip elongated, lashing out like a serpent across the sky.