Chapter 95

"Run... fast..."

In the dense forest, two figures darted between the branches.

"Chen Qinglong, Xie Daoren, do you think you can escape? Why don't you just surrender?"

Behind them, over a dozen cultivators at the Qi Transformation stage were in pursuit, led by a man at the peak of Qi Transformation, who held a sword and smiled coldly.

"Mo Lingxi, do you think I'm an idiot? Surrender? Did your brain get fried when you cultivated, or did you get your head stuck in a door? It's still broad daylight; go back to Xuanyin Dao Sect and dream your dreams!"

Chen Qinglong laughed, his body staggering, with several sword wounds on his back, his blue robe stained with blood. Xie Daoren was in a similar state. Compared to the elegant Xie Daoren from over two years ago in Yixiang Garden, he now had white hair, a withered body, and only his eyes were abnormally bright, clearly due to some evil cultivation technique.

Both Xie Daoren and Chen Qinglong were severely injured, coughing up blood as they evaded their pursuers. Unfortunately, they were already wounded, and the pursuers were getting closer. Xie Daoren suddenly stopped, looking at Chen Qinglong who was still flying forward, and shouted, "I'll hold them off. You must live and tell Young Master Ning that I have repaid the debt to his parents!"

Chen Qinglong turned back at the sound of Xie Daoren's voice, seeing him already flying backward.

"I'll tell Young Master, but I hope you can tell him yourself!"

Biting his lip, Chen Qinglong knew this was not the time to argue. Someone had to escape; otherwise, their brothers would have died in vain. With a fierce determination, he sped up, not looking back as he flew forward.

"Run, why aren't you running?" Mo Lingxi, leading a group of Xuanyin Dao Sect disciples who were panting, caught up and coldly stared at the white-haired Xie Daoren standing under a tree.

"Capture him! He killed seven or eight of my brothers. If I don't torture him to death, I won't be Mo Lingxi!"

Mo Lingxi smiled coldly, and several disciples drew their swords and charged at Xie Daoren, their swords gleaming. Xie Daoren sneered, "You think you can kill me with just a few of you? You're not good enough!"

He untied a duster from his waist, and his body, like a crane, rose from the ground, instantly engaging in battle with the Xuanyin Dao Sect disciples. The sound of the duster and swords clashing echoed through the forest.

"Light of Ten Thousand Evils!"

Xie Daoren sneered, and the duster suddenly extended, emitting a strange white light. The light radiated, and countless fine silver needles flew out like a rain of light.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

The Xuanyin Dao Sect disciples who were fighting Xie Daoren did not expect such a poisonous hidden weapon. Although they were at the Qi Transformation stage, they could not withstand the silver needles infused with evil energy. Two disciples were immediately blinded, rolling on the ground in agony, while the others screamed in pain.

Being pierced by the silver needles was not fatal, but the pain was unbearable for most. These silver needles were Xie Daoren's last resort, not ordinary needles.

Soon, any disciple pierced by the silver needles began to emit black smoke, their bodies turning pitch black like charred wood. A gust of wind blew, and they turned to ashes.

"Damn it, kill him!" Mo Lingxi, seeing his disciples die in such a vile manner, was both enraged and terrified. If he had charged in, he would have fallen for the trap.

The three surviving disciples, who had not joined the attack, exchanged glances, their scalps tingling. Who knew what other tricks Xie Daoren had? Over a dozen of their fellow disciples had already fallen to him, and the manner of their deaths was horrifying.

The three disciples hesitated, and Mo Lingxi, seeing this, kicked them in anger. "Why aren't you moving? If you can't even deal with a dying man, what good are you?"

"Damn it, Mo Lingxi, don't think we're afraid of you just because you've been with the current sect leader for a long time. If it weren't for Senior Brother Yue, who would listen to you?"

The three disciples, who had been kicked, were also furious, glaring at Mo Lingxi. None of them wanted to die in such a vile manner!

Xie Daoren, seeing the internal conflict among Mo Lingxi's group, laughed. "Mo Lingxi, you want to kill me for credit? Too bad, you'll never kill me!"

Xie Daoren sneered at Mo Lingxi, his body suddenly trembling, the color in his eyes fading, and his life force dissipating.

"Damn it, he committed suicide?"

Xie Daoren's sneer remained on his face, his lifeless eyes staring straight at Mo Lingxi, making him furious. Even in death, he was mocking him?

What a miserable life!

"Think you can escape by dying? I'll whip your corpse and turn you into mincemeat to feed wild dogs to vent my anger!" Mo Lingxi roared in his heart, his eyes filled with venom.

"Senior Brother Mo, seven or eight sword strikes should be enough. I heard that some who practice evil techniques carry evil energy in their bodies. He might have left a trick for us to fall for when we try to chop him up," a disciple said seriously.

Mo Lingxi glared at the disciple, his heart trembling at the thought of Xie Daoren's tricks. A dead man was just a dead man; why get so worked up?

"Fine, forget it. Let's go after the other one. We need to complete our mission as soon as possible!"

Mo Lingxi said unwillingly, coldly glancing at Xie Daoren's corpse, and led the three disciples forward.

Soon, a flock of birds took flight in the dense forest. A disheveled man descended from the sky, carrying an evil sword on his back and a large red wine gourd at his waist. He wore tattered clothes, his face weathered, and his eyes hollow and terrifying.

Yan Chixia, who had been missing for two years!

Standing before Xie Daoren, Yan Chixia sighed, took a sip from the wine gourd, and looked at Xie Daoren. "Alas, I'm too late. I can only bury you."

He struck the ground with his palm, causing soil and rocks to fly, creating a grave. He then split a tree, grabbed a piece of wood, and planted it in the ground.

"Rest in peace! You died a worthy death, with no regrets!"

He poured the wine from the gourd onto the grave and vanished like a ghost.

In the underwater palace of the Dongting Dragon King, Ning Wuxue was comprehending the wonders of divine techniques, testing them one by one against the rock walls. The most powerful was the Silver Radiance Divine Moon. Ning Wuxue was too weak, but even a small fraction of the technique's power caused a terrifying phenomenon. If it were fully unleashed, it could destroy the heavens and the earth!

Absorbing the rich essence of heaven and earth, Ning Wuxue's Spirit Transformation realm had stabilized. With the guidance of the Black Mountain Old Demon, he had avoided many detours. His aura was incomparable to when he was at the Qi Cultivation stage. One day, Ning Wuxue opened his eyes.

It's time to go out. The 15th of August is just a few days away.