bookpower Chapter 189: 47: Revenge for You_2
Chapter 189: 47: Revenge for You_2
Chapter 189: Chapter 47: Revenge for You_2
Sigh!
These divine souls, in the blink of an eye, were all absorbed into the Suspended Realm, compressed by a special force. They couldn’t even think of rebelling, much less self-destruct.
The soul attacks of the Divine Soul Realm’s strong practitioners couldn’t even kill Sun Qiang, so how could they possibly kill Zhang Xuan, who was the master of a realm?
“This is impossible... Have you also made a breakthrough? Have you, like me, reached the third level of Primordial Spirit?”
Seeing that the controlled soul essences, just as they reached his opponent, lost connection with him, as if they were wiped out in one move, Feng Zhaoting no longer possessed his earlier calm, and his scalp tingled with numbness.
Witnessing this scene, Feng Zhaoting lost his previous composure, his scalp tingling with numbness.
The combined attacks of more than a dozen Divine Soul Realm experts weren’t something even he could withstand after his breakthrough, so what kind of power did the other party possess?
“You could say that!”
Too lazy to explain, Zhang Xuan took another step forward.
At this moment, the surrounding puppets had almost all been killed. Feng Zhaoting’s Primordial Spirit slashed out, a brilliant Strength blocked the other party, while he once again summoned countless threads from his palm, seemingly trying to call forth more puppets.
“So what if you’ve made a breakthrough? You’ll still die!”
With an angry shout, streams of Heavenly Mandate Vitality scattered from Feng Zhaoting’s body.
Just like when Yu Qingyu executed the Mo Blade Martial Skill, it gave off the impression that the fragments of the heavens obeyed me.
Heavenly Destiny Martial Technique!
Seeing that so many puppets couldn’t prevail, this fellow directly used his final trump card.
“Is this the Thousand Threads Destiny?”
Zhang Xuan didn’t take the opportunity to attack but instead activated his Eye of Insight to carefully observe.
When Yu Qingyu had used the Mo Blade Martial Skill, he had discerned its essence and successfully copied it. Now, could he also replicate this Thousand Threads Destiny?
This thought flashed through his mind as the fifty thousand strands of Heavenly Mandate Vitality he had obtained from Li Yue’an, along with the several tens of thousands he had stored before, roared in the Library of Heaven’s Path and transformed into a river as large as the one from the Mo Blade, suspended peacefully, flowing slowly.
Just as rootless, without beginning or end, it remained quiet and suspended, slowly flowing.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that the river was woven from countless fine threads, converging together.
Thousand Threads Destiny!
He had actually copied it successfully as well...
Only... the Heavenly Mandate Vitality he had finally accumulated seemed to have all disappeared...
Pitfall!
Moreover, even though it had disappeared, the river of Thousand Threads in the library looked extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
That is to say, after absorbing so many strands of Heavenly Mandate Vitality... this thing hadn’t fully condensed successfully!
Feng Zhaoting hurriedly said: “He got what he deserved, even if Elder Ling hadn’t made a move, I would have...”
Zhang Xuan shook his head: “You also wanted to kill me just now!”
“I was blind, I will compensate you amply... ten million Origin Currency, twenty million, fifty million! I’ll give you whatever you ask for...”
As he spoke, Feng Zhaoting clenched his teeth and continued: “Moreover, I’m backed by the Thousand Threads Hall of the Zhou Yi Dynasty. If I die, my teacher and senior brothers will definitely trouble you! Most critically, if you kill me, how will you explain it to Master Han...”
By killing him, one would offend the forces behind him, but by sparing him, one could obtain countless Origin Currency...
From every angle, it seemed more appropriate not to kill.
“I don’t want to kill you either, but unfortunately, I promised someone else...”
With his right hand still gripping the other’s neck, Zhang Xuan looked down at the Origin Currency in his left palm.
In the faint distance, Yu Fei, Xiaozhuo, and the others were still alive.
He was quite fond of Origin Currency and preferred to keep a low profile to avoid trouble, but... if he didn’t kill this man, more Xiaozhuos would be killed, more ordinary people would suffer disasters, and that was something he was unwilling to see.
One can be greedy for money, but should never violate their principles.
“You, you... if you dare to act against me, Thousand Threads Hall won’t let you off...”
Feng Zhaoting screamed in panic.
“What are you talking about? We’re both Elders of the Heaven Mandate Hall, of course, I won’t kill you!”
Zhang Xuan shook his head: “But you learned of Li Yue’an’s whereabouts and ventured alone, only to be killed in the attempt. Outraged by the news, I killed Li Yue’an to avenge you... Any problems with that?”
“You...”
Feng Zhaoting felt an icy chill throughout his body; these words had just been used on him.
Crack!
Before the words had finished, pain surged through his neck as Feng Zhaoting’s throat was crumpled, his breathing ceased, and perhaps he never understood that while he had come to kill, he was the one killed instead.
Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan dropped the body to the ground and moved a few steps to stand before Yu Fei and the others.
To be killed and left as a corpse, never to rest in peace... this was likely beyond their darkest nightmares.
With a sigh in his heart, Zhang Xuan extended his palm and gently pressed down, and immediately a large pit appeared in the ground.
He placed the family of three inside and set the Origin Currency he had previously collected gently into Xiaozhuo’s palm.
Xiaozhuo’s eyes were tightly closed, appearing not much different from when he was alive, except that he would no longer feel the pain of sickness—he was, in a way, set free.
“May you be spared from the pains of this life in the next, and enjoy the candied hawthorns you love...”
To a cultivator, things like a feng shui blessed land didn’t matter much; being laid to rest in the earth was the utmost respect.
Although they were mere passersby in his life, now that he’d seen them, he couldn’t bear to let them lie exposed in the wilderness.
Sighing, Zhang Xuan said: “I’ve fulfilled my promise; your revenge... is claimed!”