YM778.TV Chapter 945 - Dead
Chapter 945 - Dead
The other Xing Family experts were astonished too. Even Xing Tianfeng, an Imperial expert, felt his heart quiver.0
This was no longer as simple as breaking the rules of Dragon Cloud Arena. Su Yi had effectively declared war with Night Demon Mountain!0
And there was no way the older-generation expert Weng Xuanshan would remain uninvolved.1
Because Dragon Cloud Arena was Weng Xuanshan’s territory. Su Yi had violated its rules by killing Xue He. This unquestionably crossed Weng Xuanshan’s bottom line!0
Wei Jingkui’s expression darkened. He shifted on his feet, appeared on stage out of thin air, and approached Su Yi step by step.0
Boom!0
Murderous intent surged around him, and the interweaving power of the Laws of Lightning lit up around him, stinging the eyes. The imposing aura of a mid-stage Profound Illumination Emperor was on full display.0
“If anyone dares try and stop me from killing this boy, he’ll become the enemy of all of Night Demon Mountain!” Wei Jingkui enunciated each and every word. Murderous intent surged around him.1
Xing Tianfeng’s heart clenched, and he was just about to say something when the distant Weng Xuanshan rose and said coldly, “Fellow Daoist Xing, don’t make this difficult for me!”1
Xing Tianfeng hesitated.0
He dared say with certainty that if he forcefully intervened, Weng Xuanshan would be the first to stop him.0
Meanwhile, Xing Yue couldn’t help but cry out frantically, “Brother Su, run! Hurry!”0
“Want to run? Forget it!” Wei Jingkui snorted coldly, raised his hand, and pressed down.0
Boom!0
Dazzling silver lightning filled the skies, then came crashing down, unleashing terrifying power seemingly capable of destroying both heaven and earth.0
Even Cui Jingyan, who was utterly confident in Su Yi, instinctively clenched her jade-like fists. Nervous tension appeared on her face.0
However, Su Yi’s eyes merely shone with a hint of mockery.0
He waved his sleeves, and…0
Boom!0
A streak of misty light flashed into being, like divine gold. It swept through the air like a windstorm, shattering and dispersing the silver lightning with a bang.0
The entire area fell deathly silent. Everyone was stunned.0
“This…” 0
Xing Yue and the other Xing Family experts stood there in a daze, overcome with disbelief.0
“Eh?” Xing Tianfeng was flabbergasted, and his heart shook. Is such power even possible for a Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator!?0
It might seem like there was just a single realm between the Profound Illumination and Spiritual Revolution Realms, but in truth, there was an entire Dao between them!2
This was like an insurmountable natural barrier.0
A Spiritual Revolution cultivator had just destroyed the full-force, furious attack of a Profound Illumination Emperor with casual ease. Who had ever witnessed such a thing before?0
“Something isn’t right here!” Weng Xuanshan’s eyelids twitched, and his expression filled with bewilderment and uncertainty.0
“How is this possible…?”0
Wei Jingkui’s expression filled with disbelief as well.0
To an Emperor like him, Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivators amounted to little more than grass. He could slaughter them as he pleased; they posed no threat at all.0
Who’d have thought that a Spiritual Revolution Realm young man would effortlessly block an attack strong enough to threaten even Emperors of the same cultivation?0
Who wouldn’t have been surprised?0
“Not long ago, I would have been more than happy to play with someone like you. But now, you’re not even qualified to make me draw my sword,” said Su Yi. As his calm voice rang out, he attacked.0
His gait was leisurely and unhurried, as if he were out for a stroll. Although it looked like he was moving slowly, he appeared before Wei Jingkui in a flash, used his fingers as a sword, and slashed.0
Kcch!0
Profound and inscrutable golden radiance appeared around his fair white hand.0
This was the power of the Apex of Genesis, displayed through Su Yi’s cultivation and Dao of the Sword. It was just a simple attack, but it contained power terrifying beyond imagination. 0
“Die!” Wei Jingkui’s expression darkened. His clothing billowed around him as he formed hand seals and pressed down.0
Dazzling electric light surged forth, filling the air. Thunder boomed, and the boundless, overflowing power of Profound Dao Laws poured onto the world like a bolt of heavenly lightning.0
Even watching from afar, the onlookers’ breath caught, and their hearts and bodies quivered.0
There was no doubt about it: Wei Jingkui was using his true power. This was his true ultimate technique.0
Even Weng Xuanshan couldn’t help but nod to himself.0
As the second inner court elder of Night Demon Mountain, Wei Jingkui had experienced countless battles, both big and small. His cultivation and combat prowess made him an elite even among those of the same level.0
The attack he’d just used presented a real threat to even an Emperor of the same realm, let alone a Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator!0
But a moment later, Weng Xuanshan was utterly dumbstruck.0
Su Yi’s right hand was as sharp as a sword’s edge. It cleaved through the densely layered electrical light as if it were made of rotten wood, dispersing it with ease!0
The lightning couldn’t even slow him down. He was like an axe through bamboo!0
Bang!!0
The crowd didn’t even have time to react before Wei Jingkui was sent flying. He flew several hundred feet before finally managing to stabilize himself.0
Even then, he hacked up a mouthful of blood, and his face was suddenly as pale as a sheet of paper. His expression was already full of astonishment.0
The clothing covering his chest was in tatters, and there was a new indentation in his heart-protecting mirror. It was shaped like a sword scar, and spiderweb-like cracks formed and spread around it.0
His heart-protecting mirror was a Profound Dao Treasure, yet Su Yi had almost destroyed it in a single attack!0
Even more terrifyingly, the power of Su Yi’s slash had invaded Wei Jingkui’s body. Despite his mid-stage Profound Illumination cultivation base, he couldn’t neutralize or counter it right away. Instead, it dealt him heavy damage!0
This was unquestionably terrifying! The arena had already fallen deathly silent.0
Everyone stood there in a daze, wide-eyed and tongue-tied.0
A Spiritual Revolution Realm young man had, in a single attack, heavily injured a mid-stage Profound Illumination Emperor. It was like a miracle, and it almost didn’t seem real.0
“So strong…” Weng Xuanshan’s heart shook, and he increasingly felt that something wasn’t right here.0
Since when did such a heaven-defying Spiritual Revolution youth exist in the Netherworld?0
“Who… Who exactly are you?” Wei Jingkui wiped the blood from his mouth.2
He was alarmed and uncertain. With his abundance of experience, he naturally could tell that something wasn’t right here.6
“You’re going to die in the end, so why waste words?” Su Yi shook his head slightly.0
Before his voice had even finished echoing through the air, he attacked once more.0
Kcch!2
Radiant sword qi arced through the air, sweeping forth like a bolt of cloth or an arrow shooting down the sun.0
“Go!” Wei Jingkui was visibly enraged, and his voice boomed like spring thunder.0
A black flying sword shot out of the crown of his head. It flashed in the air and attacked explosively.0
Clang!!!0
Sword qi and flying sword clashed with an earth-shaking impact.0
A rain of light scattered. Although the black flying sword blocked Su Yi’s sword qi, the impact left it swaying, trembling, and buzzing, as if repeatedly wailing.0
Meanwhile, Su Yi was already attacking from afar.0
He looked calm and composed, and with a single gesture, sword qi interwove, sweeping in from all directions.0
Every streak of sword qi emanated indomitably sharp, tyrannical intent. It was so strong that it was almost unbelievable.0
When Su Yi’s cultivation reached the late-stage Spiritual Revolution Realm in the City of the Wrongfully Dead, his cultivation base underwent an earth-shaking metamorphosis. 0
It was just like he’s said earlier. Not long ago, he would have enthusiastically crossed blades with someone of Wei Jingkui’s caliber.0
But now, mid-stage Profound Illumination experts like him were beneath his notice!0
Boom!0
A grand battle broke out on stage, but it was a one-sided beatdown right from the start.0
In the face of Su Yi’s onslaught, Wei Jingkui suffered repeated injuries. Just a few breaths of time later, he was covered in bleeding slashes, many of them so deep that his bones were visible.0
This was a startling sight, and it left the onlookers bewildered and shaken.0
Cui Jingyan was dazed, and more than that, she couldn’t stay calm.0
Although she already knew that the early-stage Profound Illumination Yuan Linning had lost to Su Yi, and although she’d seen Su Yi suppress and defeat an Emperor of the Netherworld Sky Sect, she’d never seen anything like this before.0
Su Yi wasn’t using any treasures at all! Yet he was relentlessly forcing a mid-stage Profound Illumination Emperor back. His opponent was already covered in wounds!0
He’s even stronger than before…0
Cui Jingyan watched the blue robes swaying around the young man swinging his sword like an immortal. A long time passed before she managed to calm herself.0
“I don’t care who you are. If you kill me, you’ll become irreconcilable enemies with Night Demon Mountain!” Wei Jingkui’s utterly enraged roar emanated from the stage.0
However, when the others heard it, they could sense his panic and despair.0
The second inner court elder of Night Demon Palace was a miserable sight; it was painful just looking at him. His body was badly battered, his hair was disheveled, and blood gushed from countless wounds. He was obviously already on the brink of death!0
And Su Yi? From beginning to end, not even a single speck of dust had stained his clothes, and he didn’t have so much as a hair out of place.0
It was easy to see who’d come out on top.0
“Stay your hand—!!” A thunderous voice boomed from the arena’s entryway.0
The other Night Demon Mountain cultivators charged in. Their leader was none other than the third inner court elder Xue Ting, the one who’d been keeping watch outside!0
When he saw Wei Jingkui’s miserable state, his eyes bulged as if about to burst, and he immediately charged over.0
Wei Jingkui had only just given in to despair, and when he saw this, he went mad for delight. It was as if he’d seen hope of rescue just as he was on the verge of drowning.0
But it was then that a calm voice resounded through his ears:0
“Die!”0
It was just one word, but before Wei Jingkui could respond, he felt a sharp pain in his throat.0
He instinctively looked down. He wasn’t sure when it had gotten there, but a dazzling, indomitable streak of sword qi had already run his throat through.0
“How… How is this…” 0
The light in Wei Jingkui’s eyes dimmed, and he toppled to the floor with a bang.0
A moment later, his wound-riddled corpse dissipated into ash.0
And the streak of sword qi embedded in his throat burst with destructive power, reducing even his soul and vitality into powder!0
“Senior Apprentice Brother!!” 0
Xue Ting had only just charged inside, but before he could intervene, he watched helplessly as this bloody scene unfolded in front of him. He couldn’t help but roar with grief.0
The other charging Night Demon Mountain cultivators froze like clay statues.0
It was only when they sensed that something was amiss within Dragon Cloud Arena that they charged inside.0
But none of them would have guessed that the young Spiritual Revolution cultivator in blue would be the one to kill their second inner court elder!0
This was unquestionably astonishing. It was enough to overturn just about anyone’s imagination!0
“Dead, just like that…” Weng Xuanshan had witnessed the entire battle, and he could no longer keep his cool. His hands and feet quivered, and a chill coursed down his spine.0
Xing Tianfeng and the other members of the ancient Xing Family were similarly dumbstruck.0
Even though they’d witnessed the battle with their own eyes, they felt as if they were dreaming.0
Wei Jingkui, the second inner court elder of Night Demon Mountain, was a famed, long-established mid-stage Profound Illumination Emperor. Yet now, he’d perished in Dragon Cloud Arena at the hands of a young Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator.0
If word got out, who would dare believe it?0
Everything was deathly silent, save for Xue Ting’s grief-stricken, infuriated roar.1
As it echoed through the air, a young man stood calmly atop the stage, gazing down at the crowd.