Chapter 0101

Chapter 101: Eighteen Straight Kills!

The talisman burst and turned into a gray line, like a wave on the far sea rolling in to sweep the land. Wherever the line passed, grass withered, the air went dim, rock crumbled into grit, and even spiritual energy turned into poisonous dust. It was a line of death that ruined all living things.

Under You Ye Lan’s terrified gaze, every talisman around her popped and blew apart, like lesser beings bowing to a sovereign, not daring the slightest resistance. She herself fell within the Death Line’s cover and, without help, would have died on the spot.

She screamed at the last instant: “Di Ting Divine Boar, save me!”

All of a sudden, the seven-colored boar burst into the battlefield. It opened its mouth and sucked hard, swallowing the whole Death Line into its belly.

Even Zhou Tong’s brow twitched. This boar could restrain the power of death. He thought, [Could it be…] and remembered an ancient strange breed that looked like a pig. Its ancestor had once been the Nether Lord’s mount. Because of that, the boar carried a trace of Nether blood and could command life and death.

You Ye Lan let out a long breath and said with relief and excitement: “Thank you, Hun Hun.”

She stared at Zhou Tong with a mocking smile and asked: “What else do you have?”

Her smile froze when another talisman bloomed at Zhou Tong’s fingertip.

Just then, the Di Ting Divine Boar gave a deep, mysterious roar. Light flowed over its body, and a dozen blurry human shades took shape in the air. Shockingly, every one of them gave off the aura of a Life and Death realm expert. They weren’t equal to true experts, but their power clearly stood above most in the Severing Heaven realm.

This beast could command dead powerhouses to return as shades and fight.

You Ye Lan cheered: “Good job, Hun Hun. Show him how fierce you are.”

The boar bellowed at Zhou Tong and sent the shades charging in.

Zhou Tong said with a cold sneer: “A strip of tenderloin dares to yip? Looks like you’re short on cooking wine.” As he spoke, his talisman snapped forward.

Everyone except Zhou Tong tensed to the limit. They judged the last talisman to be grade-eight peak, so this one should be weaker. Now that the Di Ting Divine Boar had revealed its powers, it should handle it. That thought let them breathe again.

Zhou Tong’s voice cut through the air: “Talisman Ninety… Black Coffin!”

The talisman burst. A force even more dreadful than the Death Line rolled out. A dozen black coffins rose from nothing, their raging gravity flows twisting space as they sealed the Di Ting Divine Boar and all the dead shades inside.

Boom!! The black coffins exploded. The shades were wiped out. The Di Ting Divine Boar, covered in blood and life or death unknown, fell out of the sky.

“Hun Hun!” The people of the Celestial Masters Clan turned pale. They knew the boar’s legend well. Never mind its attack, its ways to stay alive were top-class. Even a normal Samsara realm expert might not be able to kill it. Yet against Zhou Tong, it didn’t survive even a single exchange. It didn’t even have time to turn and run.

They could only whisper in shock: “What terrifying talisman arts!”

No. 89 was on par with a grade-eight peak talisman. No. 90 had already brushed the threshold of grade nine. Clearly, the higher the number, the stronger the power.

You Ye Lan quickly understood the pattern, but instead of feeling happy, her limbs went cold. If there was a Ninety, was there a Ninety-One, or even higher? She didn’t dare think about it. Her Celestial Masters Clan had always prided itself on the strongest talisman path, but before this kind of talisman art, they weren’t even in the running.

Zhou Tong grabbed the Di Ting Divine Boar and said with a casual tone: “What fine game. I’ll take it.” He tossed the boar into his Signet Ring.

You Ye Lan’s face changed wildly as she cried: “Give Hun Hun back to me!”

Zhou Tong answered, unhurried: “I can’t give you the pig, but I can pay you with a talisman.” As he finished, he snapped out another talisman.

She stared and whispered: “This is…”

Zhou Tong said, calm as ever: “Talisman Ninety-One…”

Hearing that number, You Ye Lan felt like she’d fallen into ice water. Was this necessary? He was only facing a Severing Heaven realm. Did he need such over-the-top methods? How much did Zhou Tong hate her?

For the first time, regret welled up in her heart as she said with a sob: “I won’t run my mouth again.”

Zhou Tong called the move: “Thousand-Hand Sky-Purge Cannon!” Divine might roared. Brilliant light burned through heaven and earth. You Ye Lan took the blast head-on and turned to powder in an instant.

Zhou Tong said, “It’s over… huh?” As the glare faded, he paused. You Ye Lan was reassembling, appearing again not far from him.

He raised a brow and said in surprise: “A Golden Cicada Shedding-Shell talisman? People still use that?” It was a mighty talisman. It had no attack, but at the instant of death it used Puppet Thralls to take the blow instead. No exaggeration, one Golden Cicada Shedding-Shell talisman was one extra life. So it was worth a fortune.

Right now, You Ye Lan was soaked in cold sweat. Her lips were white. She couldn’t stop shaking. She had just experienced death with her own body.

Zhou Tong said, unbothered: “Still alive? Then we continue.”

She raised a hand in panic and begged: “Wait… we can talk.”

Zhou Tong flicked his wrist and cut her off: “Black Coffin!” He killed her again.

He glanced aside and said evenly: “We’re not done. I know.” He lifted his palm and aimed forward.

The next moment, You Ye Lan re-formed.

Zhou Tong’s voice stayed cold: “Black Coffin!”

Bang!! She exploded again, without even a breath between.

The three watching almost wet themselves. From start to finish, Zhou Tong never tried to talk. His every move proved one rule: kill to the end, no mercy, no change.

It was easy to imagine how furious he was. You Ye Lan had really kicked an iron plate this time.

The three went numb and began to count, faces gray as ash: “Thirteen… fourteen… fifteen…”

The Golden Cicada Shedding-Shell talismans were almost used up. Once they were gone, it would be everyone else’s turn to die.

Zhou Tong caught You Ye Lan by the neck and tightened his grip as he said: “The eighteenth time, and the last.” Despair and terror filled her eyes as if she were staring at a demon. She was sure Zhou Tong had a way to nullify the Golden Cicada Shedding-Shell talisman, but he chose not to use it. He chose to kill her again and again. He was venting his rage, and right now she could still feel the volcano inside him ready to blow. Some people don’t anger easily, but once they do, it’s like a Devil God descends.

She struggled and cried: “I want to live… don’t blame me!” A colorful rope flashed into her hand. As soon as she urged it, one end sunk into Zhou Tong’s brow, and the other end into her own.

Zhou Tong shivered. He clearly felt a subtle bond between them.

You Ye Lan explained in a rush: “This is the Life and Death Bond Lock, the supreme treasure of my clan. Now we share one life. If I die, you won’t live either!”

Zhou Tong spread his senses, and in an instant saw the truth of it. She was not lying.

He snorted and said: “It’s just a rope.” He drove his mental power and made the rope appear again in his sight.

She let out a long breath and answered with confidence: “Don’t waste your strength. Unless your spirit is at saint level, you can’t get rid of it.”

She finally relaxed. She thought she was safe now. This was the look of someone who had never been beaten enough.