Chapter 0155

Chapter 155: Not That I Can’t Let You Go, but Soul Search Is the Better Deal!

The vast sky shone in all directions. Endless killing intent stacked on killing intent until it reached the limit, enough to crush a person to dust. Zhou Tong stood calm, watching Xuan Yu with open mockery at the corner of his mouth.

“Little beast, no matter what tricks you have, you die here today,” Xuan Yu spat.

“Old geezer, since you can shout so loud, I’ll send you to Hell last,” Zhou Tong said.

Xuan Yu’s pupils shrank. A chill climbed his spine. He argued with himself in a rush: [Impossible. He’s just a brat. I set up the Nine Heavens Ten Lands killing array. We have experts like clouds. As long as no saint appears, killing him is easy.] He listed his advantages, as if that could give him courage, then made up his mind.

“Hmph. Bluffing is useless. Move!” he ordered.

The command sounded like throwing open Hell’s gate. The killing array spun. The warships gathered force. The experts struck at once, so in tune it felt like one body. Light swelled like a falling sun. Xuan Yu attacked at the same time. This was enough might to slay a half saint.

A graceful figure flashed and stood in front of Zhou Tong. Her beauty stole breath and stilled light. Even the glow in the air seemed to slow, as if it paused out of respect for that face.

“Mu Rong Ya!” Xuan Yu’s heart hammered, then his expression twisted even darker. “You witch, so what if you show up? You are not a saint. You can’t change the situation. You’ll only die with him.”

“Not a saint?” Mu Rong Ya smiled with hidden meaning, then her face turned ice-cold. The Jade Purity Sect had tried to behead Zhou Tong. They had touched her reverse scale. She would show no mercy.

She swept her sleeve and nine-colored Glazed Divine Radiance poured out, covering everything within a hundred miles. All the killing arrays and all the ships had nowhere to hide. In the instant of their collapse, endless voices cried in despair.

“Ah! What is this?” someone screamed.

Boom boom boom boom. Ships exploded. Arrays split apart. People died. In an instant it was over. Blood fog filled the sky, broken bodies turning the void into a scene from Hell.

Zhou Tong’s earlier warning seemed to come true. Xuan Yu lived, but he was the only one of the Jade Purity Sect still alive.

“Is it still an illusion now?” Zhou Tong asked from above. Xuan Yu had completely broken. He felt his blood turn to ice as fear filled him to the brim. He saw a saint. No, even saints could not always do this, but Mu Rong Ya had done it. He realized the truth in a rush: he had made a world-shaking mistake. He had besieged a saint, and a top one at that. He had brought disaster on the Jade Purity Sect. But the sect didn’t matter anymore. Staying alive did.

“Spare me. I was wrong,” he begged, kneeling in midair, shaking all over, his face as white as snow.

“How do we handle him?” Mu Rong Ya asked Zhou Tong, leaving the man’s life and death to him.

“You can’t kill me,” Xuan Yu blurted, scrambling for any angle. “I used to be your elder. If you harm me, you are unfilial. Everyone under heaven will spit on you.”

“Behead him,” Zhou Tong said without hesitation. He had grown sick of moral blackmail.

Mu Rong Ya nodded, and a nine-colored streak shot out toward Xuan Yu. He screamed, eyes tearing with rage: “You are forcing me!”

“We aren’t forcing you. We are killing you,” she said, and the Nine Color Glass Light struck him. No matter what methods he had, he could not block it. It pierced his defense and shattered his organs.

“Ahh!” he howled, blood spraying from his seven orifices. His half saint power vanished. Zhou Tong caught him by the neck and pinned him on the spot.

“Little beast, let go of me!” Xuan Yu snarled, humiliated and furious.

“Old geezer, as the Jade Purity Sect’s steward and supreme elder, you make every personal disciple report their details when they enter,” Zhou Tong said, voice heavy. “Tell me this: when I was picked up and brought to the Jade Purity Sect, did I have any token that could prove who I am?”

Xuan Yu’s face changed hard, then he looked away. Zhou Tong’s eyes cooled: “I have my answer.”

“You know, so what?” Xuan Yu said, grabbing at a lifeline. “If you want to learn where those things are, let me go, or you’ll never know.”

“No need for that trouble. It’s not that I can’t let you go, but Soul Search is the better deal,” Zhou Tong said.

“Soul Search? You?” Xuan Yu barked a laugh. “I am a half saint. My mind is vast. You wouldn’t dare— Ahhh!” His body jerked and shook like he was under the worst torture.

Moments later, Zhou Tong’s face was a still lake. He had the information he wanted. Xuan Yu, once a half saint, sobbed in pain, dignity gone.

“Please spare me,” Xuan Yu begged. “From today I’ll be your servant, as long as I can live—”

“You aren’t even worthy to be a dog,” Zhou Tong said with a cold smile. “Better make one last bit of use.” He flicked his left hand. A miniature Array Arts unfolded and wrapped Xuan Yu.

“Life Extinguishing Desolation Array,” he said. Zhao Wu Tian’s sub-array had not vanished after all. Zhou Tong had taken it for himself.

“No. My body, my power, my soul…” Xuan Yu’s terror spiked past its limit and hardened into deep hate. “Demonic Seed! Evil path! How dare you use this on me. You are a villain everyone should kill!”

“You really are senile,” Zhou Tong said lightly. “This is a proper human orthodox method. Using it on a hypocrite like you is perfect.”

With a soft pop, a wisp of tribulation ash drifted in the air. Zhou Tong looked at the amber half saint origin left behind. Without hesitation, he became a living furnace and refined it. In less than half an hour, waves of power rolled off him. He stepped past Severing Heaven. Life and Death intertwined. Everything clicked into place.

His eyes flashed like lightning as he looked across the land. All things withered at a glance. He snapped his fingers, and spring returned to the earth. Grass budded and life surged again. The sight shocked Lian Han Xing. This did not look like someone newly entering the Life-and-Death realm. It looked like someone who had lived in this realm for a long time and mastered it.

…

Deep under the Jade Purity Sect, on the ninth level underground, a figure opened his eyes. It was the sect master. He had been in seclusion for years, and now he finally had results. He spoke in a voice like iron: “Everything is ready. Today, I will become a saint.”