Chapter 395

Chapter 395: He Is a Dead Man
The waves roared and surged.

Dense water spirit power spread through heaven and earth.

Standing on top of the water dragon, Master Qing Yan looked down coldly at the three Divine Transformation cultivators who were about to be swallowed by the giant waves.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three explosive sounds rang out almost at the same time.

The three Divine Transformation cultivators vanished from where they had been and split off in three directions, fleeing without the slightest sign of resisting, as if they were sure they were not Master Qing Yan’s match.

Master Qing Yan frowned ever so slightly.

Their strange reaction clearly went beyond his expectations.

If the three of them had stubbornly fought back, he was confident he could keep all of them here. But they did not even think about fighting and ran right away, catching him off guard instead.

Since it happened so suddenly, he could only choose to keep one of them and test things out.

A cold light flashed in his eyes as he turned his gaze to the cultivator fleeing toward the front right.

He raised his hand and spoke in a low voice: “Rising Bright Moon.”

As his words fell, a strange power silently spread out.

The sky, which had brightened again after Master Qing Yan arrived, darkened once more. A layer of black fog covered the world, and they could not even see their own hands.

The fleeing Divine Transformation cultivator suddenly felt a chill all over his body. A strong sense of danger surged up in his heart.

Without saying a word, he threw several layers of spirit power shields around himself, then set a magical artifact in front of him.

His hands did not stop moving, but his Blink Step did not slow down at all.

Just then, a beam of light broke through the darkness and shone down on him.

“Ah!!”

The Divine Transformation cultivator screamed, clutching his head as he fell from the sky like a kite with a severed string.

Fresh blood sprayed across the ground, and a faint smell of blood spread through the air.

Lying on the ground, the Divine Transformation cultivator did not feel any of the pain from the impact. He hugged his head tightly, but streams of blood still poured out between his fingers.

Not only that, his hair fell out in big clumps.

Everywhere the light had touched, except for the part covered by his mask, his skin showed large patches of rotten, festering flesh.

He howled in misery, his body twitching nonstop, like he had been thrown into a vat of blood, the stench thick and sickening.

Master Qing Yan watched this bloody scene without the slightest ripple in his eyes. He reached out and pressed down with his palm, and the Divine Transformation cultivator’s body floated up, slowly drifting toward him.

Yu Zhao stared at the bloody shape in the air, a puzzled look flashing across her face.

She had the memories of Wanderer Bright Moon and Senior Chang Sheng. Even though her strength had not yet reached the level of Divine Transformation, her eyesight was not lacking at all.

Master Qing Yan was indeed very strong. Among cultivators of the same generation, few could be his equal. But the gap between him and an ordinary Divine Transformation cultivator was not so big that he could kill one in a single move.

This man had lost far too easily, far too quickly.

It did not give people a solid sense of reality.

Just as Yu Zhao thought this, the aura around the half-dead Divine Transformation cultivator suddenly turned wild. A world-destroying power rapidly gathered inside his body.

“Self-detonation?”

Yu Zhao’s pupils shrank. Her first reaction was to run.

The self-detonation of a single Nascent Soul cultivator could flatten everything within a hundred li, let alone a Divine Transformation cultivator.

Yu Zhao had not even had time to use her instant movement technique when a warm, peaceful aura wrapped around her. In the blink of an eye, she appeared a thousand li away.

She stared blankly at the person beside her and whispered: “Abbot Jie Tan.”

Abbot Jie Tan smiled gently. “No need to thank me. This is what this old monk should do.”

Yu Zhao looked into the distance, then back at Abbot Jie Tan in front of her, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

Abbot Jie Tan felt no shame at all about taking her and leaving Master Qing Yan behind. Seeing Yu Zhao frown, he even opened his mouth to comfort her.

“Master Qing Yan’s strength is great. Even if that man self-detonates, he will not be able to harm him.”

If it were him instead, the outcome would not be so certain.

He had only been thinking of the bigger picture when he brought Yu Zhao away first to avoid the damage.

Yu Zhao and Abbot Jie Tan waited for a while, but the explosion they had expected never came. The distance stayed calm and peaceful.

Right when they were hesitating about whether to go back and check, a bloody, mangled figure was flung down in front of them.

The huge impact sent another spray of blood flying.

A flash of spiritual light shone in Abbot Jie Tan’s palm, blocking all the blood. He looked at the figure on the ground, and his gaze slowly grew deeper and darker.

“I had planned to control this person and search his primordial spirit, so I left him an opening on purpose. When he saw his plan had failed, he destroyed his primordial spirit first and cut off the clues.”

Master Qing Yan appeared with an overcast face.

The enemy had pretended to be weak to fool him, and he had gone along with it, acting as if he did not notice. When the man was about to self-detonate, he had locked down the spirit power in his body.

He had thought that would make everything safe. He never expected the man would still find a chance to kill himself.

Master Qing Yan was used to being proud. To be tricked at the last moment by someone weaker than him left him not just angry, but extremely annoyed.

“This person’s behavior is not like that of a Divine Transformation cultivator,” Abbot Jie Tan said slowly. “He is more like a death warrior raised by some large family clan.”

Even ants struggled to live.

Abbot Jie Tan had never met a Divine Transformation grandmaster who would choose self-detonation or destroy their own primordial spirit the moment they fell to a disadvantage.

Master Qing Yan nodded slightly.

He had the same feeling.

When he had crossed hands with that Divine Transformation cultivator, he could clearly sense that the other man had not been using his full strength.

The first thought in that man’s mind was to run. The second was to kill himself. At most, before dying, he wanted to drag Master Qing Yan along as a cushion.

A person who cared so little about his own life could hardly become a proper cultivator.

“He wore a mask and did not dare show his face. Let us see what he really looks like.”

Master Qing Yan suspected the three of them might be people with some fame in the cultivation world, which was why they hid their heads and showed only their tails, not daring to reveal their true faces.

After getting the agreement of Yu Zhao and Abbot Jie Tan, he turned his spirit power into a large hand that clamped down on the Divine Transformation cultivator’s face and yanked hard at his mask.

After being wounded by Master Qing Yan, the man’s whole body had already festered badly. Now, with such rough handling, big clumps of his hair came off with the mask, pieces of bloody scalp still attached to the roots.

At last, drenched in blood, the mask was torn off by Master Qing Yan. An ordinary-looking face was exposed before them.

Yu Zhao and Abbot Jie Tan both felt that this man looked unfamiliar. They had never seen him before. But Master Qing Yan’s expression changed sharply. He hurried a few steps closer, carefully studying the face twisted with pain, and blurted out in shock: “How could it be him?”

Abbot Jie Tan let out a soft sound. “So he is someone from Master Qing Yan’s past.”

Master Qing Yan did not answer Abbot Jie Tan. His eyes stayed fixed on the dead man as he muttered again: “How is it him?”

Abbot Jie Tan and Yu Zhao exchanged a glance, paying even more attention to the person Master Qing Yan had mentioned.

They waited a while. Only when Master Qing Yan’s emotions calmed a bit did they tentatively ask: “Qing Yan, who is he? Where did you meet him?”

Master Qing Yan’s voice was low as he replied: “He is a dead man.”