Chapter 188
Chapter 188: Six Dao Wanderer
A single finger descended, its force piercing through the stacking heavenly light, but it slowed with each passing moment—such an impressive defense.
Zhi Shu waved her sleeve, and the powerful star force erupted, sending Wang Jie flying backward.
“Despicable.”
Wang Jie frowned. Even after landing a surprise attack, it was still difficult to deal with Zhi Shu. “A group of wandering star realm cultivators ambushing me, and you’re calling me despicable? Should I just stand here and let you kill me, or what?” He planted his feet with the sword step, merging his energy with the flow, and drew his sword to strike.
Zhi Shu coughed up blood. The surprise attack had been too heavy. Not only had it severely injured her body, but it had also hindered her star force, preventing it from circulating. Still, she knew this man could never be her opponent. “You underestimate the Zhi family.”
As she spoke, a cold star force surrounded her, extending outward, and when it met the sword’s edge, it froze everything in its path. Yet, within the ice, the sword was beginning to melt.
Wang Jie released his grip and pushed the sword’s hilt with all his might. The sword pierced through the ice, heading straight for Zhi Shu, but it was once again blocked by the stacking heavenly light.
The cold star force continued to freeze the interior of the spaceship, advancing toward Wang Jie.
Wang Jie realized that he had underestimated Zhi Shu. Even though his surprise attack had wounded her, defeating her in combat was still unlikely.
He was just considering his next move when Zhi Shu suddenly stopped, her gaze shifting toward the outside of the spaceship. She sighed with relief. “Finally, you’re here.”
Wang Jie turned. He had no idea when, but a man now stood outside the cabin door, calmly watching their battle, his gaze as calm as an ancient well.
The moment he saw this man, a cold shiver ran down Wang Jie’s spine.
The feeling was akin to gazing into an abyss, walking toward death.
“Sorry, I took a little detour,” the man said as he stepped onto the spaceship, ignoring Wang Jie and walking directly toward Zhi Shu.
He passed by Wang Jie without a single guard up, not caring whether Wang Jie would attack.
Wang Jie had no intention of attacking.
From the moment the man appeared, Wang Jie knew that no matter what he did, it would be pointless. The difference in strength was immense—so much so that it was almost absurd.
The man helped Zhi Shu sit down and gently fed her a pill, his movements surprisingly tender.
Zhi Shu’s face flushed slightly as she swallowed the pill, feeling much better.
“Don’t let him go. I want him to wish he were dead,” Zhi Shu muttered, her tone heavy and filled with bitterness.
The man nodded, then turned his gaze to Wang Jie. “As a lock force cultivator, it’s impressive that you’ve made it this far. It’s a pity, though—you’ve offended someone you shouldn’t have.”
“Who are you?” Wang Jie asked.
“Han Ling.”
Wang Jie’s mind raced. Han Ling—the Six Dao Wanderer. One of the top disciples in Black White Heaven, standing at the absolute peak.
A disciple who reaches the wandering star realm in Black White Heaven is already considered an elite. They can be sent out to command a territory if they wish. But the Six Dao Wanderers were different. Their status was above countless others. Even in the face of elders, they could speak freely, because their future would inevitably lead them to become elders themselves.
Only six people per era ever reach such heights. The position of the Six Dao Wanderers was beyond imagining.
Zhi Shu might be an elite from the Zhi family, but she was still far from being a Six Dao Wanderer.
Rumors had circulated that a Six Dao Wanderer would appear in the Devour Star contest. Wang Jie had thought it was Mo Wan Yin, but to his surprise, there was another.
Han Ling raised his left arm, his right hand behind his back. “I will kill you with one hand, as a sign of my respect. You may strike now.”
Zhi Shu was recovering, not interfering.
It seemed that Han Ling’s words signaled the inevitable outcome.
Wang Jie took a deep breath, slowly clenching his fist. There was no choice—he had to fight with all he had.
A debt note, the thunder pattern, Wei Qi, sword form technique, star method… what kind of power could allow him to survive against a Six Dao Wanderer? He thought frantically.
Suddenly, Han Ling’s expression changed as he looked into the distance. “Why has she arrived?”
Wang Jie stepped forward, bursting through the cabin door, his eyes locking onto the approaching power. There was no hiding it—the feeling was as profound as Han Ling’s, and it could only be Mo Wan Yin.
An opportunity.
Han Ling sneered, raising his left arm. A black, dragon-like force erupted, slamming toward Wang Jie, engulfing the entire space in an instant.
Wang Jie turned in shock, sensing the violent black flames. He released the thunder pattern, a deafening roar of heaven thunder erupted.
The black flames collided violently with the thunder pattern, shattering it in an instant, unable to even withstand a single breath. Wang Jie was slammed by the enormous force, flying far away, crashing into the distance.
Han Ling raised his left hand again, his fingers curling. The black flames coiled into a massive black hand, reaching for the sky and pressing down on Wang Jie.
From the distance, a sharp voice shouted, “Han Ling, stop!” As the words echoed, heaven thunder streaked across the sky, slamming into the massive black hand.
Han Ling frowned, the black hand reaching out to intercept the heaven thunder.
In the sky above, the two forces collided.
Wang Jie lay on the ground, spitting blood as he watched the two terrifying forces clash. He felt deeply the vast difference between a Six Dao Wanderer and a normal wandering star realm cultivator.
The peak strength of the wandering star realm was less than 500,000. Beyond that, one entered the hundred star realm’s lower tier.
But with his star-breaking realm strength reaching over 200,000, how high could a Six Dao Wanderer’s power reach?
The heaven thunder and the flames collided, the aftermath spilling outward, exerting intense pressure on everything around.
Wang Jie could only feel the searing heat pressing against him, his skin nearly burnt. If not for the thousand spirit armor, he would have been gravely injured by that black flame, even his Wei Qi would have been overwhelmed.
Beside him, heaven thunder flashed, and a woman appeared, looking at him in surprise. “Aren’t you Master Wang?”
Wang Jie still bore the appearance of Zhi Nan Xing. “I am Wang Jie, just disguised my appearance,” he said quickly, taking out a sixth fragrance explosive star pill and handing it to her.
She took it, exhaling with relief. She smiled. “So you are Master. Apologies, I was delayed by some people, but I finally managed to escape. Are you alright?”
Wang Jie shook his head.
The black flames swept across, turning the forest into ash.
Han Ling emerged from the ashes. “Mo Wan Yin, are you stopping me?”
The woman was indeed Mo Wan Yin.
She stood protectively behind Wang Jie, staring ahead. “Han Ling, as a Six Dao Wanderer, you’re here to fight for a Devour Star filled with lock force? Surely you’re not here just to kill?”
“So what if I am?” Han Ling replied coldly.
“And I’m here to protect him.”
“Seems we’re both targeting the same person,” Han Ling sneered, pulling out a long halberd, the black flames swirling around it. “Why are you protecting him?”
Mo Wan Yin’s entire body radiated with heaven thunder, the blue thunder pattern floating around her. Her eyes glowed with lightning. “Master Wang is an unparalleled talent in star refining. He can refine pills using star power, something even our Black White Heaven’s celestial refinement masters cannot do. If he dies, it will be a loss for the entire universe’s cultivation world.”
Wang Jie looked at Mo Wan Yin’s back, feeling flattered by her praise.
Han Ling scoffed. “How vast is the universe? How many great people have been born throughout history? Just based on him?”
“You don’t understand alchemy dao. Do you not know how precious it is to improve the grade of a star-refined pill? If Master learns of this, even if he has to topple Black White Heaven, he will protect him.”
“In that case, he can’t leave here alive,” Han Ling took a step forward, lowering his halberd.
Mo Wan Yin pushed Wang Jie aside. “Master, stay back.” With a shout, the thunder pattern surged, crashing toward the halberd.
Wang Jie had no intention of fighting. He knew he could never participate in a duel of this magnitude.
But before he left, he had to get what he came for.
The black flames roared like a dragon, and heaven thunder raged.
The two forces collided, their impact sending the brightest light flashing out from the Devour Star.
Those outside of it watched the dazzling clash of black and blue, never expecting to witness a battle between Six Dao Wanderers.
Wang Jie circled around the battlefield, diving into the now-destroyed Shen Wang ship. It had been no match for the black flames.
Inside, Zhi Shu opened her eyes. “So Mo Wan Yin really chased after us.”
Wang Jie pointed at her, activating the starry finger technique. Stars swirled around him, and countless finger shadows fell.
Zhi Shu immediately retreated, tearing through the ship’s walls as she fled.
The starry finger technique covered the area.
In the distance, the black flames attempted to sweep across but were blocked by heaven thunder. Mo Wan Yin had not expected Wang Jie to attack Zhi Shu, but she didn’t mind—her task was to stop Han Ling.
The icy flames froze the world, charging forward toward the starry finger technique.
Countless finger shadows merged into one, piercing through the flames and aiming at Zhi Shu.
Zhi Shu waved her hand, and bronze scrolls appeared, her Spring and Autumn hand at work.
Twelve bronze scrolls formed a line, and the starry finger technique struck, pushing Zhi Shu and the scrolls back. But even a single bronze scroll, let alone twelve, could not be shattered by the starry finger technique. It was a four tribulation star artifact.
At that moment, Zhi Shu tossed out a formation book, and star sealing stones began to float around her. Wang Jie instinctively destroyed the star sealing stones, but despite shattering several, the formation was still completed.
Zhi Shu sneered. “Did you think formation daoists’ star sealing stones are so easy to destroy? Many formation daoists prepare both real and fake star sealing stones when setting up a formation. As long as the real ones remain intact, the formation will be completed.”
“Wen Yuan used this method to deal with Li Cai. You took advantage of it.”
Wang Jie hadn’t anticipated this move. “You’re a formation daoist?”
Zhi Shu stared at him. “I’ll give you one chance: publicly betray Xing Xue of the Zhi family and join us. Not only will I let you live, but I’ll make sure you live well, because as long as you survive, you’ll be humiliating Xing Xue every day.”
Wang Jie swallowed a revive pill, feeling warmth spread inside him. “Sorry, but I can’t do that. How about you show me how? Start by betraying Zhi Qing first?”
Zhi Shu’s eyes turned cold. “Then you’ll die.” She finished speaking, and the twelve bronze scrolls surrounded her, the cold fire star force surging as the formation activated. The sky above was obscured, and no one could see what was happening here.
“Did you really think the Zhi family was so easy to deal with?”
Wang Jie’s body crackled with heaven thunder. Swords flew from his storage ring, and lock force spread across his body, gradually heating up. At the same time, a debt note appeared.
“I’ve never thought the Zhi family was easy to deal with. After all, I’m disguised as Zhi Nan Xing.”
Zhi Shu’s gaze sharpened. Her star force crashed down.
Wang Jie raised his head, lock force erupting from his body. Compared to Zhi Shu’s star force, his was vastly inferior in both quality and quantity, like a river compared to the sea. But even a river, however small, could make an impact.
He was no ordinary lock force cultivator.
The lock force within him was on par with wandering star realm.
Zhi Shu’s star force slammed down, freezing the lock force and shattering it. The twelve bronze scrolls whirled out, the first one like a blade. Zhi Shu’s phantom emerged from the scroll, slicing through the lock force.
Then came the second, third… all the way to the twelfth.