Chapter 119: Total Annihilation
The young man in white robes, his long hair flowing, finally revealed a serious and solemn expression on his face. He realized he had been careless.
His response had been somewhat hasty, resulting in the deaths of two junior brothers and the severe injury of a junior sister.
He had not expected that in this mundane world, there would be a cultivator of such extraordinary talent.
Indeed, Song Yue was not merely a warrior but a genuine cultivator dedicated to martial arts!
At this moment, he became increasingly certain that the precious medicines stolen from the herb garden and the missing peony divine tree were the work of the man before him.
Damn it!
As Song Yue charged, the man in white shouted sharply, controlling a beam of white light with his powerful will, directing it at Song Yue while striking out with a palm.
High above, a fiery light appeared.
Like a blazing dragon, resembling an inverted star river, it erupted with unparalleled terrifying energy, intersecting with the white light to slash toward Song Yue.
Song Yue moved like a phantom, instantly evading the two attacks.
His Dragon-Patterned Immortal-Slaying Blade glimmered with a blade light as sharp as a ribbon, fiercely striking down upon the young man in white.
"Kill!"
With Song Yue’s roar, a force overwhelming as a mountain wave surged forth.
Before the blade light even arrived, the earth beneath cracked open.
The man in white shifted swiftly, evading the attack.
Yet, a strand of his flowing long hair was severed by the blade light, drifting in the air.
Furious, the man unleashed a terrifying divine technique; scarlet flames filled the sky, forming a magical formation designed to trap Song Yue and burn him alive on the spot.
At this moment, he no longer cared to use Song Yue as a sacrifice. Suppressing him here and now was paramount.
Boom!
Blades of light struck the earth, carving deep, terrifying chasms.
Sun Chu and Guo Quan, both somewhat cultivated, paled in fear and fled hastily.
Forget about seeking immortality; survival was the only priority!
As Song Yue and the man in white engaged in fierce combat, the region’s abundant, dazzlingly colorful gases seemed to be stirred, becoming restless.
Seeing this, the man in white instantly retreated.
He wasn’t afraid of Song Yue but dreaded those colorful gases.
This dreadful energy, if even slightly touched, would inflict grievous harm.
Once surrounded, survival would be barely possible.
Yet Song Yue showed no fear. He sought ways to delay the man in white, driving him toward the colorful gases.
This man was mad!
The man in white was livid, never expecting to encounter such a person.
He would rather die than perish alone; he wanted them both to be destroyed together.
As the colorful gases drew nearer, he roared, "Have you lost your mind? Even a trace of this stuff on you, and you won’t last!"
Song Yue paid him no mind. With his right hand wielding the blade, he invoked the Eight Desolations Dao Scripture, envisioning its supreme secrets.
His left hand shifted between a fist imprint, unleashing a thunderous punch, and an open palm performing the Star-Splitting Hand, scattering starlight.
He showed no sign of retreat.
The man in white was thoroughly ensnared and began to panic, sweat appearing on his brow.
As the dazzling gases approached, he could bear it no longer and shouted, "Cease!"
"Cease your nonsense!" Song Yue bellowed, pressing forward relentlessly, dragging his opponent madly.
To look down on life disdainfully, to kill without the slightest frown—where was the nobility in that?
You say fight, and they fight; you say stop, and it’s useless!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The energy, restructured and reorganized by Song Yue, erupted with unmatched terrifying power, forcefully holding the man in white in place.
Those who had fled to a distance watched helplessly as the dazzling colorful gases engulfed the two.
The noble-looking woman, already gravely wounded, felt darkness overwhelm her vision, thinking, It’s over! The eldest senior brother was dragged to his death by that man!
News like this, once it reached the Jade Cauldron Sect, would be explosive.
She stood trembling, her body swaying, coughing up fresh blood once more.
Suddenly, from within the vibrant colorful gases came the panicked roar of the young man in white: "How is this possible... ah!"
Followed by a piercing, tragic scream.
Outside, people saw what appeared to be a golden Core, radiating dazzling brilliance like a miniature sun, ascending through the colorful gases toward the heavens—then—
Bang!
The golden Core exploded!
A mushroom-shaped energy cloud erupted violently above the grand tomb.
It was not a spontaneous explosion but a detonation caused by the colorful gases shredding it.
The noble woman stared blankly at the scene, her legs weakening until she collapsed to the ground.
Sun Chu and Guo Quan had fled even farther. They exchanged a glance and without a word made the same decision—run!
They paid no heed to the "fairy"; the most powerful immortal among them must be dead, the golden Core destroyed!
Song Yue... must have perished inside as well.
Such a fierce young man!
Longevity mattered little; living with joy was what counted.
As the two reached the entrance to the secret realm, they suddenly saw the slick-haired youth who had accompanied Song Yue standing there, expression cold as he stared at them.
"What are you doing here? Everyone inside is dead. Why aren’t you running?" Guo Quan immediately stepped between Sun Chu and the youth.
The cultivation world... was now closed off to them.
He had to obediently return to the management bureau for work, meaning Sun Chu remained his superior.
As a savvy workplace survivor, Guo Quan knew exactly how to behave to please his boss.
Sun Chu looked at the youth named Xiao Qi gravely and said, "Young man, leave quickly. Song Yue is already dead inside. We won’t hold you responsible..."
Xiao Qi’s eyes reddened as he gazed toward the mushroom-shaped energy above the tomb.
Brother Yue is dead?
Song Yue, such a cunning man—how could he be dead?
But the exploding golden Core disrupted his mind.
No matter how powerful, Brother Yue probably could not contend with a Core-Condensing master.
"He’s dead… and you still want to survive?"
A ruthless gleam flashed in Xiao Qi’s eyes. He loved exploring tombs, was a tomb archaeology expert, and disliked killing.
But now, he wanted to tear these two to pieces!
"What are you saying? We are Song Yue’s superiors and have nothing to do with his death!" Guo Quan shouted fiercely.
He immediately drew a high-energy particle gun and fired at Xiao Qi.
Like a phantom, Xiao Qi dodged as the gun was drawn, and suddenly a strange blue puppet with a nose and eyes appeared out of thin air.
"Kill them!" Xiao Qi commanded coldly.
The agile blue puppet lunged at Guo Quan and Sun Chu.
Though both had some cultivation and decent equipment, they were as fragile as lambs before a tiger against the puppet.
In the blink of an eye, they were torn apart.
Even Xiao Qi was startled by the puppet’s ferocity, but with the scripture page in hand, the blue puppet obeyed perfectly.
After dispatching the two, Xiao Qi wasted no time turning back toward the tomb.
He refused to believe Song Yue was dead!
Without a body, he would not accept it!
Before the tomb, Song Yue stood deep within the colorful gases.
All the gases kept a respectful distance from him, scattering wherever he went.
He approached the long-dead young man in white, whose eyes remained wide in shock.
A prodigy at mid-Core Condensing stage, one of the contemporary prodigies of the Jade Cauldron Sect, had died so miserably here.
Even the corpse was nearly dissolved by the colorful gases; if not for Song Yue’s timely arrival, no remains would be left.
Song Yue had come for something.
The young man in white carried many valuable items: a purple-gold gourd, seemingly similar to one obtained earlier by Ling Xiaohan in the Tianyue Star Earth Palace; the white light it emitted was vicious.
He could give it to someone nearby; it was a fine magical tool.
Also, a small flying sword, quite formidable.
Song Yue soon found the purple-gold gourd, the small flying sword, and a storage ring on the man in white.
Then he stepped back, silently watching as the colorful gases once more enveloped the corpse.
"Rest in peace," Song Yue said softly, then strode outward.
Outside the dense gases, two white-robed disciples stood dumbfounded, nearly incapable of thought.
They were the man in white’s fellow disciples, both peak Core Condensing cultivators, serving as followers and errand runners.
Now that their master was dead, they were lost, unsure where to go.
But they had no choice, for Song Yue emerged, giving them no chance to speak.
He leapt forward, kicking each into the colorful gases behind him.
"Go join your master," he said.
Taking large strides, Song Yue approached the noble woman.
Her expression was one of disbelief, eyes wide as if seeing a ghost.
She watched as Song Yue kicked her two companions into the gases, stammering, "You... you… how can you be alive?"
Song Yue quickly reached her, standing above in a commanding manner, as they had once looked down upon him.
"Did you walk into that gas yourself, or should I control you and toss you in?" he asked.
The words dripped with irony to Tong Moxue, the noble woman.
Just now, this group had treated Song Yue like that.
Born with noble status, she refused to bow her head and say she was beaten, so she remained silent.
"Don’t want to choose? Then I’ll choose for you," Song Yue said, grabbing Tong Moxue’s slender, delicate ankle and dragging her toward the tomb like a branch.
"Go join your companions!"
"No!" Tong Moxue screamed, crying out loudly, "Let me go!"
Song Yue remained impassive, dragging her onward.
She tried to attack him, but he easily blocked every move.
When uninjured, she was no match for him; now, how could she harm him?
"Are you still a man?! Attacking a woman like this?"
Dragging her forward, Song Yue sneered, "Now you remember you’re a person? You’re not human; you’re an immortal, a lofty… High Immortal!"
Tong Moxue completely broke down, wailing, "I was wrong, spare me! I’ll do anything!"
"You’re not wrong. How could a High Immortal be wrong? Even if you kill, it’s only ants," Song Yue said coldly, continuing to drag her.
Tong Moxue struggled wildly, leaving a long scratch on the ground.
Xiao Qi, returning at that moment, saw this and opened his mouth in surprise, eyes wide, whispering, "Brother Yue is incredible!"
"I’ll tell you everything, just spare me! I’ll do anything, just don’t kill me!"
Tong Moxue screamed, utterly broken.
"I don’t want to know anything. I only know you’re a group of cruel, bloodthirsty scum," Song Yue said indifferently, now only dozens of meters from the dazzling gases.
Tong Moxue could clearly sense the endless killing intent within the colorful gases.
She was terrified beyond measure.
She blurted out, "Those we threw in there were members of the Three-Headed Dragon faction of the Western Human Camp. They weren’t good people. I’m an inner disciple of the Jade Cauldron Sect. Song Yue, don’t kill me. I know how to cover up the killing of my fellow disciples. Otherwise, they’ll definitely investigate you. No matter how powerful you are, you can’t defeat a Divine Fragment stage master, right?"
She spoke rapidly, spilling almost every secret she knew, including sect gossip, desperately trying to buy her life.
Finally, Song Yue tossed her into the gases.
Tong Moxue let out a frenzied scream, cursing Song Yue with the vilest words.
Xiao Qi approached Song Yue from afar, giving a thumbs up with admiration.
"Brother Yue, no words needed—you’re absolutely badass!"
Song Yue glanced at him. "Would you hesitate to strike?"
Xiao Qi spat disdainfully. "I wouldn’t spare her! Ruthless in killing, submissive in begging—who deserves to live?"
Song Yue nodded and looked at him. "Why have you come back?"
Xiao Qi recounted what happened at the secret realm’s entrance, then said, "I don’t believe you’re dead. I won’t be satisfied until I see for myself!"
Sun Chu and Guo Quan, those management bureau big shots, actually taken down by Xiao Qi? Impressive!
Song Yue patted his shoulder. "Let’s go, brother."
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