Chapter 350 - Third Level of the Devilish Skill (2/2)
Suddenly, a loud cracking sound shattered the air as a ten Chinese feet-long fracture appeared on the south wall of the formation. The purple-robed Warden was shocked. His gaze soon turned sharp and stern. “Even if it means spending half of my lifeforce today, I swear I won’t let you escape!” he bellowed, biting the tip of his tongue. He spat his mouthful of Essence Blood at the crack and sealed it in an instant.
“Crack!”
Within seconds, however, another fracture appeared on the southeast wall of the formation. Without a second thought, the white-robed Warden sealed the fissure with a mouthful of Essence Blood.
“Crack!” “Crack!” “Crack!”
Countless cracks emerged in the wall of the formation. The expression on the Wardens changed, and the other cultivators also began to panic. Xiao Chen sneered and yelled, “Shatter it!” Overwhelming Devil Qi spilled out of the formation. Following a rumbling explosion, the entire Devil Vanquishing Formation collapsed, and countless cultivators outside were sent flying. Those with low cultivations were even killed.
The four Wardens sustained the worst damage. The explosion flung them away and sent them crashing to the ground, blood flowing out of their mouths like a leaking faucet. The other six Nirvana Realm cultivators were also severely hurt. Those watching in the distance were deeply shaken, having never thought that Xiao Chen would be this horrifying after using the third level of the Devilish Skill.
“Hehe…” Xiao Chen sneered. He walked up to the blue-robed old man from earlier. With a changed expression, the old man swiftly cast a spell to turn into a sword radiance and flee in the southwest direction.
Xiao Chen didn’t chase after him. He continued to walk with unhurried steps. Many of the Orthodox cultivators, having sustained severe injuries, didn’t dare to stop him. They could only watch him with frightened expressions. Suddenly, they saw him stretch his right hand and drew a faraway disciple over. He said sternly, “Tell me, what is the Orthodox Path!”
The disciple was so terrified that he had turned as white as a sheet of paper. His voice, alongside his body, was trembling. “I… I don’t know…”
“Don’t know? Scram!” Xiao Chen flung him away with tremendous force. He stretched out his left hand and drew yet another disciple to his grasp. “Tell me, what are the living creatures of the world!”
This disciple was shaking just as badly as the one before. He said incoherently, “It’s whatever the Sect Leader says it is… I don’t know the answer either…”
“Then you should scram as well!” Xiao Chen threw him aside. He reached out again, this time catching a cyan-robed older man. It was the same man that said to kill him for the sake of all living creatures of the world.
Before Xiao Chen could speak, the cyan-robed old man said sternly, “Devil’s Practice follower! You’ve committed so many heinous deeds! You won’t be able to escape the Orthodox Path’s punishment in the future! My life is in your hands today; kill me if you want to! Don’t even think about disgracing me!”
“Then you should go to hell!” Xiao Chen struck the older man’s skull with his palm and instantly reduced him into a mist of blood.
Everyone had long turned pale from horror. The Cool Breeze Sect disciples were deeply troubled to see their Sect Leader die in the hands of a Devil’s Practice follower. Yet, they were unable to take revenge.
Xiao Chen, with his hair messily cascading down his shoulders, laughed with his head titled back. His laughter was wrought with sorrow. “I cherish all living creatures under heaven, yet when have they ever cherish me? This world has abandoned me, and the living creatures have turned their backs against me. Today, I’ll show you what a true devil is!”
Following his scream, the overwhelming Devil Qi once again scattered. It was so strong that everyone was shaken to the core. Right at this moment, a panicked cry came from the distance. “Xiao Chen!”
Xiao Chen turned around, revealing a frightening pair of dark purple pupils, and said coldly, “Speak!”
A pale-faced Yu Yifeng felt as if a saber had pierced his heart. “Enough with the killing. You should go. No one can stop you now…”
Xiao Chen’s mournful laughter rang in the air. He turned his back to Yu Yifeng, redirecting his gaze to the purple-robed Warden of the Immortal’s League. His gaze was like Sword Qi so sharp that anyone who touches it would be injured! Everyone looked away, not daring to meet his eyes.
The purple-robed Warden shuddered before saying in a cold voice, “Xiao Chen! Even if you escape today, you won’t be able to run far!” He was trying everything he could to delay Xiao Chen until the Elder’s arrival.
“Is that so? Then let me you send to hell first!” Xiao Chen attacked, moving like a bolt of lightning. The three other Wardens immediately went up to stop him, but with all their injuries, they were no match for the current Xiao Chen.
A fog of Devil Qi came rolling, sending the three cultivators flying. Xiao Chen was just a palm’s length away from the purple-robed Warden when a golden Sword Qi fell on them. Instantly, rocks flew up the air. Xiao Chen retreated, but before he could regain firm footing, a silhouette appeared in front of him and struck him with a palm. A loud explosion resounded as the new opponent sent him flying nearly fifty feet backward with a powerful palm attack.
“Who is it?!” The moment Xiao Chen’s footing was firm, he swiftly turned around. He saw a white-bearded older man, dressed in a Taoist robe with a cyan-and-white embroidered Bagua trigram, standing firmly in place. With hands clasped his back and fluttering sleeves, he emanated the air of Immortal Qi. If he stood high in the clouds, he would look like a wizened Immortal.
“Chanyu Zheng, Immortals’ League.”