Chapter 467 - God of Murder (2/2)
Naturally, some older cultivators were more knowledgeable. They cried out, “General of Soul! That’s a sixth-order General of Soul! He’s actually a rank-six Imperial Spirit Commander!”
Imperial Spirit Commander was an ancient inheritance with a frightening reputation in the Cultivation World. This mysterious and special community of cultivators once shocked the world many years ago with their ability to summon ancient souls to go to war for them. Like Xiao Chen, they could fight Apotheosis Realm cultivators with just a General of Soul.
Mo Tiannan’s expression changed. He whipped out a yellow talisman and recited a spell. The talisman immediately turned into a golden light and flew toward Guifeng. It was Senior Gu Ming’s ghost-controlling charm. However, before the talisman could stick itself on Guifeng, a purple light perforated it and reduced it to ashes. The ladies of Hidden Fragrance Wafting Under the Moon were counterattacking as well.
The smell of blood thickened. Large expanses of the snow-covered ground had been dyed red. Mo Tiannan looked aghast. Throwing all caution to the wind, he transformed into a light and sped toward Xiao Chen. Guifeng managed to block and send him flying back where he came from.
After seeing another dozen of his people lose their lives, Mo Tiannan turned to White-brow Solitarian for help. “Perfected Immortal White-brow! Please give me a hand!”
White-brow Solitarian frowned but charged at Xiao Chen as requested. None-flower Dust and Yi Tong moved as well, stopping the new attacker. Yi Tong laughed. “Outsiders aren’t allowed to interfere in the Battle of the Emperors. White-brow kiddo, why don’t you play with us instead?”
“You seek death!” White-brow Solitarian swiped his horsetail whisk at them, attacking them with a wave of ice fragments. Yi Tong and None-flower Dust shifted aside, dodging the attack.
Yi Tong and None-flower Dust kept White-brow Solitarian occupied. Xiao Chen, whose thirst of blood was worsening after his rampage, noticed that Guifeng was struggling to fend off the combined forces of three Apotheosis Realm cultivators. He took off his wooden pendant, recited a few spells, and tossed the pendant into the air as Yi Tong had suggested yesterday. The pendant immediately turned into a puppet the height of two men and started attacking the Apotheosis Realm cultivators.
The puppet might look unremarkable, yet when it raised its hand, it was able to crush two of the Mo family’s elite disciples in the Nirvana Realm into minced meat. This shocked the spectators. First came the terrifying General of Soul, now an invincible puppet. Did Natural Law send this God of Murder here to wipe out the Mo family?
Even so, quite a few cultivators were secretly rejoicing. The Mo family had been acting too arrogantly in the past year, going around challenging and exerting power on various sects under the banner of sword duels. Seeing their pathetic state today gave them quite the satisfaction.
Mo Tiannan never imagined that things would turn out like this. Half of their elite disciples were gone. He knew that a terrifying punishment would await him when he returned to the mansion. If he couldn’t whitewash his sins with some achievements, perhaps Senior Gu Ming would even take and refine his soul.
This thought forced all notions of shame out of his mind. He must drag this out as much as possible until reinforcements arrive and kill Xiao Chen. He yelled, “Please stop, my young friend Xiao! Let’s talk instead. We’ll end the battle here. The title of the Five Emperors is yours!”
“Heh!” Xiao Chen sneered. He could, of course, tell that Mo Tiannan was just trying to buy time. Would Mo Tiannan still choose to talk once the reinforcements got here? He cried, “Those who offend me, I’ll pull them out by the roots and kill them!” He swung his saber and turned two other Mo family’s disciples into fogs of blood.
The onlookers were turning pale at how thick Xiao Chen’s murderous air was. The young man was continuing his rampage even though his enemies had surrendered. Many elders began warning their sect’s disciples, “If you ever run into him in the future, try your best to avoid him. You must never get into conflict with him.”
Xiao Chen’s mouth curved into a taunting smile. He wasn’t rampaging because he had lost his temper today. This was, in fact, his plan all along.
Firstly, the Mo family would never let him live. Rather than waiting helplessly for their inevitable attack, he might as well deal them a huge blow today. It seemed to him that the older generation of the Mo family couldn’t all leave the mansion, so killing these elite younger disciples would be the best.
Secondly, he was setting an example for other sects. If Gui Xian was correct in that he would build up power in the future, there would surely be many affairs waiting for his attention in the early days when he was at his weakest. When the time came, there would likely be many troublemakers at his door. He would first deter them today to teach them not to make any reckless move in the future.
This thought made Xiao Chen tighten his grip around his saber and use a powerful ancient saber skill from the Xiao family’s archives, Overturning Cloud and Rain. In a matter of seconds, he wiped out seven or eight of the Mo family’s elite disciples in the peak of Nascent Soul Realm.
The remaining disciples were so horrified that they started fleeing in a panic. This man was a God of Murder from heaven! Many of them were scared out of their wits after witnessing their comrades’ tragic death in Xiao Chen’s hands. Their will to fight was all but gone. Who could have thought that people like them, who challenged cultivation sects everywhere with a winning streak, would be massacred so badly that the remaining ones couldn’t even raise their hand?
This battle was fated to be the Mo family’s worst after reappearing in the world after a thousand years!
The spectating cultivators were watching with such astonishment that they couldn’t say anything. The Battle of the Five Emperors this time could be said as the bloodiest in history. Blood had dyed the snow-covered Central Peak red. No one could have imagined that after an entire year, Xiao Chen’s reputation as the God of Murder would continue to shock people. His bloodthirsty rampage at the battle today was sure to be ingrained into the minds of everyone here.
While the massacre at Central Peak was climbing to its peak, the South Peak was quiet. A man in white was standing on a boulder on the tip of his toes. Underneath was an endless precipice.
The man was watching everything unfolding on the Central Peak. His white robe fluttered in the wind, as did the long hair behind his shoulder. His tall stature and physique were so similar to Xiao Chen’s that they could pass for twins. His face was obscured behind a silver-white mask with a tiny “Ji” carved on the lower right.
“God of Murder, you say?”
Suddenly, the wind rustled loudly as another man flew toward him. This man was dressed in a fitting black robe meant for fighting. He was also masked, but his was a black iron mask with a tiny “Luo” carved on the lower left. He followed the man in white’s line of sight and looked at the Central Peak.