Chapter 180: Volcano (1/2)

The battle in Dusk City had left the Arcane Golden Bell as part of the spoils of war. Dread of Lu Yun ran too high for the Qing Clan to demand the dao immortal-grade treasure back.

The governor handed it to Qing Han after his friend woke up, but Qing Han had merely thrown it into the Scroll of Shepherding Immortals for Empress Myrtlestar to erase the brand and power of the Qing bloodline, then returned the bell to Lu Yun.

In his words, his clan would pressure him into returning the golden bell if it knew the treasure was in his possession. He’d rather bequeath it to Lu Yun than allow his clan the satisfaction.

As for whether or not this would offend the Qing Clan.... Well, Lu Yun had already forced the Qing dao immortal to streak naked in front of the world. It couldn’t get any worse than that. Even if Lu Yun were the one to return the golden bell to the Qing Clan, it still wouldn’t earn him any goodwill.

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Meanwhile, peerless immortals Lü Biao and Beigong Yu worked in concert to activate the Arcane Golden Bell. Terrible sound waves hit Feng Wujiang squarely from the Gates of the Abyss.

Blood geysered from all seven of the immortal’s orifices, and the Tempest Bird attached to him immediately scattered on the wind. The bell’s soundwaves left him covered in blood, gradually rendering his body into ash and disintegrating his soul. Yet his eyes still blazed with the determination to kill Lu Yun. Not even his own destruction would stop him.

The golden bell tolled ceaselessly onwards, wearing away at Feng Wujiang’s body and soul even as his sword burst into splendid magnificence.

“Die!” shrieked Feng Wujiang. All of his being was focused on the tip of the blade, which blossomed along with the last of his life force.

Lu Yun lifted his head to face the man and murmured, “You are an outstanding character. If only you could die at my hands. What a pity that I’m not yet powerful enough to take your life.”

Swoosh!

Something green rushed out of the Gates of the Abyss and lunged at Feng Wujiang.

“Waughhh!!” it screamed excitedly, maw yawning open to bite down on the human. Green dyed Feng Wujiang’s face as the air of death filled his eyes. His iridescent sword energy and flare of life were instantaneously vanquished.

“Poison… Fiend...” murmured Feng Wujiang.

Whoosh.

A breeze scattered the green dust that was left of him. The poison fiend belched in satisfaction and burrowed back into the Gates of the Abyss, returning to the Wheel of Poison in Lü Guhong’s hand.

……

Silence reigned.

One of the three Cloudwater wardens was dead at Lu Yun’s hands. The newly defeated Tempest soldiers fell deeper into despair, their morale completely shattered by the loss of their general.

“There will be no Tempest Army from this day forth,” Zhu Yu sighed.

Feng Wujiang had spent the last thousand years recruiting soldiers. Even the Great Tempest Formation was something he’d excavated from an ancient tomb. He was the heart and soul of the army; no one would be able to take over from him. His death had stripped the soldiers of their identity.