Chapter 111: I'm About to Go on a Killing Spree
Chapter 111: I'm Going on a Killing Spree
Boom!
With a series of thunderous explosions resembling rolling thunder, a streak of escaping light darted across the sky, pursued closely by dozens of similar streaks.
Within the fleeing light, a young man in black robes with a sinister expression gritted his teeth as he continuously activated the spiritual treasure in his hand—the "Void-Piercing Sky-Escape Crow Shuttle." This treasure could multiply his speed severalfold and even allow short-distance void traversal.
This man was none other than Qin Tianhe, a true disciple of the Saint Sect!
However, Qin Tianhe was in a sorry state. If not for the "Void-Piercing Sky-Escape Crow Shuttle," he would likely have been reduced to ashes by now.
Chasing behind him was a group of Buddhist cultivators.
"These shameless bald donkeys must be cheating!"
Qin Tianhe cursed loudly as he fled, clearly sensing something amiss. The speed at which these Buddhist cultivators had gathered and their tracking precision were far too abnormal.
No matter how he concealed his qi, they always managed to pinpoint his location.
Of course, he had tried turning around to counterattack. But the Buddhist cultivators pursuing him were no pushovers—they were well-versed in coordinated attacks.
The leader, though slightly weaker than him, was not far behind.
In such a situation, fighting alone was impossible. Thus, Qin Tianhe could only curse loudly while accelerating his escape.
"Benefactor, your fate has arrived."
Behind Qin Tianhe, a Buddhist cultivator clasped his hands together, his voice booming like thunder: "Our Fulong Temple is in need of devotees. You could serve as one of our protectors."
"The Demon Sect treats humans as mere materials, committing countless evils, disregarding virtue, disrespecting karma, and accumulating boundless sins... It is no place for pure cultivation. If you abandon the darkness and embrace the light, converting to the Pure Land, listening to the supreme teachings of the World-Honored One, would that not be far better? Why suffer in that demonic sect..."
"...Amitabha!"
In an instant, over a dozen Buddhist cultivators echoed in unison.
Amidst the rolling thunderous chants, scriptures intertwined, causing Qin Tianhe's head to pound violently as if something were drilling into his sea of consciousness.
"Trying to convert me!?"
Qin Tianhe's face darkened with rage. Summoning all his true qi, he suppressed the Buddhist chants ringing in his ears and sped away even faster.
Seeing this, the leading Buddhist cultivator frowned.
Another cultivator stepped forward and whispered, "Senior Brother Guang Ming, this man is exceptionally skilled at fleeing. He doesn't seem easy to capture."
Guang Ming shook his head. "Junior Brother, you don't understand. Our master's Fulong Temple urgently needs to recruit devotees. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been sent to participate in this Dao-Seizing War—to seize this opportunity to convert outsiders and bolster our temple's ranks. How else can we advance?"
"This man's abilities are extraordinary—clearly a true disciple of the Demon Sect."
"The harder he is to catch, the more we must capture him! Even if we seize a Saint Sect true disciple on the battlefield between righteousness and demonic forces, the Bodhisattva will protect us."
"Continue! Chase him down!"
As the leader of this group of Buddhist cultivators, Guang Ming's word was law. The others dared not disobey and immediately resumed their pursuit of Qin Tianhe.
Similar scenes were unfolding across the battlefield.
However, Saint Sect disciples varied in strength—some, like Qin Tianhe, were true disciples, while others were only at the late-stage Qi Refining realm. Thus, their fates differed.
Some turned the tables and slaughtered their pursuers.
Some fought desperately before falling to overwhelming numbers.
Some, seeing no escape, chose self-destruction to take their enemies with them.
Yet no matter the outcome, the Saint Sect had been ambushed, outnumbered, and suffered far greater losses than the Dao Court or the Pure Land.
On a desolate plain, sword light blazed brilliantly.
Clang! Clang!
As a flying sword descended, the void split open, revealing a tall, valiant woman stepping out, holding a severed head.
"The legendary Miaozhen Immortal lives up to her name!"
Below, Wang Jinting of the Dao Court applauded with a smile. "This Demon Sect true disciple's magic power was formidable. Without your intervention, capturing him would have been difficult."
"A mere demon is hardly worth mentioning."
The tall woman replied coldly, "Having mastered my divine abilities, I now seek to establish my Foundation. These demons serve as worthy sacrifices to temper my sword."
...........
Beyond the battlefield, three True Lords sat encircled, their dharma bodies towering like celestial pillars. Their gazes penetrated the realm below, missing nothing.
Suddenly, one of the dharma bodies burst into laughter. "Qingcheng, it seems we've taken the lead this time!"
"Amitabha..."
Another dharma body chanted a Buddhist invocation, though silent, its meaning was clear—they believed victory was assured.
This time, they had come prepared. Not only had they brought two Fruit Position Treasures tailored for this battle, creating situations where they could ambush and overwhelm their enemies, but they had also invited true disciples from the Sword Pavilion as reinforcements to bolster their high-end combat power. No effort had been spared.
Naturally, the results were satisfying.
Such a splendid beginning!
Yet in the face of the Dao Court and Pure Land True Lords' taunts, Qingcheng Feixue True Lord of the Saint Sect remained utterly calm, as if entirely unbothered by their disadvantage.
Her composure only deepened the unease of the other two True Lords.
...Could there be a problem?
The Demon Sect was notorious for its ruthlessness and cunning—something both Jiangdong and Jiangxi had learned well. Qingcheng Feixue True Lord's serenity was deeply unsettling.
'But no matter what, this is a three-way alliance against the Demon Sect.'
'The advantage is ours!'
..........
Back on the battlefield, Qin Tianhe's expression grew increasingly ferocious. He had been fleeing for half an hour, and his true qi was nearly depleted.
Yet Guang Ming and his group of Buddhist cultivators remained hot on his heels. Their dozen streaks of escaping light had merged into a single golden dragon-shaped radiance—a divine ability of the Eight Divisions of Buddhist Hosts from the Deep Joy Pure Land, belonging to the Dragon Division. Among Buddhist cultivators, this was no ordinary technique.
What truly filled Qin Tianhe with despair was that he had begun to suspect Guang Ming's true intentions.
"These bald donkeys... are using me as bait!"
Qin Tianhe gritted his teeth. Guang Ming and his group could have overtaken and killed him long ago, yet they deliberately maintained this chase.
Were they waiting to see if anyone would come to his rescue?
The thought almost made him laugh. What did these bald donkeys think the Saint Sect was? A benevolent organization where disciples sacrificed themselves for each other?
Rather than hoping for rescue, it was more realistic to expect him to find other Saint Sect disciples to use as shields.
In fact, Qin Tianhe was already planning to do just that.
As the saying went, better others die than oneself. As a Saint Sect disciple, he had no qualms about such choices.
But just then, a sharp whistling sound pierced the sky.
"What... is that?"
"Another demon from Jiangbei!"
Both Guang Ming and Qin Tianhe looked up simultaneously—the former delighted at the prospect of fresh prey, the latter relieved at finding a scapegoat.
Boom!
The next moment, a streak of escaping light descended like a meteor, its passage accompanied by deafening explosions. Only upon landing did it disperse, revealing Lü Yang stepping forward, sword radiance piercing the sky and stirring the surrounding spiritual tides.
At the sight of him, Qin Tianhe froze in place.
Such a display also gave Guang Ming pause. Instead of rushing forward, he halted and spoke solemnly, "This benefactor, may I ask—"
Whoosh!
The sword pill shrieked through the air, vanishing in an instant!
Lü Yang couldn't be bothered to answer. With a single swing of his sword, he struck. The Buddhist cultivator at the forefront immediately activated a defensive incantation, summoning an indestructible golden body.
This was a common tactic among Pure Land cultivators in group battles—those with golden body cultivation and strong defensive techniques took the front line, while others supported from behind with divine abilities and formations, creating a mobile fortress that could attack or retreat at will.
Thus, when Lü Yang attacked, the Buddhist cultivators reacted as trained.
"I'll block him, you all—"
The words died in the cultivator's throat as his head was severed mid-sentence. His vision spun before darkness claimed him.
"...Huh?"
His golden body, forged over decades, was supposedly impervious to even high-grade magical treasures. Yet now, it had been sliced apart like paper.
A single sword strike—decapitation!
Lü Yang's expression remained indifferent. He was unaware that the Pure Land and Dao Court had allied, nor did he know that the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion had sent an old acquaintance as reinforcement.
With True Lords watching from above, all he knew was that he was about to go on a killing spree!
The force of his sword swings, the height of his strikes, the precision of his spells, the speed of his pursuit—only by giving his all could he show the Saint Sect True Lords his resolve!