Chapter 112
Chapter 112
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: I'm About to Go on a Killing Spree
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Boom rumble rumble!
Amid a series of thunderous explosions rolling across the sky like furious thunder, a streak of escaping light hurtled through the air, pursued by dozens of similar streaks close behind.
In the leading escaping light was a black-robed youth with a sinister expression, gritting his teeth as he continuously urged the spiritual treasure in his hand. This treasure was called the "Void-Piercing Heaven-Escaping Black Shuttle." When activated on the escaping light, it could multiply the speed several times over and even allow short-distance void shuttling.
This was none other than the Primal Saint Sect's true inheritor, Qin Tianhe!
But at this moment, Qin Tianhe looked utterly wretched. If not for the "Void-Piercing Heaven-Escaping Black Shuttle" in his hand, he would likely already be reduced to scattered bones.
Chasing behind him was a group of Buddhist cultivators.
"These shameless bald donkeys— they've definitely cheated!"
Qin Tianhe cursed loudly as he fled, clearly sensing something off. After all, the Buddhist cultivators' assembly speed and tracking precision were far too abnormal.
No matter how he concealed his aura, this group of Buddhist cultivators always pinpointed him accurately.
Of course, he had tried turning back to counterattack, but the pursuing Buddhist cultivators were no pushovers. They were proficient in joint attack techniques.
Their leader was slightly inferior to him, but only just.
In this situation, one person couldn't possibly fight them off, so Qin Tianhe could only curse at them nonstop while accelerating his escape.
"Donor, your karmic connection has arrived."
Behind Qin Tianhe, a Buddhist cultivator pressed his palms together, his voice booming like thunder. "Our Dragon-Subduing Temple is short on faithful followers. Would you serve as a guardian in our temple?"
"The Demon Sect treats people as mere materials, committing endless evils without honoring merit or respecting karma— a den of karmic obstacles unfit for pure cultivation. If you abandon the darkness for the light, Donor, and enter the Pure Land to take refuge in the orthodox path, listening to the World Honored One's supreme wondrous dharma, would that not be far better? Why suffer in that Demon Sect lair?"
"Amitabha!"
In an instant, over a dozen Buddhist cultivators chanted in unison.
Amid the rolling thunderous sound were interwoven sutra chants, making Qin Tianhe's head throb intensely, as if something were burrowing into his sea of consciousness.
"You want to convert me!?"
Qin Tianhe's face turned ashen. He mustered all his true qi, suppressing the Buddhist chants in his ears while accelerating further into the distance.
Seeing this, the leading Buddhist cultivator frowned.
At the same time, another Buddhist cultivator stepped forward and whispered, "Senior Brother Guangming, this one excels at escape arts. He doesn't seem easy to capture."
Guangming shook his head. "Junior Brother, you don't know— our master at the Dragon-Subduing Temple urgently needs to recruit faithful followers. Otherwise, why would we be sent to join this Path-Seizing War? It's all to seize this opportunity to convert as many outsiders as possible and bolster our temple. How else are we to advance?"
"This one's methods are extraordinary— clearly a Demon Sect true inheritor."
"That's precisely why the harder he is to catch, the more we must catch him! On this righteous-demon battlefield, even if we truly capture a Primal Saint Sect true inheritor, the Bodhisattva will protect us."
"Keep going— chase him down!"
Guangming was the leader of this group of Buddhist cultivators. Since he had spoken, the others naturally had no objections and pursued Qin Tianhe.
Similar scenes were unfolding across various parts of the Boundary Realm.
However, the Primal Saint Sect disciples varied in strength— the strong like Qin Tianhe, a true inheritor, while the weak were only at late Qi Refining. Thus, outcomes differed.
Some boldly counter-killed their pursuers.
Some exhausted themselves in encirclement and died fighting.
Some, seeing no escape, self-detonated to take enemies down with them.
Yet no matter what, with the Primal Saint Sect disciples preemptively located and ambushed, outnumbered, their losses were inevitably far greater than those of the Dao Court or the Pure Land.
On a barren plain, sword light blazed brilliantly.
Clang—!
As a dharma sword descended, the void parted. Then, a tall, valiant woman strode out, holding a severed head in her hand.
"Fairy Miaozhen lives up to her reputation!"
Below, Wang Jinting from the Dao Court clapped and laughed. "This Demon Sect true inheritor had impressive magic power. Without your intervention, Fairy, it wouldn't have been easy to take him down."
"A mere demon— not worth mentioning."
The tall woman said coldly. "My divine ability has reached great completion, and I'm aiming for Foundation Establishment. I intend to test my sword against the world. These demons can serve as sword sacrifices— they've died well."
Outside the Boundary Realm, three True Lords sat encircling, their dharma bodies propping up the heavens, gazes descending. Every change in the Boundary Realm escaped their eyes.
At that moment, one dharma body suddenly laughed heartily. "Qingcheng, it seems we've taken the lead this time!"
"Amitabha." Another dharma body intoned a Buddha's name. Though saying no more, the implication was clear— they were certain their side held the advantage.
After all, they had come prepared this time. Not only had they readied two position treasures with targeted effects, creating situations for outnumbered ambushes, but they had also specially invited a true inheritor from the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion as external aid to bolster high-end combat power. They had invested no small effort.
And the results satisfied them greatly.
Such a splendid opening!
Yet facing the mockery from the Dao Court and Pure Land True Lords, the Primal Saint Sect's True Lord Clear Clarity Flying Snow remained utterly calm, seemingly unconcerned by the disadvantage.
Seeing her demeanor, the other two True Lords furrowed their brows instead.
Was there a problem?
The Demon Sect acted ruthlessly and cunningly— a fact well-known in both Jiangdong and Jiangxi. True Lord Clear Clarity Flying Snow's composure was truly unsettling.
'But no matter what, this time it's the three sides allied against the demonic path.'
'The advantage is ours!'
Inside the Boundary Realm, ferocity gradually surfaced on Qin Tianhe's face. He had fled for a full half hour, his true qi nearly depleted.
Yet behind him, Guangming and his Buddhist cultivators pursued relentlessly. The dozen-plus escaping lights had merged into a single brilliant golden dragon-shaped light— he recognized it as the divine ability of the Pure Land's Eight Divisions faithful, likely the Dragon Host. Even among Buddhist cultivators, it was no ordinary force.
What despaired Qin Tianhe most was his vague guess at Guangming's intent.
"These bald donkeys... they're using me as bait!"
Qin Tianhe gritted his teeth. In truth, Guangming and the others could have caught and killed him long ago but kept dangling him, maintaining the pursuit posture.
They wanted to see if anyone would come to rescue him?
At that thought, Qin Tianhe suddenly felt like laughing. What did these bald donkeys take the Primal Saint Sect for? A group of team-loving, self-sacrificing paragons?
Better to hope he proactively lured some Primal Saint Sect disciples to serve as shields— that might actually be realistic.
In fact, Qin Tianhe had already decided to do just that.
Dead friends beat dead paupers— as a Primal Saint Sect disciple, he always distinguished clearly between his death and others' on such major issues.
But just then, a whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.
"What is that?"
"Seems like another demonic fiend from Jiangbei!"
Guangming and Qin Tianhe looked up almost simultaneously, both faces lighting with delight— the former at a new prey, the latter at a scapegoat.
Boom!
The next second, a streak of escaping light plummeted from the heavens like a meteor of fire and lightning, booming with earth-shattering rumbles along its path. It split apart only upon landing.
Then, Lu Yang strode out from within, sword rainbows piercing the sky around him, stirring spiritual tides from all directions.
The instant they saw him, Qin Tianhe froze in place.
Such momentum made even Guangming wary. He halted instead of advancing, intoning gravely, "This donor, may I ask which sect—"
Whoosh—!
The sword pellet exploded with a boom, flashing past in an instant!
Lu Yang didn't bother replying. He simply raised his sword and slashed. The foremost Buddhist cultivator immediately circulated his dharma art, erecting a sturdy golden body.
This was a common Pure Land tactic in group battles: those who had refined golden bodies with superior survival means stood at the front, while others unleashed divine abilities from behind, bolstered by formations— like a mobile fortress, offensive and defensive.
Thus, as Lu Yang struck, the Buddhist cultivators responded routinely.
"I'll hold him— you—"
The Buddhist cultivator charging at Lu Yang didn't finish before realizing his voice was severed at the throat. His vision then spun wildly.
"...Huh?"
His golden body, tempered over decades, should withstand even superior treasures— yet it crumpled like paper.
One sword beheaded him!
Lu Yang's expression remained indifferent. He knew nothing of the Pure Land and Dao Court's alliance, nor of the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion sending a familiar face as external aid.
With the True Lords watching above, he only knew it was time to unleash a slaughter!
The swing's force, the lift of his hand, the spell's precision, the pursuit's speed— only going all out would show the Primal Saint Sect True Lords his resolve!
(End of chapter)