Chapter 330
Chapter 330
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: [Unknown]
Chapter Title: Death in the Pouring Sorrow Sea
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In that instant, everyone froze.
Cheng Xian and the other human immortals from the Xuanling Realm were stunned that someone could actually be killed like this, while the Sword Pavilion side was purely shocked that Ye Xingfeng could be killed at all.
Ye Guyue's beautiful eyes widened in an instant.
*Impossible!*
Though Ye Xingfeng was only at mid-Foundation Establishment and not yet complete, he possessed a sword pellet of exceptionally high quality. His true combat power was absolutely no weakling among those at mid-Foundation Establishment.
How could he be critically wounded by a single strike from Cheng Xian, leading to his death?
This didn't make sense!
With that thought, Ye Guyue whipped her gaze around, fixing it on the grief-stricken Lu Yang.
"It was you! You dared to harm a true person of our Sword Pavilion?"
"Fellow Daoist, don't spout nonsense."
Lu Yang sighed, his face unable to hide his sorrow.
"Senior Brother Ye and I hit it off at first sight, with no prior grudges. Why would I harm him?"
Lu Yang had thought these words would shut Ye Guyue's mouth.
But he had underestimated the底线 of Sword Pavilion true persons. Upon hearing this, Ye Guyue actually put on a righteous expression and stated without hesitation:
"Of course it's because we want you dead!"
"You must have seen through my intentions with Xingfeng, so you set up this trap and killed him! Loose cultivators without a sense of justice—truly the demons of the Northern Rivers!"
At these words, Lu Yang stared straight at Ye Guyue, only to see her expression calm and sincere, as if she truly believed there was nothing wrong with what she'd said. She grew even more convinced:
"If you died and reincarnated, there would naturally come a day when fate led you to join our Sword Pavilion. Who would have thought you were so vicious!"
"Ungrateful wretch!"
With that realization, killing intent flickered in Ye Guyue's eyes as she looked at Lu Yang. He, in turn, adopted an even more aggrieved expression.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, I'm heartbroken over Senior Brother Ye's death too."
He sighed again.
"But with a great enemy before us, shouldn't we join forces and fight together first? We can't afford to lose the big picture over something small, right?"
"Hmph!"
Ye Guyue wasn't a fool, after all. She knew they couldn't afford infighting right now, but she refused to team up with Lu Yang, instead putting more distance between them.
Lu Yang looked even more aggrieved at this, letting out another involuntary sigh as he thought to himself:
*What a pity—I can't trick another one to death amid the chaos.*
—Ye Guyue had guessed correctly.
Yes, it was him.
Cheng Xian's full-powered strike alone naturally couldn't kill Ye Xingfeng. Even caught off guard, Ye Xingfeng couldn't have been crippled in one blow.
But with Lu Yang added to the mix, it was different.
*The Sea of Pouring Sorrow lets me transform into a sea of qi, formless and dispersing at will, impervious to divine abilities. At the same time, the smoke from my dharma body can obscure others' divine sense!*
The reason Ye Xingfeng was critically wounded by Cheng Xian's strike was that the Sea of Pouring Sorrow had blinded his divine sense. He hadn't detected the attack at all until it hit him. By then, it was too late—none of his divine abilities could be unleashed before he perished.
*This is for chasing me across the seas in your last life!*
Lu Yang suppressed his feigned grief, sneering inwardly as he withdrew his gaze from Ye Guyue's graceful silhouette. He was never in a hurry for revenge.
There would be a long time ahead!
With that thought, Lu Yang turned back toward Cheng Xian, only to see the human immortal looking calm. After all, to him, who died didn't really matter.
What mattered was that someone had died.
*At least one less major foe. That eases things for me.*
Cheng Xian pondered, glancing at Lu Yang once more before decisively retreating. He no longer clashed head-on, instead charging toward Yu Shao.
Pick the soft persimmon to squeeze first!
*This person's divine abilities are too bizarre. I can't take him down quickly or reclaim the Shen Gold. Better to achieve one goal first than waste time.*
Cheng Xian's thinking was clear, but how could Lu Yang give him the chance? No—in fact, the retreat intent surfacing in Cheng Xian's mind right now had been forcibly drawn out by Lu Yang's Sea of Pouring Sorrow!
Boom!
In an instant, a point of golden light exploded amid the vast sea of smoke, hidden within it and undetectable. It silently arrived behind Cheng Xian.
Then came a thunderous roar. Cheng Xian's body had no time to turn. Like Ye Xingfeng on the verge of death, by the time he reacted, Lu Yang's blade had already stabbed in. Boiling sword qi surged like blazing fire into his flesh, swiftly spreading through his limbs and bones.
Yuantu Treasure Talisman!
Amid the Sword Pavilion forces, Lu Yang naturally couldn't use Holy Sect techniques. He could only unleash all the sword qi talismans he'd refined on his own.
And stuff them into Cheng Xian in one go.
"No... don't..."
Before Cheng Xian could finish, countless sword qis erupted, instantly riddling him like a sieve.
To make matters worse, the heavy blow destabilized his divine abilities, and all the previously expelled injuries returned in this moment.
Upon their return, they exceeded his limits.
Crack!
With a explosive snap, Cheng Xian's body shattered into countless fragments. Lu Yang swept them all into his Ten Thousand Spirits Banner with a flick.
At the same time, he didn't forget to shout:
"Senior Brother Ye, I've avenged you!"
With Cheng Xian dead, the already shaken human immortals from the Xuanling Realm grew even more fearful.
And right then—
Boom!
A massive rumble echoed as the clouds parted and mists dispersed.
High in the firmament, the azure-white glow finally faded, revealing the figure of Perfected Being Demon-Quelling, Ye Guangji. His Slayless Sword had already returned to its sheath.
His expression remained melancholic, his sigh full of reluctance.
Yet in stark contrast to his demeanor, blood dripped steadily. In his hand dangled the heads of Celestial Immortal Minghua and three earth immortals!