Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Profound Yin Form-Seizing, Nail Head Life Claiming
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Rumble!
A fierce wail, accompanied by increasingly intense spiritual energy fluctuations, rocked the air. Ouyang Haoze's eyes were bloodshot; he had clearly become ruthless.
Seeing this, the other two late-stage Qi Refining cultivators from the Divine Might Sect, Wu Zhichong and Duanmu Yuan, could no longer sit still.
"Senior Brother Ouyang!"
Wu Zhichong was the first to step forward. Looking at Ouyang Haoze's current wretched state, he was somewhat terrified and said in a low voice, "The Supreme Empyrean Mirror is, after all, a matter of great importance..."
"I understand."
Ouyang Haoze glanced back at Wu Zhichong, the fury in his bloodshot eyes quickly subsiding. He said calmly, "But the devil in this formation is more important! He is young yet proficient in formations, and his cultivation is not weak. If he breaks through to the Perfected Qi Refining Realm in the future, he might even be able to attempt Foundation Establishment."
"If we can kill a Foundation Establishment seed of the Demon Sect, then sacrificing a Supreme Empyrean Mirror is worth it!"
Buzz! Buzz!
In the air, the Supreme Empyrean Mirror let out a violent tremor, as if it had a different opinion.
Yet Ouyang Haoze turned a deaf ear. It was just a spiritual treasure. When it was useful, he'd call it "Lord Supreme Empyrean"; when it was useless, what was it worth?
Seeing that Ouyang Haoze had made up his mind, Wu Zhichong could only sigh and stop trying to dissuade him. After all, Ouyang Haoze, at the Perfected Qi Refining Realm, was the leader of the Divine Might Sect's party this time. Since he had made a decision, he would naturally bear the consequences. It was enough that he had tried to advise him.
Meanwhile, inside the market city.
Lu Yang put away the Blood Sun Sword Pellet, which had been mostly destroyed in the explosion, and held the Innate Primal Qi Ten Thousand Spirits Banner, his expression unreadable as he gazed at Ouyang Haoze outside the city.
"Junior Brother Lu, you're not dead?"
Fairy Feixia and Lu Yuanchun approached, one with a face full of pleasant surprise, the other filled with lingering fear from their near-death experience, as well as a new wariness towards Lu Yang.
"Brother Lu, you truly hide your talents well!"
Lu Yuanchun praised loudly, "By repelling Ouyang Haoze this time, the market city is safe. We can hold out until the Primal Saint Sect receives the news and sends reinforcements!"
"Repel? It's far too early for that."
Lu Yang shook his head.
"Indeed. Look at Ouyang Haoze's state; he's suffered a great loss of vitality and blood. This is more than just repelling him; he's clearly been heavily injured. This should serve as a profound lesson for him!"
Fairy Feixia clapped her hands and smiled.
Hearing this, Lu Yuanchun quickly chimed in with agreement.
However, Lu Yang merely sneered at their words and said something astonishing, "Merely repelling him, how can that solve the problem once and for all? I have never been one to leave behind future troubles."
"It's better to just kill him. Simple and clean!"
"Kill... kill who?"
Ouyang Haoze?
For a moment, Fairy Feixia and Lu Yuanchun stood frozen on the spot. Even in their most optimistic imaginings, such a scene had never appeared.
That was a Perfected Qi Refining cultivator, a true disciple of the righteous path!
Who could kill him?
How could he be killed?
The next second, Lu Yang took out the "Profound Feminine Grand Yin Treasure Jade" that Lu Yuanchun had returned to him earlier. He formed a hand seal and channeled his magic, refining it in the palm of his hand.
Following that, the treasure jade gradually melted under Lu Yang's control, finally transforming into a circle of light, like a ghastly white, translucent treasure mirror. Under the light's illumination, figures quickly appeared in Lu Yang's eyes, each corresponding to a residual wisp of Qi.
Judging by the others' reactions, it seemed only he could see them.
Fairy Feixia, Lu Yuanchun, Ouyang Haoze, Wu Zhichong, Duanmu Yuan... everyone who had fought here had left behind a trace of their Qi.
"So this is the Profound Yin Form-Seizing Grand Art..."
The second divine ability from the *True Method of Corpse-Shedding under the Lunar Yin*. The only difficulty lay in the external material, so Lu Yang mastered it in an instant after obtaining the treasure jade!
"Let's test its power."
Lu Yang lowered his eyelids and quickly locked onto a residual wisp of Qi—it was Ouyang Haoze's. He used the Profound Yin Form-Seizing Grand Art to capture it.
"Profound Yin Form-Seizing..."
Lu Yang activated the divine ability. The next moment, the circle of light formed by the Profound Feminine Grand Yin Treasure Jade devoured Ouyang Haoze's Qi and then projected his image.
"...Nail Head Life Claiming!"
Immediately, Lu Yang chopped down with his fingers formed into a blade.
With a "crack!", the circle of light split in two, and along with it, Ouyang Haoze's image was also split in half from head to toe.
To be safe, Lu Yang had sliced vertically.
At almost the exact same time.
Outside the market city, Ouyang Haoze had just finished his conversation with Wu Zhichong. He turned back to the market city and, with a raise of his hand, threw the Supreme Empyrean Mirror into the formation.
Although the Supreme Empyrean Mirror struggled violently, his mind was made up; he was going to detonate it.
But in the next second, Ouyang Haoze's movements came to an abrupt halt.
Immediately after, a bizarre gash appeared out of thin air on the top of his head. It rapidly spread downward, finally erupting in a spray of blood.
He split apart.
His corpse fell from the sky, with half of his face still frozen in astonishment. His eyeball twitched slightly, as if he hadn't yet realized what had just happened.
"What's happening... I'm... dead?"
His consciousness dissipated in a state of confusion.
Without Ouyang Haoze's control, the Supreme Empyrean Mirror that had fallen into the formation also calmed down. Lu Yang beckoned with his hand, and it flew over to him of its own accord.
In the Northern Frontier, at the main altar of the Divine Might Sect.
Inside a brightly lit grand hall.
This place was called the "Soul Lamp Hall," and as the name suggested, it housed the soul lamps of the Divine Might Sect's many high-ranking members, including the sect master, elders, and even the true disciples.
As a long-established power in the Northern Frontier, the Divine Might Sect had ruled for over a thousand years. Its prestige was deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people, and it was rare for any of its high-ranking members to perish. Thus, the disciples assigned to guard this place were mostly lazy, viewing the position as a cushy job to collect sect subsidies.
Today was no different. The disciple on duty was performing a routine check of the soul lamps.
He entered the hall and swept his gaze across the room.
Lit, lit, lit, lit, out, lit, lit...
Hmm?
The disciple blinked, subconsciously turning his head back. He then rubbed his eyes again, his expression slowly shifting from casualness to terror.
"It's out! It's out! Senior Brother Ouyang's soul lamp went out!?"
His voice instantly echoed through the hall.
The next second, a middle-aged Daoist appeared out of thin air in the hall. His gaze fell upon the extinguished soul lamp, his face a mixture of shock and fury.
How many years had it been? How many years since a true disciple of the Divine Might Sect had fallen?
"Ouyang... Skull Mountain!?"
The middle-aged Daoist's face was ashen. He suddenly reached out, took Ouyang Haoze's soul lamp, and channeled his magical power, forcibly reigniting the flame!
Of course, the dead cannot be brought back to life.
This reignited flame could not bring Ouyang Haoze back, but at most, it could reveal the last thing he saw before his death.
Soon, the flame projected a scene.
The middle-aged Daoist recognized it at a glance as the Primal Saint Sect's market city at Skull Mountain. Inside the city, a handsome and elegant young man was gazing into the distance.
It was him? He killed Ouyang Haoze?
A deep, bone-chilling hatred emerged in the middle-aged Daoist's eyes.
Because Ouyang Haoze was not only a true disciple of the sect but also the most outstanding of the Ouyang family's younger generation, a junior in whom he had placed great hope!
This hatred, this enmity, would not rest until one of them was dead!
"Hmm?"
Inside the Skull Mountain market city, Lu Yang, who had just put away the Supreme Empyrean Mirror that had willingly submitted to him, suddenly frowned. He looked up at the sky as a chill ran through his heart.
He was very familiar with this feeling.
This was the feeling of one's own karma being manipulated by an external force. In his previous life, when the Heaven Mending Peak Master had divined his karma, he had felt something similar.
Could it be that another Foundation Establishment Perfected Being was plotting against him!?