Chapter 940: Surrender? (Supplement Chapter 13)

"Hurry up!" Wan Fangling whispered, her foot stomping the ground as she dragged Shi Yong away at high speed.

But all around was an endless desert, with not a single thing to hide behind—where could they possibly flee?

The answer was: Wan Ren Mountain.

"You two!!" Gu Zhang also retreated rapidly, furious as he glared at the fleeing couple, "Running to Wan Ren Mountain will still kill you!"

"Come back and fight!"

The couple had been in the Sacred Spirit Mountain realm for less than two months.

They had joined the Crack Mountain Gang for even less—under two weeks—and felt little loyalty to it.

Compared to the so-called gang, they clearly cared more for each other.

"Puff!"

The white jade tablet hit the ground; though Gu Zhang had fled dozens of meters, this white jade tablet—was a Flowing Sand Talisman!

Instantly, a desolate stretch of land turned into a churning river of sand.

"Stand still." Jiang Ruyi's icy voice cut through the air, "Surrender, and you live."

Wan Fangling froze mid-movement.

The couple had fled earlier than others, and due to Jiang Ruyi's targeting, they now stood precisely at the edge of the wide sand river.

How could Wan Fangling not know that entering the Wan Ren Mountain zone meant a near-certain death?

But what choice did she have?

Entering the mountain might kill you—but not entering might too!

Should she stake her life on the promise of this young woman's word?

While Wan Fangling wrestled with doubt, Gu Zhang—

He was caught in the flow of the sand river, already swallowed by the surging sands.

The Shanwei Sect indeed had exceptional defensive capabilities.

The Flowing Sand Talisman truly could not shatter the Mountain Stone Armor.

But this raging, flowing river of sand could bury all living things alive—and suffocate Gu Zhang to death!

Wasn't this a form of dimensional suppression?

I don't even need to break your defense!

I simply change the battlefield itself, stripping you of the right to breathe.

"Whoosh!!"

Suddenly, a thick wall of stone and earth rose high into the air.

This sight was profoundly eerie!

If a wall had risen on flat ground, it would be unremarkable.

But a stone-and-earth wall rising from a churning river of sand?

Shanwei Divine Art: Mountain Stone Wall!

This was a defensive technique—but Gu Zhang used it to escape.

Since the wall stood within the river's flow, it rose upward even as the sand dragged it sideways, visibly tilting toward collapse.

And atop the stone-and-earth wall stood a figure, bound tightly in ropes—Gu Zhang!

Thin threads of sand emerged from the river, like venomous snakes, coiling around his body and dragging him down.

They meant to bury him alive!

"Aaaah!" Gu Zhang, clad in full stone armor, unleashed all his strength and tore apart the sand threads binding him.

At that exact moment, another stone-and-earth wall erupted from the ground.

Another Shanwei disciple, also swallowed by the sand, escaped the same way.

Gu Zhang leapt desperately toward the second wall, shouting angrily, "Help me, damn it! They're Yu Fu followers—the cruelest bunch!

Do you really think they'll spare you! Fuck!"

Jiang Ruyi's icy voice rang out again, laced with faint mockery: "You've abandoned the dignity of Jiang Jing's cultivator. I haven't.

What I say, I mean."

Wan Fangling and Shi Yong exchanged a glance. They did not move to help, nor did they flee further.

Clearly, the couple had made their decision.

It was a high-stakes gamble—but it was Wan Fangling's careful, calculated choice.

The Yu Fu Sect was indeed cold-hearted—but this young woman had clearly only just arrived in this realm.

She still carried the worldview of her past life—in the mortal world, in Daya!

So… it was worth betting on.

"Boom!"

"Boom!" From afar, explosions erupted one after another on the battlefield.

Jiang Ruyi here was hunting two enemies.

Behind them, the two Shanwei disciples Gu Zhang had thrown like projectiles were being slaughtered by four Yu Fu disciples.

The ground here too was laced with flowing silt.

Song Yu seized the opportunity and blasted one Shanwei disciple skyward.

The Shanwei disciples were truly tough!

He hurled explosion talismans one after another—but still couldn't crack their Mountain Stone Armor.

"Brother!" An Xian rushed over, also launching wave after wave of explosion talismans.

"Stop! I surrender!" the man screamed, "No, don't blast me higher, don't—show mercy! I surrender!!"

Song Yu's gaze was cruel.

Now you want to surrender?

Too late!

When you were trying to blow me apart, where was your mercy?

"Boom!" Explosion talismans never ceased; the detonations rang endlessly.

Song Yu rapidly traced talisman runes with his fingertips, eyes locked on his enemy.

Far away, Wan Fangling watched this scene, her expression shifting constantly.

Suddenly, she cupped her hands to her mouth like a megaphone and shouted: "Danger! Don't fly high! Danger!!"

This, too, was a form of loyalty oath.

At least Wan Fangling was trying—to add weight to her chance of survival.

But the problem was: Song Yu had already soared extremely high—the distance was too great, and the explosions were too loud—

"No! Please! Please, I surrender! Don't go higher—"

Before the man finished speaking, a surge of energy erupted from the churning clouds above.

"Puff!!"

A nearly invisible burst of energy slammed down—the Shanwei disciple exploded instantly.

Truly—shattered to dust!

Only tiny droplets of blood and fragments of flesh rained downward.

"Hmph." Song Yu sneered.

He knew full well what happened when you flew too high.

During his earlier years of flight, one of the four members lost from his squad had been chased by a swarm of Golden-Winged Bats, desperately fleeing upward, trying to hide in the cloud sea.

But he never made it inside—he was obliterated before he could reach it!

The pursuing Golden-Winged Bats behind him were also wiped out in a massive wave.

"Ah!" An Xian, though prepared, still flinched in shock.

She hovered dozens of meters below Song Yu, lacking his ruthlessness, and dared not climb higher.

Now that the enemy was dead, she immediately turned and flew downward.

The battle below was not too chaotic.

Zhang Zhenghu and Zhu Yuan were jointly tackling a "problem."

Unlike Song Yu and An Xian, Zhang Zhenghu used Frost Talismans.

The Mountain Stone Armor had exceptional defense—but Frost Talismans could slip through its seams, penetrate its water-armor,

And freeze the flesh and blood beneath solidly!

The Yu Fu Sect, possessing all four elemental arts, was indeed formidable—they always found a way to counter their foes.

As for why no one used Lightning Shackles Talismans—

Because the Shanwei Sect was immune to lightning damage!

Their Mountain Stone Armor nullified lightning.

Even without armor, as long as their feet touched the earth, they took no lightning damage!

Shanwei Divine Art: Stone Power draws energy from the earth itself.

Lightning-proof.

Song Yu did not join the battle below; instead, he flew toward Jiang Ruyi's position.

At this moment, Jiang Ruyi's battle had already reached its conclusion.

At first, Gu Zhang had still resisted, still tried to flee.

As Jiang Ruyi stuck down layer after layer of ice runes, Gu Zhang's body, already weighed down by its heavy stone armor, grew increasingly stiff and sluggish—his situation plummeted rapidly!

Jiang Ruyi had fully rolled the snowball; Gu Zhang was reduced to dying struggles.

Sometimes, the saying "better dead than alive" is actually quite right.

Gu Zhang insisted on struggling.

Between freezing to death and being buried alive, he chose to be frozen while buried alive.

"Hah."

Covered in ice, Gu Zhang stepped on a protruding wall of stone and earth, finally emerging from the Liusha River, gasping deeply.

But he had barely inhaled halfway when another ice rune slammed into the top of his stone helmet.

The second half of his breath filled his lungs with ice.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Gu Zhang coughed violently, and in his distraction, a thin strand of sand snatched his ankle, dragging him back into the Liusha River.

This time, it wasn't ice in his mouth—it was mud and sand!

Jiang Ruyi hovered in midair, her cold eyes gazing down at the river of sand beneath her.

Like a deity ruling life and death over this land.

Another Shanwei disciple was also struggling desperately in the sea of sand; he had wanted to coordinate with Gu Zhang, but Jiang Ruyi had forcibly torn them apart.

"Huh~"

Jiang Ruyi lightly flicked two fingers of her left hand.

From the Liusha River, a strand of sand whipped out, hurling the ice-covered Gu Zhang into the air.

Jiang Ruyi flicked her right hand; an ice rune shot downward, sticking to Gu Zhang.

"I surrender! I—cough, cough—ugh!"

Gu Zhang had lost all desire to curse.

He shouted for mercy, but his words were cut short by coughing, then dragged underground by the sand strands, his mouth clogged with mud.

These sand strands could act autonomously against enemies or respond to Jiang Ruyi's will.

Back in the buffer zone of the Evil Dog Village, when she aided Lu Ran in slaying Jiang Jing, the Demon Lord of the Evil Dog, she had used these sand strands to drag Lu Ran underground.

"Madam!" Song Yu rushed over.

Jiang Ruyi's treatment of enemies greatly pleased Song Yu!

Previously, Jiang Ruyi had spared Meng Zhixuan, which had caused Song Yu some concern.

Now, watching her combat posture, he realized he had overthought it.

Perhaps Lady Luoxian's earlier choice had simply been a tactic to win hearts.

"Mm." Jiang Ruyi flicked her finger.

In the river of sand, Gu Zhang was once again whipped up by the sand strands.

Song Yu, gazing at the distant couple, asked: "What about those two?"

"Keep them. I need to question them."

Jiang Ruyi spoke softly, flicking out another ice rune.

"N-no, I surrender—cough, cough—" Gu Zhang's body was frozen stiff, his mind fogged from oxygen deprivation.

In this state, how could he possibly maintain his Stone Armor?

Covered in mud and ice, he was struck again—hard—in the face by the ice rune.

Thick frost spread, freezing his flesh and bone, seeping into his marrow.

"Hum!" From Jiang Ruyi's waist, Liangye Sword shot out, piercing straight into the swirling frost mist.

There was no sound of blade piercing flesh—only the crack of shattering.

Like an ice sculpture being shattered.

Jiang Ruyi pressed her thin lips, silently watching the frost-covered area.

The churning Liusha River had not thrust up any stone walls for a long time—likely, the other Shanwei disciple had already been buried alive.

This was Jiang Ruyi's first time killing a fellow clansman.

She waited for her heart's reaction—but found

Not a ripple.

Had she killed too many demons, growing accustomed to slaughter?

Or was it because this was a counterattack, so she felt no guilt?

Or had she stopped seeing people as people since the day she ascended to Jiang Jing?

Who knows?

She truly had few people she cared for.

Jiang Ruyi fell silent until Liangye Sword returned to its sheath, then ordered: "Clear the battlefield."

Song Yu's demeanor grew even more respectful; he bowed slightly: "Yes."

Jiang Ruyi turned and gazed into the distance, her eyes locking onto the couple.

"Gulps." Shi Yong swallowed hard.

High above, the woman in white robes, cold as ice, drifted slowly toward them.

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