Chapter 182: End

The inheritance land is vast, spanning over a thousand li; Mu Ying and his group fought on the eastern side, while Wang Ping appeared in the north.

According to the elders, the human race's inheritance land was laid with a formation that disturbed the nearby void, preventing precise teleportation, causing some deviation.

Since flight is forbidden in the inheritance land, Wang Ping did not enter but flew along its edge toward the battlefield.

At his current speed, a distance of five or six hundred li can be covered in the time it takes to finish a cup of tea; when Wang Ping arrived, he found Mu Ying and his group almost at a disadvantage.

The battlefield was split into two waves: one wave of black‑clad cultivators numbered in the thousands, the other wave had even more black‑clad cultivators!

After a brief glance, Wang Ping understood the black‑clad cultivators' plan: lower‑realm cultivators generally cannot match spirit‑realm cultivators, so they assigned about five hundred black‑clad leaders to encircle the lower‑realm Foundation Establishment cultivators!

The remaining forces surrounded the spirit‑realm cultivators who had come, forming groups of three or two that set up formations, small formations nested in large ones, and large formations combined into even larger formations.

What finally appeared before Wang Ping was a flying black giant eagle‑like beast; Mu Ying and his companions likewise formed a formation that created a white giant tiger.

Wang Ping glanced and sighed, 'This is truly a cultivators' war, relying entirely on the advantage of numbers; over five thousand cultivators formed a formation whose momentum shook heaven and earth, perhaps already possessing the power of late Golden Core!'

The white tiger formed by Mu Ying's group kept suffering injuries under the black giant eagle's attacks; despite the white tiger's extraordinary ferocity, it could not compensate for the numerical disparity.

"We can't wait any longer!"

Wang Ping secretly resolved that the situation was dire; any further delay would cause Mu Ying and his group to lose!

Chirp!

The black giant eagle flapped its wings, made a turn in the sky, and swooped down; its wings, spanning several li, unfolded, covering the sky and sun, and its pair of lifelike claws glowed with cold light!

"This time! I will surely rip open your tiger's head!"

A solemn voice echoed from within the eagle; on the ground, the white tiger slightly lowered its stance, its tiger eyes exuding an aura that looked down on all, the might of a tiger that never falls—even though they were at a disadvantage, Mu Ying and the others did not lose the white tiger's prestige!

Chirp!

The black giant eagle descended from the sky at great speed, its pair of sharp eagle eyes fixed on the white tiger below; seeing the white tiger crouch yet still ready to fight, its eyes showed contempt.

A dying struggle, a futile last‑ditch resistance!

But in the next instant, he discovered that the white tiger's eyes showed astonishment, and even its body rose to its feet!

What's happening?

The black giant eagle's eyes showed confusion, but before it could think, a wave of dizziness struck; the consciousness of the five thousand black‑clad cultivators collectively fainted, the diving eagle shuddered, and at a height of a hundred meters above the ground it suddenly disintegrated.

In Mu Ying and his group's astonished gaze, all the black‑clad cultivators fell from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Boom!

A ten‑zhang‑high black stone stele slammed into the ground, leaving only about a zhang of its body exposed!

A green‑clad figure descended from high altitude and landed on the top of the stele!

"It's him!"

Mu Ying and his group silently exclaimed! They knew this person; a month earlier they had traded with him for the Spirit-raising Fruit!

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and kill! We only have the time of an incense stick!" Wang Ping shouted loudly:

"Oh! Oh!"

The white tiger instantly dispersed; Mu Ying without hesitation ordered, "Yun Zhang, Dong He, you take a hundred men to deal with those five hundred black‑clad cultivators, the rest follow me and slay these black‑clad cultivators within the span of an incense stick!"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded with a unanimous shout and immediately sprang into action!

Pfft!

Pfft!

Although the human cultivators from the Spirit Realm looked young, they showed no mercy when they struck, controlling their magical treasures one after another to swiftly slay those black‑clad cultivators!

"Why is my spiritual power gone?"

"Mine too?"

"What's going on?"

The black‑clad cultivators quickly regained consciousness, but they despaired to find their spiritual power tightly sealed inside them, unable to unleash even a shred!

"Run!"

"Run!"

Among the black‑clad cultivators, one cultivator shouted loudly; the first to awaken saw the human cultivators mercilessly slaughtering his comrades, he wanted to keep shouting, but a flash of fire passed, and the intense heat had already burned him to ashes.

Such a scene unfolded across the entire battlefield; Wang Ping stood atop the Spirit‑sealing Divine Iron, expressionlessly gazing at the gruesome scene below—if he had not come to rescue them, Mu Ying and the others' fate would likely be a hundred times more tragic!

Bai Ye's eyes revealed despair; victory was within reach, yet this sudden change occurred, the immense plunge from heaven to hell in an instant enough to crush a living being's heart.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in his view—it was the human cultivator named Mu Ying, holding a flaming blade; with a single slash, one of his clansmen was severed into corpse parts!

The next turn would be his; Bai Ye's heart was suddenly filled with endless fear.

"If you tell me your origins, I swear on the honor of the human Mu Clan that I will not kill you!" Mu Ying's voice came slowly!

Bai Ye's eyes flickered slightly; he did not want to die, he wanted to live, but thinking of the fate of traitors in his clan, he suddenly shuddered!

But when he saw Mu Ying already expressionlessly raising the flame blade, he hurriedly shouted, "I'll talk! I'll talk! Spare my life!"

Mu Ying nodded and said, "I guarantee it with my clan's honor!"; Bai Ye nodded as well, for in the Spirit Realm, swearing on clan honor is more convincing than swearing on one's inner demon, provided the clan is qualified.

The Mu Clan of Hundred Battles City in the Spirit Realm naturally possesses that qualification!

"We come from……"

Bai Ye had just begun to speak when his eyes bulged out and his head exploded instantly; at the moment of his death, he finally understood his father's complex gaze!

So I, too, have been placed under a restriction?

Mu Ying felt a slight regret; indeed, it still wasn't possible!

Over three hundred cultivators relentlessly slaughtered, and finally, just before the incense stick's time was up, they exterminated all five thousand black‑clad cultivators.

Seeing this, Wang Ping, standing atop the stele, chanted the spell again; the Spirit‑sealing Divine Iron trembled slightly, returned to its original size, and he placed it into the prepared ceramic box; Wang Ping then looked toward Mu Ying and the others!

"I, Mu Ying, representing Hundred Battles City, thank Fellow Daoist Mu for your assistance!"

"We have already thanked Fellow Daoist Mu for your assistance!"

Wang Ping nodded and said, "I want eighty percent of these spoils!"

Uh!

Mu Ying and the others were slightly stunned, not expecting Fellow Daoist Mu to speak so refreshingly unconventionally!

Wang Ping looked at them, his eyes narrowed, and asked, "Why aren't you willing?"

Mu Ying came to his senses and said, "How could it not be? Even if we gave all these to you, Fellow Daoist, we wouldn't feel the pinch, but I think you can't carry so many storage bracelets; how about we do a trade instead?"

Wang Ping asked, "How would the trade work?"

Mu Ying replied, "Behind us is the human race's inheritance land; there are many good things inside. I can join the remaining four, using the blood of our five great honorable families as proof, to give you, Fellow Daoist, a chance to freely choose a treasure! What do you think?"

Wang Ping's heart jolted; the reward of freely choosing a treasure from the inheritance land is indeed huge!

"Tsk tsk! Kid! You're going to get rich!" The old man's voice sounded in his mind.