Chapter 108: Tear Gu Yang Alive! The Hidden Purple-Robed Figure!

"Damn... it's a Pill-Condensation cultivator!"

Gu Yang’s heart jolted violently, an unprecedented chill surging from his soles straight to the crown of his head.

Especially the scorching aura radiating from this white-haired elder, which instantly extinguished the vicious rage on his face.

At this moment, he had no time to forcibly seize the spiritual herb Liu Yiyi had swallowed.

He instinctively tried to flee, but the icy killing intent enveloped him, freezing him in place.

"Jiang... Jiang Elder..."

Liu Yiyi, who had prepared herself for death, stared in daze at the suddenly appearing Jiang Elder, her cold, beautiful eyes glazed over.

Her frosty, ethereal face was now filled with disbelief, as if she couldn’t trust her own eyes.

Unconsciously, her mind flashed back to that night, when the white-haired elder had descended like a divine weapon at the moment she and Su Yan were in greatest peril.

That decisive punch that had blasted Zhang Xu flying, that upright silhouette beneath the moonlight...

Though this Jiang Elder looked nothing like the old man from that night, their figures strangely began to merge in her mind.

As her thoughts drifted, Wang Siyi’s pained gasps jolted her back to reality.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions churning inside, and hurried to Wang Siyi’s side, gently lifting her up and pulling a healing elixir from her bosom to feed it to her.

"Thank goodness, Jiang Elder has arrived..."

Chen Lili, whose wrist was broken, had been barely holding on, struggling to chase after them; now seeing Jiang Ye’s figure, her heart instantly steadied.

The taut string snapped—she collapsed onto the ground, gasping heavily, sweat finally streaming freely down her forehead.

Zheng Feng and Zheng Hui, who arrived shortly after, saw Chen Lili’s injuries and both paled.

"Senior Sister Chen! How did you get this hurt?!"

Zheng Hui rushed to Chen Lili’s side, her youthful face filled with anguish.

She frantically pulled a pale blue medicinal herb from her bosom and held it to Chen Lili’s lips, her voice urgent:

"Senior Sister, this is the herb I found in the mountains two days ago—it’s excellent for healing, please eat it quickly."

Chen Lili, from the Chen family that dealt exclusively in medicinal herbs, recognized it instantly as Cold Star Herb—extremely valuable.

She wanted to refuse, but seeing Zheng Hui’s sincere worry, her heart warmed slightly, and she took the herb, placing it in her mouth, whispering: "Thank you, Junior Sister Zheng."

As the herb entered her belly, a cool energy slowly spread, easing the agony in her wrist.

Seizing the moment, she briefly recounted what had happened.

From Liu Yiyi being hunted, to her own intervention, to Gu Yang’s brutality and ruthlessness...

"That idiot brute is done for! Don’t worry, Senior Sister Chen! Jiang Elder and my brother won’t let him off!"

Zheng Hui glared furiously at Gu Yang not far away, her dark eyes blazing with fury, her small fists clenched tightly.

In her eyes, Chen Lili had already become a good friend.

Zheng Feng also stared coldly at Gu Yang, his eyes flickering with killing intent.

To steal treasures and kill right under their noses—how could they let him live!

The atmosphere inside the cave froze abruptly, as silent as the calm before a storm.

The Hanjian Sect disciples who had been bickering with the Tianqing Sect members, sensing the danger, scrambled to flee down the side tunnels, shouting in panic: "Senior Brother Gu Yang is finished!!!"

The next instant.

"Who dares hurt my Hanjian Sect disciple?!"

A thunderous roar exploded like lightning, and a figure radiating sharp energy surged from the side tunnel, charging forward with murderous intent.

The newcomer was the fat elder who had once clashed with Elder Jin Chen—Zhou Feng.

"Elder Zhou! Save me!"

Seeing him, Gu Yang’s terrified face lit up instantly, like a drowning man grasping his last floating log.

He screamed for help, pouring all his strength into his legs, pushing off hard to flee toward Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng’s arrival gave him a sliver of hope.

If not now, when?

The next instant.

A withered hand shot out like wind and lightning, gripping his throat.

"Did I say you could leave?!"

Jiang Ye smiled coldly, his five fingers tightening slightly, lifting Gu Yang’s massive, ox-like body clean off the ground, suspending him in midair.

That withered arm remained utterly still, as if holding not a near-two-hundred-pound man, but a chicken about to be slaughtered.

"Old bastard! Let go of me!"

Gu Yang roared in terror, swinging his fist backward with all his might toward Jiang Ye’s chest.

Even rabbits bite when cornered—how much more so him?

His fist, as large as a mortar, whipped through the air with a howling force capable of shattering stone and splitting rock.

Facing this crushing blow, Jiang Ye didn’t dodge or retreat, didn’t even stir his true qi—he took the strike directly on his chest.

CLANG!

A metallic clang echoed through the cave, like a hammer striking a bronze cauldron.

Gu Yang felt his fist go slightly numb, then stared in horror at Jiang Ye, unharmed, his voice trembling: "You... you’ve cultivated hard-body art too..."

His greatest strength had always been this hard-body art he’d trained since childhood.

In battle, he loved seeing his opponents’ shocked faces after their attacks failed.

But he never imagined he’d be the one left stunned.

This old man hadn’t just cultivated hard-body art—he’d surpassed him in it.

Beneath that withered frame lay a body even more unbreakable than his own.

Jiang Ye ignored his shock, his voice as cold as ice: "You just said you were going to carve her open, didn’t you?"

He paused slightly, his aged eyes growing colder: "So, if I tear you apart alive, isn’t that perfectly reasonable?"

"Ahh..."

Gu Yang’s face froze.

He could tell—this old man wasn’t joking.

An indescribable terror engulfed his entire body.

"No!! Elder Zhou, save me!!!"

Gu Yang thrashed wildly, kicking his legs, clawing desperately at the hand gripping his throat, screaming shrilly like a pig being slaughtered.

But that withered hand clamped down like steel tongs—no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t budge it an inch.

"Filthy dog! Stop! He’s my Hanjian Sect’s true disciple! If you harm him, it’s war to the death with our Hanjian Sect!!"

The fat elder, bursting from the side tunnel, roared like thunder, his voice shaking dust from the cave walls.

He gathered golden true qi, sharp energy radiating outward, preparing to strike Jiang Ye.

At that moment.

"Your Hanjian Sect disciple attacked first, and now you’re blustering? Let me deal with you!"

Zheng Feng, prepared all along, raised his hand and summoned a Flame Blade—crimson true qi coalescing into a blazing blade, meeting the attack head-on without yielding.

"Are you trying to spark a war between our sects?!"

Zhou Feng, blocked by Zheng Feng, roared again, voice filled with rage and desperation—but he couldn’t break through Zheng Feng’s defense.

Yet Jiang Ye ignored his shouts entirely, raising his fist and slamming it hard into Gu Yang’s spine.

THUD!

A dull, heavy crash.

Gu Yang let out a cry of pain, blood trickling from his lips, his body convulsing violently as if struck by lightning.

"Not bad. You’ve trained hard-body art well—you can take a beating."

Jiang Ye sneered coldly.

He’d deliberately held back his true qi.

As another hard-body cultivator, he knew hard-body art strengthened skin, muscle, and bone—but never the internal organs.

He intended to shatter Gu Yang’s internal organs with pure force.

Only then could he slightly quell his fury.

Under the agony, Gu Yang instantly realized Jiang Ye’s intent—his face twisted with even greater terror, and he begged: "I’m sorry! Please spare me..."

THUD!

The second punch landed.

"Ugh..."

Gu Yang spat another mouthful of blood; his plea was cut off, leaving only muffled whimpers.

THUD!

The third punch landed.

"Huh... huh..."

Gu Yang spat froth mixed with fragments of internal organs, his eyes growing dim, breathing raggedly like a broken bellows.

THUD!

The fourth punch landed.

"..."

Gu Yang’s consciousness blurred, his head lolling limply, his body twitching only by instinct.

Crash!

The fifth punch landed.

Gu Yang’s eyeballs were violently shaken out, rolling bloody onto the ground, their hollow sockets staring up at the cave ceiling—horrifying to behold.

At this sight,

every disciple of the Cold Sword Sect felt a chill run through their bodies, their hearts trembling; some legs buckled, others turned away, unable to watch further.

Zhou Feng, blocked by Zheng Feng, stared with bulging eyes and roared: “I will never let you live!!!”

“Jiang... Jiang Elder...”

Even the disciples of the Tianqing Sect were stunned into silence.

No one had expected that this Jiang Elder, who always seemed kind and gentle, would strike with such brutality.

Crash!

The sixth punch landed.

Black-red blood poured from all seven orifices of Gu Yang; his body hung limp like rotten mud from Jiang Ye’s hand, his life force utterly extinguished.

The cave fell into deathly silence, broken only by the heavy breathing of the onlookers and Zhou Feng’s furious, helpless gasps.

The next instant,

Jiang Ye lifted Gu Yang’s corpse and, before the nearly stunned gazes of all present, coldly declared:

“Anyone who dares harm a disciple of the Tianqing Sect meets this fate!”

The moment his words ended,

Gu Yang’s corpse was ripped apart by a blinding crimson-gold true qi, bursting into flames.

“You dare!!!”

Zhou Feng’s eyes, bulging with rage, were streaked with blood.

Jiang Ye casually tossed the mangled remains of Gu Yang onto the ground and sneered: “Next is you.”

Meanwhile,

in the shadow of the forked path,

“Fascinating,” murmured a purple figure, then slipped away silently.

A purple figure whispered softly, then slipped away silently.