Chapter 151: I Am the Head-Cutting Demon, Here to Deliver a Funeral!

"What...?"

Jin Hai and Xu Xu Qinghuan instantly turned their heads toward the sound.

Immediately, Jin Hai's pupils shrank sharply, a faint look of horror spreading across his charcoal-black face.

He knew some cultivators who practiced Water-element true qi could briefly run across water, stepping on waves to leap and gain momentum.

But he had never heard of anyone walking on water as if it were solid ground...

Even the peak master of Xuan Shui Peak probably couldn't do this.

Beside him, Xu Xu Qinghuan's beautiful eyes also contracted violently, her lovely face showing even greater shock than Jin Hai's.

After all, she was a Dark Force cultivator and had some understanding of martial movement techniques.

Yet this sight of walking on water still exceeded her understanding.

"My god... is that old bastard really that powerful...?"

She covered her small mouth with her hand, her heart surging like a storm, her eyes gleaming with awe.

She only knew the old bastard's qi-concealing skill was extraordinary—he could enter her room unseen and vanish without a trace.

As for his strength, she had only heard rumors, with no clear concept of his true power.

Now, witnessing this feat of walking on water, her restless heart instantly calmed, as if a massive boulder had finally landed.

Jin Yu, meanwhile, looked at Jin Hai with concern, her dark face tense as she lowered her voice:

"Brother, that man's origins are unknown—let's go back quickly."

After all, she came from the Jin family of Fucheng and naturally had sharp eyes.

On such a late night, a stranger was walking strangely across Tianqing Lake.

It looked deeply suspicious.

She instinctively sensed danger—a chill like night wind sweeping across the lake, sending shivers down her spine.

"Go back?!"

Jin Hai sneered, the faint shock in his eyes vanishing instantly as a arrogant smirk curled his lips:

"Do you know who I am?!"

If a normal person saw this feat of walking on water, they might truly be frightened away.

But who was he?

He was Jin Hai!

Third on the Tianqing Sect's True Disciple List, the strongest under the peak master of Jin Chen Peak, a reckless fool who didn't even respect the Elders.

Who in the Tianqing Sect didn't know he was the most arrogant, the most tyrannical, the most unrestrained?

"I want to see who dares play tricks on me!"

Jin Hai roared.

His aura erupted violently—a razor-sharp Metal-element true qi, like a drawn sword, radiating a chilling killing intent.

He stomped the ground hard, launching himself from the pavilion like an arrow released from a bow, surging toward the lake surface.

Puch! Puch! Puch...

As he raced forward, the razor-sharp aura around him turned the grass along the way to dust, scattering fragments and churning up soil, leaving a deep trail behind.

His speed was astonishing—he leapt several times and reached the lakeshore, landing firmly.

Thud!

His feet slammed onto the lakeshore, sending stones flying and dust rising.

His gaze locked onto the figure approaching across the water, eyes filled with brutality and killing intent.

The approaching figure was shrouded in a hazy veil of water vapor, his face obscured, only a gaunt silhouette faintly visible under the moonlight.

"Who are you?! How dare you intrude on our sect's Tianqing Lake! State your name!"

Jin Hai gathered his thick true qi and roared—a voice laced with razor-sharp Metal-element qi, like invisible blades, sweeping toward the figure on the lake.

The lake surface trembled violently under the sharp cry, waves churning as if stirred by an invisible hand.

Yet the figure walking on water remained utterly unaffected, continuing his leisurely pace toward shore, unhurried and calm.

He seemed to pay no attention to Jin Hai's roar—not even pausing his steps.

Seeing this, Jin Hai was utterly enraged, veins bulging on his charcoal-black face, his ferocity nearly solidifying into form. He gritted his teeth and spat out two words:

"Die!!!"

In that instant, Jin Hai's Metal-element true qi surged like restless magma, wildly gathering in his right hand.

The golden light was blinding, illuminating the entire lakeshore.

"Shun Jin Zhan!"

Jin Hai roared, swinging his right hand downward toward the figure.

His motion was lightning-fast, seamless, without a single hesitation.

Zzzzz—!!!

A sharp, piercing hum exploded in the night air, long and shrill, like a sword being drawn.

The blinding Metal-element true qi in his hand instantly coalesced into a six-foot-long golden blade, solid as real steel, its edge gleaming with a cutting intent that could sever all things.

The golden blade, carrying the power to cleave through anything, slashed through the air toward the figure on the lake.

Shhh—

The air itself seemed split by the slash, emitting a piercing whoosh so sharp it threatened to rupture eardrums.

The lake surface appeared cleaved open, waves surging to either side, leaving a deep trench that refused to close.

Seeing this, Jin Hai's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes flashing with satisfaction.

Faintly, he already saw the gruesome image—the figure split cleanly in two.

Blood spraying, body severed, the lake water dyed dark red.

On the pavilion, Xu Xu Qinghuan's heart tightened slightly, a flicker of tension flashing in her alluring eyes.

Though the figure was powerful, Jin Hai's slash was no ordinary attack.

Beside her, Jin Yu exhaled inwardly, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and say: "My brother is really strong..."

Before she finished speaking.

The next instant.

The figure walking on water calmly extended two fingers, pinching the incoming golden blade effortlessly between them.

Jing—!!!

A metallic clang rang through the air.

The golden blade, capable of splitting mountains and cracking rocks, was held motionless between those two fingers like a child's toy.

The blade's golden light flickered wildly, emitting desperate hums, yet could not break free from the grip.

Then, the figure's fingers tightened slightly, twisting gently.

Crack...

The six-foot-long blade, seemingly able to sever anything, shattered instantly, dissolving into a shower of golden specks that scattered and drifted over the lake.

"How is this possible..."

Jin Hai's brutality and killing intent froze on his face, his satisfaction instantly replaced by disbelief and shock.

His prized killing technique had been stopped by two fingers...

He was arrogant, but not stupid.

He instantly realized this man was far beyond his power to fight.

The power within those two fingers was beyond his imagination.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing his shock and resentment, without hesitation, channeling his true qi and turned to flee.

At that moment.

The figure on the lake finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse and flat, neither loud nor soft, yet clearly reaching every ear present:

"I am the Head-Cutting Demon, come for the True Yin Body—and I've come to deliver Jin Zhen's funeral."

On the pavilion, Xu Xu Qinghuan's pupils shrank violently, her hands clamped tightly over her mouth to stifle any sound.

Her heartbeat pounded like a drum, each thud striking her eardrums.

Jin Yu's face turned deathly pale, her legs trembling, nearly collapsing as she gasped: "H-Head-Cutting Demon..."

Who in Fucheng didn't know the infamous "Head-Cutting Demon"?

This was the monster who dared strike the Feng family!

Jin Hai's fleeing silhouette looked especially pitiful under the moonlight, no trace left of his earlier arrogance.

He had heard the name "Head-Cutting Demon" in Tianqing Sect before, but never took it seriously, dismissing it as exaggerated rumors from Fucheng families.

He never imagined the Head-Cutting Demon was this powerful.

Worse—his target was his fiancée...

In this moment, he finally understood why his heart had been strangely agitated.

He had no time to think further—he only wanted to escape this place as fast as possible.

As long as he reached Jin Chen Peak, he'd be safe...

His legs erupted with unprecedented power, true qi surging wildly through his meridians, pushing his movement technique to its limit.

On the lake, Jiang Ye watched Jin Hai's panicked flight, a cold, mocking glint flashing in his eyes as he shook his head slightly.

He did not chase; he simply stood still on the water's surface, slowly raising his hands, fingers dancing as he formed an intricate series of seals.

The seals were ancient and mysterious; each gesture caused the mist above the lake to thicken further.

"Water Dragon Churning River Seal!!!"

Jiang Ye let out a soft cry, and his water-element true qi surged like a breached river, violently converging between his palms.

The next instant.

The shimmering lake surface stirred as if pulled by an unseen force.

The water churned violently, waves crashing, mist spreading—as if an invisible giant hand were stirring the entire lake.

Amid the surging waves, the water coalesced into a massive, entirely azure dragon, its scales and claws sharply defined.

The water dragon stretched several zhang long, its body as thick as a century-old tree, its head raised high, its eyes deep and profound, as if it had come to life.

"T-t-tian..."

Xu Xu Qinghuan stared, her dazzling eyes filled with shock, her mouth slightly open, unable to close.

She knew the old man was strong—but never imagined he was this strong.

Is this... even a martial technique...?

This water dragon was countless times stronger than Jin Hai's golden blade just now.

Jin Yu stood frozen beside her.

She opened her mouth, wanting to scream, to shout, to warn her brother to run—but found her throat blocked, not a single word emerging.

"......"

Jin Hai, sprinting desperately, suddenly felt an indescribable water qi suffocating his breath.

The water qi was thick as paste, surging from all directions, enveloping him, slowing his speed, weighing him down, as if he'd sunk into a bog.

He instinctively turned his head.

Just one glance.

His fleeing body froze completely.

Before him loomed a massive azure water dragon, roaring as it lunged toward him.

He had no time to scream—his entire body was swallowed by the dragon.

The dragon opened its jaws, gulping him down, then exploded into a towering tidal wave that drowned the entire lakeshore.

Boom... boom... boom...

Waves crashed, mist spread, obscuring sky and moon, shrouding everything in a hazy veil.

When the waves receded, the lakeshore lay in ruins.

Grass lay flattened, soil turned over, shattered stones scattered everywhere.

Jin Hai's body lay slumped in a corner like a pile of mud.

"Huh... huh..."

He could still barely gasp, but the light in his eyes had dimmed to near nothing, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be snuffed out.

At this moment, his face bore only one expression.

Pain!!!

Unimaginable agony ravaged his entire body.

Because the water dragon had crushed every bone inside him.

Jiang Ye stepped across the lake, unhurried, arriving beside him. He glanced down at Jin Hai's ruined form, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

This was his first time using the Water Dragon Churning River Seal.

The technique's power exceeded his expectations—it had shattered every bone in a man's body.

Indeed, water and fire have always been the cruelest elements.

Jin Hai's injuries were beyond even a celestial physician's aid—no better than Zhang Kui's had been.

In his final moments, Jin Hai's dim eyes locked onto Jiang Ye.

"You..."

His throat still struggled to form a word.

Jiang Ye gave him no chance.

He seized Jin Hai's head, his withered fingers tightening slightly, then pulled—cleanly severing the skull.

Then, holding the head, he walked slowly toward the pavilion.

"Ahhhh—!!!"

Jin Yu, already stunned into shock, screamed a shrill, inhuman cry as Jiang Ye approached with Jin Hai's head.

Her eyes rolled back, her body convulsed violently, and she fainted dead away, crashing to the ground with a thud, motionless.

Jiang Ye casually tossed Jin Hai's head at Xu Xu Qinghuan's feet; it rolled twice before stopping just before her toes.

Jiang Ye spoke calmly, his voice as still as water: "Well? Did I lie to you?"

Xu Xu Qinghuan stared at Jiang Ye, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, her breath quickening uncontrollably.

The next instant.

She could no longer hold herself—she dropped to one knee before Jiang Ye, looking up at him, trembling with excitement:

"Jiang... Jiang Lao..."

"I... I..."

"I want to serve you here..."