Chapter 479: All Shall Be Killed

The Hundred Souls Banner howled toward them.

Fan Wen and Nie Nie Siming exchanged a glance; neither showed the slightest fear—only murderous intent. They had long known the strength of this demonic cultivator.

"Give us your life!"

One wielded twin hammers, the other a long spear.

Both were immortal weapons.

They surged with powerful heavenly and earthly force, charging at the Hundred Souls Banner.

BOOM!

At the moment of impact, a terrifying shockwave exploded, hurling up a gale.

In that instant the gale arose.

A golden light barrier instantly enveloped the village; the wind vanished into nothingness, and even the farmers sleeping inside their homes felt nothing of the outside world.

Outside the village, Li Rui seized the opportunity with sharp precision, giving the demonic cultivator no chance to flee.

Meanwhile,

the Hundred Souls Banner recoiled several zhang.

The demonic cultivator let out a muffled grunt, his eyes fiercer than before.

"Damn it!"

"You'll all die!"

He cursed loudly, glanced at the great array, then unhesitatingly unleashed the Hundred Souls Banner, charging straight at Fan Wen and Nie Nie Siming.

The Hundred Souls Banner, forged from living souls, was indeed formidable.

The hawk-nosed man held out against the combined assault of Fan Wen and Nie Nie Siming for over a hundred strikes.

"Ugh."

Eventually, the demonic cultivator could no longer withstand the two mighty generals' onslaught; he staggered backward, blood trickling from his lips.

Even the Hundred Souls Banner had been pierced through by Nie Nie Siming's spear, leaving several holes.

'Damn it!'

The hawk-nosed man cursed: "Why hasn't he come yet?"

He glared fiercely at the two men before him and the great array looming above.

In truth,

he knew all of this.

He had come here because of Su Xuan Yu Daoist.

Su Xuan Yu Daoist wanted to kill an official named Li Rui, and they had teamed up to forge the soul banner.

Previously, they had agreed:

he would lure Li Rui and his party to this village.

Su Xuan Yu Daoist would then crush the Yu Kingdom officials with his Heaven's Phase power—but now a full quarter-hour had passed, and he was nearly beaten to death by these two Yu Kingdom officers, yet Su Xuan Yu hadn't shown so much as a shadow.

"Fuck!"

The hawk-nosed man cursed.

He wouldn't wait any longer.

If he kept going like this, he'd be dead before Su Xuan Yu Daoist even arrived.

Thinking this,

the hawk-nosed man no longer hesitated—he let out a piercing shriek, wrapped himself in the soul banner, and slammed into the great array above.

Seeing this,

Fan Wen and Nie Nie Siming chased after him.

Nie Nie Siming roared: "Don't escape!"

As he shouted, his spear transformed into a divine streak and shot toward the demonic cultivator.

A rainbow piercing the sun!

The hawk-nosed man felt the terrifying killing intent behind him and his hair stood on end.

What a regret.

He had only acted because of Su Xuan Yu's fearsome reputation.

But he never imagined:

Su Xuan Yu was this unreliable.

Just as he was about to collide with the sky array, as if sensing something, he inexplicably glanced toward a forest outside the village.

A Daoist stood in the forest.

It was Su Xuan Yu Daoist!

But Su Xuan Yu showed no intention to intervene; on his face was a faint sneer as he watched the hawk-nosed man midair.

Seeing this,

the hawk-nosed man's blood turned cold.

If he still didn't understand now, he'd wasted his decades as a demonic cultivator.

He'd been tricked!

He'd been deceived by Su Xuan Yu!

The hawk-nosed man's eyes bulged with rage.

Hatred!

He never imagined that after hunting eagles all his life, he'd been blinded by one.

Su Xuan Yu didn't want Li Rui dead—he wanted him dead!

In that instant, the hawk-nosed man's fury reached its peak.

"Fuck you—"

The last word hadn't left his lips

when he slammed into the array.

The array's terrifying power blocked him, even crushing him back to the ground.

His body, wrapped in the soul banner, flew backward—right into the incoming spear, which pierced him clean through.

Meanwhile,

Fan Wen's massive hammer arrived moments later.

The outcome was obvious.

Thus fell a great demonic cultivator.

At the other end,

Su Xuan Yu Daoist, watching from the forest, showed no emotion at the scene above; he didn't even enter the village, but vanished directly into the night of the woods.

Not once did he look back.

'Must kill.'

This was what Su Xuan Yu Daoist thought.

Li Rui must die—but the demonic cultivators of the Northern Pole Immortal Sect deserved death even more.

Though he had joined the Northern Pole Immortal Sect, he despised how some of its demonic cultivators slaughtered ordinary people without restraint.

Even though the Northern Pole Immortal Sect never forbade disciples from killing each other, he had no intention of doing it himself.

He had approached the hawk-nosed man

to lure Li Rui out.

Now that Li Rui had appeared, this detested demonic cultivator had no reason to live.

Hence today's scheme: using another's blade to kill.

This village wasn't the grave Li Rui was led to—it was the grave prepared for the hawk-nosed man.

'Master, your teachings, your disciple has never forgotten.'

"Thrilling! Truly thrilling!"

Laughter rang out from within the village—Fan Wen's booming voice.

The array vanished.

The entire village seemed to awaken; households stirred, people screamed, rushed out in thin robes, faces pale with terror.

Then they saw the armored soldiers of Jianghuai Garrison.

The farmers' faces twisted with fear—they had no idea what had happened tonight.

At this moment,

Li Rui descended from the hill into the village.

He glanced at the demonic cultivator's corpse at his feet.

Cultivators' bodies were never as robust as martial artists'; his head had been crushed into pulp by Fan Wen—he was dead beyond any doubt.

Fan Wen's laughter thundered as he said to Li Rui:

"Official Li, your array truly works wonders."

Just now,

the demonic cultivator had tried to escape using a teleportation talisman.

But Li Rui's array blocked him—he couldn't flee, and thus met his end.

It can be said.

If Li Rui hadn't set up the array, this night the demonic cultivator would have escaped again.

Cultivators are just like this.

In combat power, they may not match martial artists, but when it comes to survival techniques, martial artists fall far behind.

This is precisely why the imperial court established the Mountain Search Office.

Cultivators are simply too hard to kill.

That's why large quantities of talismans and arrays are needed, using spirit stones to overwhelm and crush these cultivators.

Today is the best example.

The demonic cultivator was slain.

The three of them had accomplished a great deed.

Fan Wen was overjoyed.

Originally, after completing the mission, Li Rui and Nie Nie Siming planned to return to the capital to report, but under Fan Wen's enthusiastic invitation, they agreed to stay several more days in Jiangzhou.

This former subordinate of Zhou Zhou Dinghai was extremely warm-hearted.

Over several days,

he took Li Rui and the others to visit every interesting place in and around Jiangzhou.

"Little Brother Li, Little Brother Nie, how do you like Jiangzhou's scenery?"

Fan Wen had changed his form of address.

He had lived nearly one hundred and fifty years; by age, he naturally called Li Rui "little brother."

Nie Nie Siming laughed heartily:

"Excellent!"

Though Li Rui had reached an age where external things no longer stirred his joy or sorrow, wandering about and clearing his mind was still pleasant.

He suddenly spoke up: "Big Brother Fan, I've heard Jiangzhou has a cultivator skilled in artifact forging?"

Fan Wen nodded: "Indeed. He's a celestial from the higher realm, with no sect, and quite humble—he's stayed in Longquanzhen all along. His forging skills are truly exceptional. Why, Little Brother Li, do you wish to have a weapon forged?"

Li Rui nodded:

"Yes."

At once, Fan Wen patted his chest: "Don't worry—I have a good relationship with that forging cultivator. I can easily arrange an introduction."

Hearing of the forging cultivator, Nie Nie Siming also became interested:

"I've been feeling my spear is awkward to use. I might as well come along and take a look."

"Of course, of course."

Fan Wen agreed without hesitation.

The next morning,

the three set out together from Jiangzhou City, eagerly heading toward Longquanzhen.

(End of Chapter)