Chapter 307: Slashing the Two Kings

Wang Shu's movement speed was extremely fast, like a spirit ape, like a flying bird, leaping several dozen zhang on the steep cliff wall; Li Youyi could not catch up.

However, the six Phoenix-Wing Moth Emperors could fly, diving to pursue, their speed not inferior to his.

Especially the Fifth Phoenix, whose innate Dao art seemed to be speed; it was so fast that only a shadow remained, the first to catch up to Wang Shu, spreading its membrane wings to slash at his neck.

"Seeking death!"

Wang Shu turned in mid-air, raising his saber to slash.

The Hundred-Character Artifact battle saber hit the Fifth Phoenix, causing it to crash into the stone wall, emitting a low cry, suffering injuries.

Just this brief delay.

The other five Phoenix-Wing Moth Emperors caught up to Wang Shu, surrounding him in the center.

The five little ones let out high-pitched cries, wanting to avenge the Fifth Phoenix, either spitting Golden Crow flames, releasing lightning, striking with sharp claws, or using stealth to sneak attack...

Even though Wang Shu's cultivation was profound, he was beaten into a chaotic mess, unable to look after the front and the back.

Li Youyi, from afar, condensed an Ash-Extinguishing Finger Technique.

"Whoosh!"

His finger struck out from the air.

The golden-red beam of light crossed a distance of more than ten zhang and landed on Wang Shu.

Wang Shu was trapped in the siege of the five Phoenix-Wing Moth Emperors; he was broken of his Dao Heart manifestation and protective magic power by Li Youyi's finger, the beam hit his chest, and his body was thrown out, crashing through mountain rocks and rolling down the hillside.

Li Youyi wanted to press the attack, but suddenly, a warning sign arose in his heart, the hair all over his body standing on end; almost instinctively, he swung his sword horizontally to the right, slashing out a bright sword light.

Wang Zhi rushed out from a crack in the cliff's stones, condensed two white bone claw prints, tore the sword light to shreds, and pounced toward Li Youyi.

He hadn't fled; he was hiding here to ambush.

After all, if Wang Shu met with misfortune, he would also have his soul scattered.

The two were bound by life.

"Pop! Pop!"

Intent power flame light whips, sword techniques, movement techniques, leg techniques...

Li Youyi used all his means, fighting desperately to block, clashing with Wang Zhi on the cliff wall one after another, every move fatal, his speed swift.

Li Youyi took three claws from Wang Zhi; with the Blood Handprint Demon Armor protecting his body, he could withstand it, his body intact, but blood seeped from his skin, and his internal organs were in unbearable pain.

Wang Zhi took a sword from him.

This sword cut through Wang Zhi's chest, blood flowing incessantly.

Unable to stop the bleeding.

What terrified Wang Zhi even more was that the lingering spirit soul within him was wounded by the Huang Long Sword, and his soul power was constantly leaking from the wound, his entire person becoming weaker and weaker.

He had never encountered such a strange sword.

Yang Qingxi held the Ghost Banner, standing on the shoulder of the Yin Ghost Commander, joining the battle.

"Boom!"

The Yin Ghost Commander let out a long howl, swung the battle halberd, and smashed Wang Zhi, who was fighting Li Youyi, into the cliff wall, broken stones rolling down incessantly.

"Clang!"

Li Youyi seized the opportunity and thrust his sword.

The sword was like a stream of yellow light, piercing through Wang Zhi's chest, pinning his body firmly into the recessed cliff wall.

"You... who exactly are you?"

Wang Zhi let out a sharp, miserable scream, feeling that the Huang Long Sword was like a red-hot iron rod, piercing through his body, the pain heart-wrenching, burning his soul until it constantly annihilated.

"Whoosh!"

Behind Li Youyi, a gust of Yin wind blew over.

Yang Qingchan, with disheveled hair, appeared beside Li Youyi, extending a slender, pale hand. Her five fingers pierced through Wang Zhi's skull, and she chanted a spell, unleashing some kind of lingering spirit secret art.

The next moment.

She captured the lingering spirit within Wang Zhi's body and sucked its soul power into her mouth and nose, looking extremely satisfied.

Lingering spirits of the Nether Realm of the Dead, especially those of the ghost type, almost all cultivate the "Soul-Devouring" technique.

"How can this be? The consciousness of that lingering spirit within Wang Zhi was actually worn away by him for the most part, and the soul power is extremely weak. How did he do it? Is it that sword?"

Yang Qingchan's eyes were surprised; while refining the soul power in her body, she looked at the back of Li Youyi, who was withdrawing his sword and leaving.

After being caught up by Li Youyi, Yang Qingxi, Yang Qingchan, and the Yin Ghost Commander, Wang Shu knew he couldn't escape today, fighting while retreating, saying in a deep voice: "Li Youyi, you are too stupid; haven't you seen the situation clearly yet?"

"I am a Divine Son of the Divine Sect, yet those Great True Disciples and Elders stood by and watched, refusing to save me; you don't even think about why that is."

"They are waiting for you to kill me, commit a monstrous mistake, and then tear you apart and snatch the treasures on you. When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman gains."

Wang Shu approached the patrol guards of the Heavenly Principle Palace for help, but the patrol guards retreated rapidly, showing no intention of protecting him.

In the past, the martial cultivators of the patrol guards were quite close to him.

At this moment, Wang Shu finally saw the true face of his master. If his master hadn't given a heads-up, how could the patrol guards be like this?

For the sake of profit, disciples can also be sacrificed.

Li Youyi had long sensed all this, but his heart didn't waver in the slightest; the situation had already reached this point, and the two sides had formed a deadly grudge. If he let Wang Shu go, it would truly be letting a tiger return to the mountain.

Once Wang Shu fully condensed his Dao Lotus, even if Li Youyi hid back in the Southern Clear Palace, he would definitely go to the ground and crazily take revenge on everyone close to Li Youyi.

Wang Shu said: "You don't think the Southern Venerable will protect you, do you? These old guys in the Divine Sect are all selfish, greedy, and ruthless; the so-called master only sees you as having utilization value; there is no human touch."

"Li Youyi, spare my life, and I swear I will never take revenge."

How could Li Youyi believe him? He deliberately shouted righteously: "Wang Shu, don't think that your master not saving you is because he is selfish and greedy. The Vice Palace Master is so wise; he must have discovered long ago, just like us, that you are doing all kinds of evil, killing fellow disciples, and swallowing the Divine Sect's wealth..."

"If you want to add a crime, why worry about not having an excuse. Since you are so senseless, there is nothing more to say. If you want to kill me, you have to pay a tragic price."

From Wang Shu's ancestral field, six Bodhi seeds flew out one after another.

Each Bodhi seed was engraved with hundreds of scriptures and had been refined into a magic artifact.

The six scriptures and six Bodhi seeds were of the same origin, a set of magic artifacts, totaling more than eight hundred scriptures.

If one could perfectly understand these scriptures and control the power of the six Bodhi seeds to the extreme, theoretically, it could unleash the power of a Grade Eight Hundred-Character Artifact.

But the difficulty of control was far greater than that of a Grade Eight Hundred-Character Artifact.

With Wang Shu's current cultivation, he could only unleash a very small part of their power.

Yang Qingxi said: "This set of magic artifacts is extremely precious, worth more than a million Spring Coins; it's impossible for Wang Shu to possess it; it must have been obtained from the secret treasury. Why not capture him alive first?"

"Don't daydream! Do you really think the patrol guards of the Heavenly Principle Palace are just for show? Can they give you a chance to capture him alive?"

"Either don't do it, or do it thoroughly."

Li Youyi, the six Phoenix-Wing Moth Emperors, Yang Qingxi, Yang Qingchan, and the Yin Ghost Commander, ten figures, surrounded Wang Shu; even the six Bodhi seeds couldn't block them.

Li Youyi's heart was very firm; he didn't think about the subsequent trouble, nor did he want to force Wang Shu to reveal the location of the secret treasury like Yang Qingxi.

There was only one thought.

Kill Wang Shu to eliminate future trouble.

"Pfft!"

He flashed forward, slashing off Wang Shu's right arm from behind with one sword.

The magic artifact battle saber fell to the ground.

A fountain of blood surged from Wang Shu's shoulder, and he screamed miserably, no longer able to effectively control the six Bodhi seeds, stumbling and fleeing.

"Pfft!"

Yang Qingxi controlled the Yin Ghost Commander, swung the battle halberd, and slashed Wang Shu in half at the waist.

With a swish, she landed beside Wang Shu's corpse and pointed her finger to probe his ancestral field.

The real treasures were all hidden in the ancestral field.

The ancestral field of a Dao Seed Realm martial cultivator has a large inner world, but from the outside, it is only the size of an acupuncture point; it needs careful probing to find.

The inner world is like a bubble blown in the real world.

"There is actually nothing in the ancestral field, but in the boundary bag... there are so many cultivation resources, blood crystals, thousand-year refined medicines, magic artifacts, Spring Coins..."

Yang Qingxi took Wang Shu's boundary bag and gave Yang Qingchan a look, telling her to quickly collect Wang Shu's magic artifact battle saber and the six Bodhi seeds.

Li Youyi, at this moment, had no intention of competing with her for resources, holding his sword and looking toward the patrol guards who were constantly approaching.

"Rumble!"

Three hundred patrol guards, all of them Five Seas Realm martial cultivators.

They wore white armor, rode lingering spirit soul beast mounts, and held standard magic artifact spears.

The lingering spirit soul beast mounts galloped, the earth shaking, surrounding Li Youyi, Yang Qingxi, and Yang Qingchan.

With medium aptitude and decades of polishing, most martial cultivators could open seven springs. As long as there were enough Five Seas Pills, a large number of Five Seas Realm martial cultivators could be cultivated.

The Thousand-Guard Chief Rider "Yi Yi Zhou Xue," riding a seven-meter-long giant chicken-headed tiger-bodied soul beast, slowly walked out from the patrol guards, looking at the two broken corpses of Wang Shu on the ground, his face cold as ice; he had never felt such heartache and discomfort as he did today.

He really wanted to take action to save Wang Shu, but in the end, he dared not disobey his master's orders.

"Whoosh!"

Yi Yi Zhou Xue was a Great True Disciple; his Dao Heart manifestation was released, transforming into a thick white cloud of magic power, suppressing Li Youyi and the three of them, pressing them until they couldn't move.

This was the strength of a Great True Disciple!

In any prefecture of the Lingxiao Life Realm, they were among the few powerhouses.

"Lock them up and bring them back to the Heavenly Principle Palace," Yi Yi Zhou Xue ordered.

"Haha!"

The laughter of Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun came from far to near.

In an instant, the two appeared from the peak of Spirit Spine Mountain to the foot of the mountain, their figures like two round wheels, driving the wind and riding the mist, far more brilliant than Wang Shu.

"Chief Thousand-Guard, the Divine Son was killed; this is a major case, it should be the responsibility of our Withered Glory Palace," Sikong Jingyuan said.

Yi Yi Zhou Xue felt the aura fluctuations of a Dao Lotus on the two brothers, Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun.

Clearly, these two Fifth Divine Sons had made rapid progress in their cultivation while training in the Nether Realm of the Dead, stepping into the Fourth Layer of the Dao Seed Realm.

How could Yi Yi Zhou Xue not know their intentions? He cupped his hands and saluted: "Two Divine Sons, the deceased was my junior brother; the Heavenly Principle Palace and the patrol guards will definitely not let the murderer go, so please give me some face."

Sikong Yanlun said very impolitely: "Since he was your junior brother, why did you hide and not save him earlier?"

Sikong Jingyuan smiled: "I heard that Li Youyi say Wang Shu killed many fellow disciples before he died; there must be a major case in this, and the Withered Glory Palace will definitely investigate this matter to the end. So, I'm really sorry, I can't give you this face!"

"Enforcing rewards and punishments is the duty of the Withered Glory Palace."

Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun shuttled among the patrol guards, walked into the empty space in the center, and their gazes fell on the three people suppressed by Yi Yi Zhou Xue's Dao Heart manifestation.

What was different was that Sikong Jingyuan, who was slightly smiling, stared fixedly at the six strange insects and the Ghost Banner.

While Sikong Yanlun's eyes were eager, wandering over Yang Qingxi and Yang Qingchan.

Yi Yi Zhou Xue's tone sank: "If I cannot capture the murderer, I am afraid I cannot go back to report."

"That is your business!"

Sikong Yanlun spread his arms, and between his hands, he condensed a magic wheel; after striking it out, it rotated at high speed, the wind force like a knife, grinding Yi Yi Zhou Xue's Dao Heart manifestation to pieces inch by inch, wanting to snatch the people directly.

"Boom!"

Yi Yi Zhou Xue snorted, his spear thrust out, shattering the magic wheel, causing it to transform into a ball of cold mist.

Three hundred patrol guards raised their spears in unison, urging their armor. Then, a battle array condensed above their heads, and dense scriptures flew within the array.

In an instant, the two sides were at daggers drawn, the atmosphere murderous.

"Stop!"

A young reprimand came from mid-air.

Everyone on the ground was dizzy and swaying from the power contained in the voice, as if divine thunder had exploded in their minds.

"Whoosh!"

The huge body of the Two-Headed Golden-Winged Eagle, carrying two figures, flew down from mid-air, its wings stirring up violent wind force.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 308 =====