Chapter 953: Scythe of the Death God

"Black evil, desolate Purgatory!"

A hoarse low growl spilled from A Nu's throat; as his words took effect, in the next instant countless black threads burst from around his body, spreading outward at incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, the entire Barrier was filled with black threads; through the gaps one could see the Barrier shrouded in darkness, Dead Qi heavy, like a mortal Purgatory.

Yun Zhonghe's brow furrowed slightly, his form flickered constantly, dodging those seemingly intelligent black threads.

No one doubted that being touched by those black threads would have unthinkable consequences.

Under A Nu's control, the black threads launched sudden attacks from various directions, catching everyone off guard.

Lu Qiqi clutched his chest, his heart pounding wildly, watching the black threads surge from behind Yun Zhonghe, about to pierce the back of his skull in the next instant; instinctively he shouted, "Watch out!"

Behind Yun Zhonghe seemed to sprout a pair of eyes; at the critical moment he spun sharply, a massive scythe materialized in his hand, emitting a black light richer than the black evil, blocking the black threads' assault.

The moment Yun Zhonghe grasped that scythe, his eyes turned pitch black, like a death god fallen into hell, terrifying.

"Scythe of the Death God?!" Ye Qingran's complexion changed.

The great blade radiated black light from head to toe, as if sourced from hell itself.

Although Yun Zhonghe's eyes turned jet black, his consciousness was not controlled. Yet his temperament was affected by the Scythe of the Death God, shifting from pure cleanliness to cold, somber chill.

Moreover, his combat power surged sharply after wielding the Scythe of the Death God; A Nu, who had previously been able to match Yun Zhonghe, paled slightly upon seeing it.

Hoo~

Yun Zhonghe held the scythe with one hand, slashed the void; the endless black threads snapped like tangled rope cut by a swift blade, turning into black powder that vanished into the void.

Yun Zhonghe lunged forward, landing before A Nu, a sudden downward strike unleashed an overwhelming force, as heavy as a mountain, filling A Nu with an irresistible sense of helplessness.

A Nu knew he couldn't meet the blade head‑on, so he barely dodged, but Yun Zhonghe's next slash came again in a dense barrage, leaving A Nu flustered.

Outside the Barrier, Ling Qiye's smile vanished.

A Nu was the strongest among his guards; even a Nirvana Emperor of the same Nirvana realm was often inferior, yet today he was suppressed by Yun Zhonghe?

"A Nu!" Ling Qiye bellowed, A Nu's eyes flashed, he gritted his teeth, his aura surged, "Black tide surges!"

Endless black threads converged, twisting into a towering black wave that roared and surged toward Yun Zhonghe, devouring him!

Yun Zhonghe was instantly engulfed by the black wave!

"The outcome is decided?"

A Nu's counterattack was so sudden that many onlookers, still immersed in Yun Zhonghe's advantage, thought Yun Zhonghe would win.

But…

"Yun Zhonghe?!"

Lu Qiqi's pupils narrowed sharply, his gaze fixed on the terrifying black threads like a fierce ghost.

Ling Qiye's lips curled again, lightly saying, "It's all over."

Ye Qingran's brow furrowed slightly, her eyes fixed on that area, her face showing no extra expression.

Big uncle isn't that weak; she knows that clearly.

Sure enough, a black glint shot out from the black threads, standing out even against the equally dark background.

Ye Qingran's eyes brightened; in the next instant, more black glints erupted, piercing the black threads, causing the wave of threads to tremble, then explode into dust!

In the black backdrop, a man held the Scythe of the Death God, expressionless, as cold as a death god crawling out of hell!

His gaze at A Nu was filled with indifference; he raised his hand, a chilling ray split the sky, suppressing all the black evil in the world, and the desolate Purgatory slowly transformed into another scene.

"This is hell!" a cold voice rasped from Yun Zhonghe's mouth.

Below his feet, countless illusory ghosts wailed and howled, making one feel as if standing in the eighteenth level of hell!

"Harvest!" he said lightly, the Scythe of the Death God turning into a black streak that slashed toward A Nu!

Pfft~

The sound of blade meeting flesh rang out; a bloom of blood mist erupted from A Nu's chest! Soon he clutched his chest, crimson blood spilling from his mouth corner, his aura collapsing like a toppled building!

"So strong!"

Cultivators watching from outside the Barrier exclaimed in surprise.

One slash shattered the Nirvana Emperor's defense and even caused serious injury—what terrifying power could achieve that?

"Impressive, big uncle!" Ye Qingran lifted an eyebrow, laughing lightly.

"Impressive, big uncle, indeed!" Xiao Hu Xiao Chen added.

"Come here," Yun Zhonghe said to Lu Qiqi, a faint smile on his face.

As the Scythe of the Death God was sheathed, his eyes returned to normal.

Lu Qiqi slightly opened his mouth, shaking his head gently.

Although Yun Zhonghe won, she could not go over.

Ling Qiye won't let him go! The Ling Family won't let him go! Even her father and the entire Lu Clan won't let him go!

"She won't go over," Ling Qiye said calmly, confidence absolute on his face.

Yun Zhonghe suddenly looked at him, raised his hand, and with a swing Ling Qiye's body trembled and was flung backward.

Although Ling Qiye's talent is extraordinarily high, he is ultimately no match for the Nirvana Emperor.

Ling Qiye's back slammed into the wall, he slid to the ground, clutching his chest, barely sitting up as crimson blood trickled down; he smiled, "If you have the skill, kill me."

"You think I don't dare?"

"No!" Lu Qiqi rushed forward to block Ling Qiye, "Yun Zhonghe, you can't kill him!"

"I can spare him, but you must come with me!"

After speaking, Yun Zhonghe, regardless of Lu Qiqi's consent, moved to her side and pulled her into his arms.

"Qiqi, he forced me," Ling Qiye said, and between his right thumb and forefinger a white bead appeared; under Lu Qiqi's terrified gaze, he applied slight pressure, and the bead turned into dust.

"No…"

Lu Qiqi shouted, trying to stop, but it was already too late.