Chapter 938: Instant Kill: Feng Wanxi
“You have no combat power left!”
In the void, the four Phoenix Clan demon emperors completely blocked Luo Bingyao’s escape routes.
Luo Bingyao laughed heartily: “Surrender to you?”
“Dream on!”
“I know you’ve sealed my master within the Golden Suffering Immortal Realm!”
“So what?”
“You still can’t kill him!”
“Even within the Golden Suffering Immortal Realm, he can still ascend!”
“Correct!” said Feng Wanxi. “He can indeed ascend from the Golden Suffering Immortal Realm—but he will never return to the Spiritual Realm!”
“For him to seek revenge—that’s a dream!”
“No no no…” Luo Bingyao said. “You’re wrong… my master has five incarnations. Some of these incarnations have already broken through to Mahayana Emperor realm; others are on the verge of breaking through!”
“Don’t worry!”
“They haven’t disappeared after all these years!”
“They’ve just been hiding!”
“Once all five reach the peak of Mahayana Emperor realm, they’ll strike together—and your Phoenix Clan will be wiped out!”
“Hahaha…”
“Today… what does it matter if I, Luo Bingyao, die?”
“Come on!”
Bloodstained and ragged, hair disheveled, Luo Bingyao stood atop the volcano’s rim, barefoot, gazing upward into the void.
Her face showed no fear.
Cold moonlight fell upon her weary face.
She no longer wished to struggle.
Yet in the next instant, her eyes flickered slightly.
A familiar figure suddenly appeared in the void.
“M…Master… is that you?”
“Have you come to take me?”
“Wu wu wu… Master…”
“Wu wu wu… am I about to die? How could there be a master… the master was sealed long ago in the Small Spiritual World!”
“It’s just… an illusion before death…”
“Wu wu wu…”
Tears streamed freely, blurring Luo Bingyao’s vision.
She closed her eyes, silently awaiting death.
Yet after more than a dozen breaths, no attack came.
She opened her eyes again and said: “So damn slow… Feng Wanxi, you can’t beat me in battle, and now you’re this sluggish?”
“Come on!”
“Kill me…”
“Huh???”
“M…Master…”
Luo Bingyao, who had been cursing, suddenly fell silent. Before her appeared an utterly bizarre scene.
Feng Wanxi and the other three Phoenix Clan demon emperors still hovered in the void.
Yet He Pingsheng stood not far from them.
And the four Phoenix Clan demon emperors remained utterly motionless.
Like ice sculptures.
Luo Bingyao extended her bloodied hand and wiped her eyes with the relatively clean back of her hand. “Master… is it really you?”
“Mm…” He Pingsheng nodded.
Then he waved his hand again.
Whoosh…
The purple-gold staff shot out and instantly transformed into a black spike.
Plop…
The black spike pierced through Feng Wanxi’s body in an instant.
Feng Wanxi was crushed into a puddle of blood mist.
Bang…
Bang…
The other three were instantly obliterated by He Pingsheng.
Black hooks flew out, dragging the souls of all four to He Pingsheng’s side.
“You?”
“He Pingsheng?”
“How is this possible?”
“How could you still be alive?”
The four stared at He Pingsheng, paralyzed with terror.
Even though they were now mere souls.
How could this be?
One glance—and you instantly wiped out all four of us?
“He Pingsheng… you… what realm are you in now?” Feng Wanxi asked, terrified.
He Pingsheng said calmly: “Just broke through to Mahayana Emperor realm, first layer.”
“Sssss…” Feng Wanxi asked again: “Just now—that was what kind of divine art? Why could it freeze us in place, unable to move at all?”
He Pingsheng said: “Time Stasis Divine Art.”
“You’ve talked too much.”
“Feng Clan’s peerless prodigy—I shall now send you on your way…”
“No!” Feng Wanxi cried. “He Pingsheng, I didn’t participate in the ambush at Gu Song Mountain! And now, though you’re targeting your disciple, your disciple isn’t dead!”
“You can’t kill me!”
He Pingsheng sneered: “Don’t you remember how, in that dream, you threatened my daughter Yuqing?”
Feng Wanxi shouted: “It was just a dream!”
“No…” He Pingsheng said. “Whether real or dream, no one may threaten my family’s lives.”
“Die…”
Crackling…
A bolt of lightning flashed—Feng Wanxi’s soul was instantly erased!
Feng Clan prodigy, dead!
Chii…
Chii…
The second, then the third soul were erased in sequence.
Finally, only the soul of the Thirteenth Elder remained.
“He Pingsheng… He Pingsheng… don’t kill me… don’t kill me…”
“I’ll become your servant—I’ll do anything for you…”
“I I I…”
“I’ll do anything…”
The Thirteenth Elder was babbling incoherently.
“Hmph…” He Pingsheng’s lips curled in a cold sneer. “I won’t let a scoundrel like you become my servant!”
“Speak,” He Pingsheng said. “If I’m satisfied, I might spare your life.”
“I ask, you answer. No lies.”
He Pingsheng stared at the Thirteenth Elder’s soul.
“Yes yes yes…” the Thirteenth Elder said. “I swear by heaven—if I lie, may heaven instantly erase me!”
“Good. You’re sensible.”
He Pingsheng flashed forward and landed beside Luo Bingyao, then casually handed her several pills. “Rest and recover.”
“Yes, Master!” Luo Bingyao, now at the same realm as her master, nodded and sat cross-legged in the void.
He Pingsheng began his interrogation.
“As a Phoenix Clan Elder, you should know everything, correct?”
“Tell me—what did the Phoenix Clan do to my family?”
“Where are my family members now?”
“How was Gu Song Mountain destroyed?”
He Pingsheng pointed to Gusong Mountain.
His body trembled slightly.
Because what he feared most was that his entire family would be exterminated by the Phoenix Clan.
But He Pingsheng still held onto a sliver of hope, for he had once prepared an escape route for his family.
“Yes!” Thirteenth Elder said: “I know everything… After the Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan joined forces to seal you in that small spiritual world, our Phoenix Clan began… to exterminate your kin!”
“But… Zhu Zhengyan leaked the news ahead of time!”
“He passed the information to Dalun Mingwang, who took your four children to Gusong Mountain!”
“By the time our Phoenix Clan arrived at Gusong Mountain, nearly everyone there had already taken refuge in a small world!”
“Later, Zhu Zhengyan sacrificed his physical form to protect them—he was slain by our Phoenix Clan!”
“Then, a woman among you detonated herself and blocked another wave!”
“Then, that small world activated!”
“We… could not find your kin!”
What Thirteenth Elder said was largely true.
Hearing this, He Pingsheng exhaled in relief.
After all, most of them were safe!
But who was the one who detonated herself?
Could it have been Dalun Mingwang?
End of Chapter
