Chapter 387

In that instant, everyone confirmed from the bottom of their hearts that Ma Ling'er'er was a wraith.

A decade of ingrained perception was utterly shattered.

Those who had still hesitated now pointed at Ma Ling'er'er and screamed curses.

Perhaps because Ma Ling'er'er had lived in Gu Yue Cun for ten years, both villagers and guards knew her well.

So this outburst of anger became even fiercer—they felt no fear at all.

This made Fang Yue feel strangely off.

After all, the creature before them was a wraith—a wraith that killed and ate people.

If it were any other wraith, the ordinary villagers here wouldn't dare open their mouths; they'd be lucky not to die of fright.

But facing the familiar Ma Ling'er'er, they dared to step forward and shout insults.

Ma Ling'er'er made no reply to their curses, only sneered as she swept her gaze over them; behind her, Black Cloud swelled and shrank like a bristling hedgehog, as if about to explode into countless shadows and engulf Gu Yue Cun as it had done in Mo Cun.

"Wait! Ma Ling'er'er, don't you want to see one person?"

Seeing Ma Ling'er'er was about to act for real, Fang Yue roared out loud.

"One person?" Ma Ling'er'er frowned with her ruined face.

"Bring him."

Fang Yue gave a glance to a nearby team member; soon after, the dying Ma Tiejiang was dragged forward.

"So it's Ma Tiejiang—I wondered who you wanted me to see. But now, do you really think dragging him out will make me stop?"

Ma Ling'er'er looked down at Fang Yue's actions, seemingly indifferent to Ma Tiejiang's life or death.

"Oh? Ten years of hiding in a foreign land, and the only companion by your side is this man—the only one who cared for you. You can speak truthfully. And yet you feel nothing for him? Not even a shred?"

Fang Yue grabbed Ma Tiejiang's hair, kicked his knee, forcing him to kneel halfway, and smiled as he spoke.

At this moment, Fang Yue radiated pure villainy, but he didn't care—surviving this situation was what mattered most. So he would play every card he had, seeking even a sliver of hope.

But when Ma Ling'er'er heard these words, her expression gradually softened, and she regarded Fang Yue with extreme coldness.

"You're wrong, Yese Liming. Ma Tiejiang isn't my companion. He's just my dog. When a dog grows old, it should die."

"A dog…?"

Fang Yue looked pityingly at the dying Ma Tiejiang—he must have imagined this moment every second while imprisoned.

Yet Ma Ling'er'er showed no intention to save him.

"Then it's… a pity."

Crack!

Right before Ma Ling'er'er's eyes, Fang Yue snapped Ma Tiejiang's neck, tossed the corpse aside, and said coldly: "I never imagined you, turned into a wraith, could be so heartless. Ten years of companionship—even a dog should have felt something."

"A dog is a dog—it never becomes human." Ma Ling'er'er's face held three parts mockery, seven parts sneer.

Then, as her expression hardened, she gave the order: "All Wu Yu Clan, heed my command—destroy Gu Yue Cun immediately! Leave no survivors!"

Boom!

Amid the terrified expressions of everyone in Gu Yue Cun, Black Cloud… exploded!

Hundreds of bone kites shot out in all directions, darting like bats through the village's streets and buildings.

A mere brush against them sent up clouds of dust, collapsing wooden huts, stone houses, and towers.

In that moment, most of Gu Yue Cun's buildings rose in dust, screams and wails erupted, cries of despair echoing endlessly.

In an instant, Gu Yue Cun became a hell on earth!

"MA! LING'ER!!"

Fang Yue's temples bulged with veins; he roared each syllable separately, launching himself like a cannonball.

But what met him was Ma Ling'er'er's scornful snort—and Chen Lao, shooting out from behind her with a hiss.

Fang Yue's face changed—he tried to retreat, but it was too late.

Chen Lao's hand shot out, as if pulling with magnetic force; Fang Yue's body was yanked violently toward him.

Simultaneously, Chen Lao's palm exploded into a massive bony hand, like a monster's gaping maw, closing in on Fang Yue.

"Overestimating yourself," Ma Ling'er'er sneered.

"Xiao Ye!!" Lin Ling, Hua Wuye, and others cried out in alarm, rushing to save him—but they were too late.

Under their despairing stares, Fang Yue was engulfed by the open bony fingers—and swallowed whole.

"Those who obstruct the King's Trial… have only death…"

As Chen Lao murmured, he began to retract the bone hand—then his face twisted in horror as he frantically recoiled.

But it was too late!

A white line suddenly appeared in the air.

In everyone's stunned gaze, the line sliced through the air.

Ssssh!

The massive bone hand was cut cleanly in half; the upper portion, with two fingers, slid to the ground, freeing Fang Yue, who retreated.

The remaining part of the giant bone hand was yanked back violently by Chen Lao, his face pale.

He clutched his severed fingers, staring forward in shock.

There, an old man walked toward them, holding a Wooden Sword, clad in green robes, hands frosted with ice, moving as calmly as if strolling through his garden.

The old man walked lightly, very slowly.

But with each step, the distance shrank as if he had swallowed the ground—closing half the gap instantly!

Fang Yue's pupils contracted sharply; Ma Ling'er'er clenched her fists, teeth grinding: "Lord Han!"

Lord Han was number one on Gu Yue Cun's kill list!

"Chen Lao, swiftly cut off his head! I will drain his marrow, shatter his bones, and satisfy my hatred!"

Chen Lao said nothing, his posture and expression grim as he stared at the elderly man in blue robes approaching step by step.

Of the entire Heiqing Shanmai, Chen Lao feared only two people.

One was Lord Mo, who had vanished for many years and long since disappeared from all records.

The other was Lord Han!

Though he was only at the Half-Step Rain Realm, his true strength was unfathomable!

Even he dared not claim he could surely defeat this man!

"Han Bai, I advise you not to meddle in today's affairs, or you'll ruin your final years."

Lord Han had now arrived and stopped before Chen Lao.

At this moment, Lord Han was calmer and more composed than ever before.

He lifted his eyelids slightly and said, "Gu Yue Cun is my place of seclusion. Will you please leave?"

"Heh… hehehe! Hehehehe! Hahahahahaha!"

Chen Lao suddenly sneered, then burst into loud, wild laughter—laughing until he bent over, doubled up.

When he finished laughing, he looked up at Lord Han: "A place of seclusion? I see it as a deathbed! You, an old man half-buried in your grave, don't dare stand in the way of our Wu Yu Clan's rise!"

"To destroy Gu Yue Cun is to disturb my cultivation. If you two refuse to retreat, then you'll leave your lives here."

"Ridiculous! Below the Immortal Realm, all are ants! Our Wu Yu Clan is the one and only Immortal, the true Immortal, the final Immortal! How dare you ants speak so boldly!"

(End of Chapter)