89: You don't deserve to hear it!

“Bastard!”

“How dare you! My Cloud Sea Sword Sect will never rest until you are dead!”

“Boom—”

What greeted him was a deafening roar!

A wave of extreme heat suddenly erupted, even more intense than the scorching sun of Huangfeng Plains.

Above the Formation Plate, a ten-foot-tall, colorful fire tiger appeared, its fur burning with a dark purple flame, spewing out fire rain with every breath.

The Disciple who had been frozen had not yet reacted before they were swallowed whole by the fire tiger, their screams consumed by the flames. The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat, intermingling with the previous cold Qi to form a strange aura.

“What goes around, comes around!”

Shen Li’s voice echoed through the fire rain and ice mist, carrying an almost demonic coldness.

He watched Murong Yunhai’s face contort with rage, but instead of stopping, he urged the Law Manifestation Puppet to attack even more fiercely.

The three-headed, six-armed bronze statue struck the Heaven-Shaking Sword with every blow, producing deafening roars that forced Murong Yunhai to retreat repeatedly, his Daoist robe already showing several cuts from ice spikes.

Murong Yunhai’s Gengjin Sword Qi gradually weakened. He could feel the Spiritual Qi in his body rapidly depleting, while the opponent seemed tireless, with endless ice-elemental techniques.

At this moment, Murong Yunhai’s regret soared to the sky.

What terrified him even more was Shen Li’s gaze, which looked at him as if he were a corpse—a bone-chilling stare filled with absolute killing intent.

It was exactly like Murong Yunhai when he first emerged from the ruins.

He wants to… kill me?

Even knowing I am a True Disciple of the Cloud Sea Sword Sect… he still wants to kill me?

Is he… a madman?

Damn it! No! Absolutely not!

I must not die here!

Half an incense stick ago… he was still arrogant.

Half an incense stick later… he was beaten black and blue.

This stark contrast of scenes…

Murong Yunhai stood up, taking a deep breath.

“Fellow Daoist… have you vented enough?”

“What do you think?”

“I am a True Disciple of the Cloud Sea Sword Sect, Fellow Daoist cannot kill me… otherwise, there will surely be great calamity in the future.”

“Are you threatening me?”

Shen Li smiled slightly, his expression returning to normal as he re-suppressed the demonic Cultivator’s memory fragments.

A smile appeared on his face.

But this smile made Murong Yunhai’s heart tighten.

“Unfortunately… you threatened the wrong person,” Shen Li said with a hint of regret.

“Is your background very significant? Cloud Sea Sword Sect, right… True Disciple, right…”

“It’s quite a coincidence.”

“I also have some background.”

“I am a Disciple of the Shen Family, a Dao Foundation Immortal Clan from Qingchi Mountain.”

Murong Yunhai’s expression suddenly changed.

Shen Li continued to smile and said, “On my Qingchi Mountain’s territory, to indiscriminately attack a Dao Foundation Immortal Clan Disciple with lethal intent, the Cloud Sea Sword Sect is indeed arrogant!”

“But since you chose to attack, you should be prepared to die!”

“Background… do I fear your background?”

“I also have people above me! Die for me!”

Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, Murong Yunhai’s face instantly turned gloomy. He offered no further explanation or words.

He said coldly, “Since that’s the case… then let’s decide life or death.”

“You’re worthy of deciding life or death with me?”

Shen Li subtly pulled on his technique, and dense swarms of ice cicadas appeared, terrifying to behold.

“Here… only you will die, there is absolutely no other possibility!”

“Kill!”

The three immediately engaged in battle!

Murong Yunhai’s Gengjin longsword was hard-pressed under the six-armed pincer attack of the Law Manifestation Puppet, its blade already covered in fine cracks.

Each strike from the bronze Puppet carried immense force. The great axe produced a dull roar as it cleaved through the air, the longsword created a piercing whistle when it thrust out, and the copper hammer caused spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the ground with its impact.

Qiu Ya, dragging her shattered Autumn Water Blade, circled to the flank. The spiritual light of the Little Vajra Technique on her blade flickered, and each precise chop landed in the interval where Murong Yunhai’s old strength had run out and new strength had yet to form, forcing him to parry with his sword and exposing more openings.

“Clang—” The moment the copper hammer collided with the Gengjin Sword, Murong Yunhai felt a surge of immense power run through the sword, making his arm numb and a sweetness rise in his throat.

He flipped backward, trying to create distance, but saw Shen Li flick his fingers, and several ice spikes suddenly rose from the ground, blocking his retreat like a forest.

“Yunhai Sword Art: Splitting Light!”

Barely dodging the ice spikes, Murong Yunhai roared, and dazzling golden light erupted from his body.

The Gengjin longsword transformed into three illusory shadows, striking at the Puppet, the ice spikes, and Qiu Ya’s blade stance respectively.

He rarely used this move; each time he performed it, it consumed a large amount of vital essence. This technique could not be fully utilized below the Dao Foundation Realm, and at his current Realm, it even required him to activate the Sword Pill within his body… to unleash the sword art’s power!

In other words, using this technique in the Qi Refining Realm… was suicidal!

But at this moment, it was a matter of life and death, and he couldn’t care about anything else.

Three sword lights streaked across the sky like meteors. One of them precisely shattered the torrent of ice spikes, heading straight for Shen Li’s face.

But its power was neutralized by several Frost Walls that appeared out of thin air!

Another one broke Qiu Ya’s blade! The blade edge suddenly shattered, rendering it almost useless!

The third one struck the Puppet’s shoulder, sending sparks flying!!!

It forcefully broke the bronze Puppet’s shoulder!

After Murong Yunhai activated this technique, he saw the three of them momentarily halted and, without hesitation, he shattered the Frost Wall spanning the entrance to the ruins with a single sword strike, intending to flee into the distance!

But he didn’t expect Shen Li’s chilling voice to sound in his ear again.

“Fellow Daoist… please stay!”

Murong Yunhai’s pupils contracted. He could feel a sharp aura approaching from behind! It was the biting killing intent of a blade!

He twisted his body violently, trying to avoid a vital spot, but having consumed vital essence, his spirit and energy were far from their peak, and for a moment, he didn’t react!

With a crisp “crack,” the excruciating pain of a broken leg bone made him grunt, and his body staggered.

The ice spikes gradually melted into his body, making him slow and in unbearable pain!

Just at this instant, Qiu Ya’s Autumn Water Blade pierced through his Physical Body, forcefully stabbing through Murong Yunhai’s heart!

Then, she twisted it fiercely!

With the broken blade in his heart, Murong Yunhai was filled with regret.

If only he had spoken a word first… he wouldn’t be facing this life-and-death calamity now!

If only he had some patience… he wouldn’t have come to this…

Ultimately… he was too greedy for that Taiyin Sword Pill… and lost his composure!

Calamity descended from the heavens, and fortune and misfortune were self-inflicted!

On the verge of death, Murong Yunhai suddenly looked up, about to detonate the Magic Treasure in his hand!

There was no turning back from his mistake, but he wouldn’t leave anything for the person in front of him!

He wanted to… drag this person down with him!

But the sound of cicadas exploded in his ear!

He saw a pair of large hands forcefully smash his left arm, and the self-detonation seal instantly crumbled.

Even on the verge of death, his eyes remained sharp, as if he wanted to engrave the man’s face in his mind forever.

“Fellow Daoist… what do you want to do?”

“Do you want to detonate the Magic Treasure?”

“If this Magic Treasure explodes… how regrettable would that be?”

“What… is your name?”

In this short incense stick of time, these unfamiliar Cultivator had faced each other with swords and blades… yet they didn’t even know each other’s names.

Shen Li stroked Murong Yunhai’s head, then violently twisted it off.

“You’re worthy of hearing it?”

[Killing a Righteous Path Cultivator grants exotic treasures: Yunhai Sword Art: Splitting Light, Gengjin Sword Pill: Damaged, Sword Control Technique, one enlightenment stone]