PDLP Chapter 2045 - 2076: You Are Not Him
Chapter 2045 - 2076: You Are Not Him
The red-clothed cultivator lifted his head, his scarlet eyes immediately fixating on Ye Feng. With just one glance, the resentment within those eyes erupted fully.His trembling face, as it rose and fell, unleashed a fierce aura from within his body.
Once all these changes occurred, the place where Ye Feng stood felt the presence of four murderous intents.
These four intents came from the four directions: southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast. The moment they appeared, the waves that had surged before completely vanished.
Meanwhile, the Wind Sea Formation was thoroughly broken by Ye Feng.
At this moment, the four cultivators in the four directions all appeared pale, with crimson blood endlessly streaming from the corners of their mouths.
As the blood flowed, the air was filled with the sound of wailing, echoing from all directions.
These wails were strangely haunting.
As soon as they began, the gazes of the four fell firmly on Ye Feng. Their piercing eyes, once fully unleashed, blanketed the area in an unending crimson hue.
This crimson represented a sky-shattering killing intent.
More importantly, it represented their heart of certain kill directed at Ye Feng.
"Boy, you are indeed strong, but no matter how strong you are, today you must die." The red-clothed cultivator at the forefront sneered at Ye Feng.
These words had just left Ye Feng's lips.
The body of the red-clothed cultivator exploded like snow mist. In the mist, a black light emerged.
As this transformation occurred on the red-clothed cultivator, the other three cultivators widened their eyes in shock.
"Madman, this lunatic, damn it, madman…"
"If you want to die, don't drag us down with you, scoundrel…"
"You, you, you dare to act like this? You're courting death."
The rebukes, filled with anger, resentment, and unwillingness, echoed from the mouths of the other three cultivators.
Ye Feng's expression immediately changed drastically.
"Sacrificial soul refining?"
A weak voice spread slowly.
The red-clothed cultivator laughed heartily: "That's right, sacrificial soul refining. I, with a cultivation of the sixth realm of Lord, have refined my soul. Today, anyone here whose cultivation is not above mine must die."
"All must die, all must die, all must die, all must die…"
These overwhelming words reverberated, shaking everything in the Star Sea,
plunging the entire galaxy into eternal turmoil.
As soon as these voices rang out, the remaining three cultivators frantically scattered in all directions.
Each wanted to leave at once.
The matter of killing Ye Feng was already dismissed by them.
While cursing the red-clothed cultivator in their hearts, they all wanted to escape immediately.
They knew full well that if they didn't leave now, it would soon cost them their lives.
For those who had cultivated to this point, none were weaklings, and their mental fortitude was beyond words.
Each could be called the best among the best, naturally unwilling to die here.
As long as they lived, endless hope remained, and even advancing further in cultivation wasn't impossible.
But if they died here, everything would vanish completely.
Those reaching this level of cultivation treasured life far more than most ordinary cultivators.
They pursued the ethereal existence of the Dao.
Though distant, and somewhat elusive, as long as they continued to live, hope persisted.
They couldn't die here.
Nor did they want to die in such disgrace there.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The three figures rushed in all directions, and as they did, the realm echoed with countless roars.
As these roars spread, the three figures froze completely.
This freezing wasn't true petrification.
Instead, it resulted from the forced slowing of their movement techniques, causing an odd deformation.
When this change manifested, the three figures' faces changed drastically, their pupils contracted sharply.
They quickly turned, glaring at the red-clothed cultivator, shouting, "We've been allies for thousands of years. Why betray us like this?"
In response to their accusations, the red-clothed cultivator laughed harshly, "Hmph, what qualifications do you three have to stand with me? In my eyes, you're just pawns. I came here intending to kill this person and take all his magical treasures. But I didn't expect him to be so formidable. Since he wants to kill me, and you three refuse to reveal your ultimate techniques, why should I care?"
"You want me dead, so I'll die knowing, and take you with me."
As he spoke, the decay of his body accelerated, his red eyes seeming to possess infinite magic power.
The continuous muttering further changed the expressions of the three cultivators, as they roared in unison, "Who are you? Why undermine us like this? We have no enmity with you. Why such actions?"
Upon hearing this, the red-clothed cultivator's remaining smile turned increasingly bright and intense.
Without a word, he lifted his head, looking towards the black light above. It was his soul.
As he gazed at this soul's light, his eyes reflected gloom, slaughter, murderous aura, resentment, and unwillingness, plus some unspeakable intent.
"Roar…"
With another sound, the soul above the red-clothed cultivator spun rapidly, growing denser than before.
Then, deep within the starry void, a mysterious light seemed to flash.
This light appeared and enveloped the entire planet, slicing from one end to the other with unimaginable might.