PDLP Chapter 1913 Unexpected Changes, Xuanming Half-Venerable's Killer Move!
Chapter 1913 Unexpected Changes, Xuanming Half-Venerable's Killer Move!
quickly!
The true forms of these mysterious demi-gods were then completely exposed to the air, clearly presented before Cheng Buzheng's eyes.
His gaze slowly swept over the faces—some pale, some contorted, some filled with despair.
A faint, ambiguous smile curved at the corners of his lips.
Cheng Buzheng first looked at the gaunt old man in the center with a sinister face, and gave a soft "Oh":
"Isn't this the Lord of the Ghost Palace of the Spirit Source Palace?"
"It's been many years; your cultivation has certainly improved."
Then, his gaze shifted slightly, landing on the face of the middle-aged Daoist beside him, whose face was as handsome as jade but whose complexion was now deathly pale:
"And there's also the Deputy Hall Master of the [Oversight Hall], young friend Xuanming."
You've come too.
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears with crystal clarity.
"To the young friend Fu from the Rong Shenxian Sect."
"Wanxian Sect, young friend Qu... Qu Changfeng."
"···"
"The young friend from the Blood Fiend Sect has also arrived."
That's quite a grand display.
He called out names one by one, his tone calm and gentle, as if he were reminiscing with an old friend.
With each name called out, the corresponding half-saint, who was sealed in place, paled more and more.
Some people have already closed their eyes.
Some people clenched their teeth, and blood trickled from their lips.
Once the last half-saint was recognized, Cheng Buzheng finally stopped.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping over the crowd once more. The faint smile on his face gradually faded, eventually turning into an unfathomable indifference.
"it is good."
He uttered a single word softly.
"very good."
"All the top sects in the cultivation world are present today."
"I have been in charge of the Cultivator Association for many years, and I believe I have taken good care of all the sects."
Unexpectedly…
He shook his head slightly, his tone revealing little anger, only a deep-seated sarcasm:
"I never expected that those who most wanted me dead would be you sect cultivators."
"you···"
He paused, and a chilling, sharp glint finally flashed deep in his eyes:
"It certainly taught me a lesson."
The room was deathly silent.
The only sounds were the howling winds high above and the barely suppressed, subtle commotions emanating from the immortal city below.
The sealed-off half-saints felt utterly cold inside.
The calmer Cheng Buzheng remained, the more desperate they became.
Once one reaches the Nascent Soul stage, one can no longer show joy or anger on one's face. When the thought of killing arises, it often leads to the collapse of heaven and earth.
a long time.
A hoarse, dry voice broke the suffocating silence.
The one who spoke was none other than the old ghost from the [Spirit Source Hall] who was the first to be mentioned.
He struggled to raise his head, his cloudy eyes fixed on Cheng Buzheng, speaking each word slowly and deliberately, as if using all his strength:
"Special care...?"
He gave a bitter laugh, his voice filled with resentment and bitterness:
"President!"
Ask any cultivator in the world how many sects' authority, spiritual veins, secret realms, and resources you've seized since your 'Cultivator Association' was founded!
But now?
If this continues, will there still be a place for sects like ours to exist in this world?!
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his emaciated body trembling violently.
If they hadn't been restrained by the five-colored divine light, they probably would have already rushed forward.
"Squeezing... How can this be called squeezing?"
"You are trying to extinguish the very foundation of our lineage!!"
The old ghost hissed, bloodshot eyes:
"If I had known this would happen, I would have risked the entire foundation of my sect and shed my last drop of blood back then, rather than allow you to establish this damn association!!"
"The victor is king, the loser is villain... Hahaha, the victor is king, the loser is villain!"
He looked up at the sky and laughed bitterly, his laughter filled with sorrow and despair:
"I have nothing to say!"
Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!
"I only regret... I only regret that I couldn't rid my sect of this great scourge!!"
Having said that,
He abruptly closed his eyes, remaining silent, only his chest heaving violently.
Clearly, his emotions were running high.
"Brother Ghost is right!!"
On the other side, Qu Changfeng, a handsome man from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, was also going all out, shouting sharply:
"Our plan to ambush and kill you today was a decision we all made together!"
If you want to kill, then kill. There's no need for further words!
If I were to even frown, I would be unworthy to lead this sect!
"Good! Let's get started!"
"Old monster, why bother with this pretense!"
"Since we dared to come, we never intended to leave alive!"
"..."
In a short time.
Nearly half of the cultivators raised their heads and roared angrily, ready to die for their cause.
Those who can cultivate to the level of a half-saint will naturally have a mind and will far surpass those of ordinary people, and in desperate situations, their fighting spirit will be aroused.
however,
Not everyone is so tough.
Amidst the shouts and curses of those bravely facing death, a few trembling, pleading voices weakly rang out—
"President, President..."
"I was momentarily confused and deceived by a treacherous person!"
The one who spoke was a half-Venerable from a demonic sect; his face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with pleading.
"That old ghost put a 'God-Eating Gu' in my tea!"
I had no choice but to do this...
We beg the president to take heed! We beg the president to have mercy!
"If the president spares me this time, I am willing to swear a great oath to serve the president as my master for life, to be at your beck and call, and to have no other thoughts!"
Our entire clan is willing to serve you with utmost loyalty and devotion!
"President!"
"I'm willing to surrender half of my sect's resources, just to save my life!"
"This junior is willing to be your servant and attend to you at your side..."
"..."
The pleas for mercy started from just one or two places, but quickly spread.
Of the dozen or so half-Saints, four or five showed signs of timidity and pleading.
Some were even in tears.
This is a far cry from the mysterious and unpredictable image of a master he once had.
Cheng Buzheng coldly watched all of this, his gaze slowly sweeping over the few people begging for mercy, without any joy or sorrow.
a long time,
He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly drowned out all the noise:
"I have only one principle when it comes to employing people."
He paused, then spoke each word slowly and deliberately, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate:
"Once unfaithful, always untrustworthy."
Before he finished speaking, his mind was already set on something.
"puff!"
"Puff puff puff—!"
Those few half-saints who were pleading for mercy didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were gripped by an invisible giant hand, violently collapsing and twisting inward, and then—
"boom!
Bang bang bang!!!
Clumps of poignant blood blossoms suddenly bloomed in the void.
Flesh and blood, bones, internal organs... even the painstakingly cultivated nascent soul and primordial spirit were all ground into the finest particles under the terrifying power of the five-colored divine light.
It was then completely swallowed up and annihilated by the spatial ripples that appeared out of nowhere, leaving not a trace.
Only their personal storage magic items and a few natal magic items with dim spiritual light remained, suspended in place and spinning around, under Cheng Buzheng's deliberate control.
Cheng Buzheng didn't even glance at the unclaimed items, but simply flicked his sleeve lightly.
"Whoosh whoosh—"
The storage bags, magical artifacts, ancient talismans, and other items instantly transformed into streaks of light, disappearing into his wide sleeves.
The lifelong collection of a dignified half-golden man seemed no different from roadside pebbles in his eyes.
Until then...
His gaze finally turned to the remaining seven or eight half-saints who had neither begged for mercy nor uttered any more curses.
These people, including the Ghostly Old Man and Qu Changfeng, were all silent at this moment.
They watched as their comrades were crushed like ants, their eyes filled with complex emotions—
There was sarcasm, disdain, and sorrow.
There was also a hint of sadness, like the saying "the rabbit mourns the fox's death."
But when Cheng Buzheng's gaze fell upon him, all his emotions vanished instantly, leaving only deep wariness and...
A barely perceptible sense of fear.
Ultimately, I'm still afraid of dying.
Cheng Buzheng had no intention of saying anything more to them.
These people, whether tough or not, have become involved in today's situation and there is no possibility of a turnaround.
The rift between the Cultivator Association and the top sects will be fully exposed from this day forward, and will be difficult to mend.
If that's the case...
"Let's get going."
He spoke softly, as if uttering a final verdict.
"boom--!!!"
The five-colored divine light erupted once more!
More dazzling and more violent than before, as if it were going to paint the entire sky in chaotic colors!
The old ghost suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the all-consuming light.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to curse something one last time, but before he could utter a sound, his figure was completely swallowed up by endless divine light.
Qu Changfeng let out a long howl, filled with resentment and anger, and his body disintegrated inch by inch in the light.
One after another, these were once powerful and renowned semi-saints...
At this moment, it melts away rapidly, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.
"boom!"
"Bang bang bang!!"
In the void, clusters of blood blossoms bloomed sadly, staining the remaining clouds with a faint crimson hue.
In the blink of an eye, only one person remained in the arena.
The Supreme Venerable Teachings, the Mysterious Half-Venerable.
The deputy hall master, who had been taciturn and had not uttered a word even during the previous pleas for mercy, showed little fear on his face at this moment.
On the contrary, amidst the successive deaths of his fellow cultivators and the reflection of blood in the light, a strange, almost imperceptible glint flashed in the depths of his lowered eyes.
Then, Cheng Buzheng's gaze fell on him.
There were no words, no scrutiny, only pure indifference.
next moment,
The five-colored divine light swept towards Xuanming Half-Venerable.
The body of Xuanming Half-Venerable, like everyone else before him, began to disintegrate and annihilate.
however--
Just as his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist!
A sudden change has occurred!
"laugh--!"
A beam of light, condensed to its extreme and only an inch long, with a chaotic color, shot out from the core of the blood mist!
Its speed is beyond description!
It transcends space, it transcends thought.
even……
It surpassed the reaction limit of a Nascent Soul cultivator in a single thought!
Cheng Buzheng's usually calm pupils suddenly contracted in a fraction of a second!
He "saw" it clearly—
That was neither an ordinary spell nor some kind of primordial spirit escape!
That was a "seed"!
A seed was planted into his body in this instant, fueled by the entire cultivation, essence, and spirit of a peak half-saint!
Behind Xuanming Half-Venerable, or rather the entire Tai Zun Holy Sect, and even all those involved in the ambush today...
The real killer move was here!
The previous acts of facing death, begging for mercy, passionate fervor, and desperate struggle... perhaps were all just a prelude to concealing this glimmer of light!
All these thoughts flashed through Cheng Buzheng's mind like lightning.
But it was too late.
That eerie light, radiating profound laws, had already pierced through the protective divine light, ignoring spatial barriers, and reached him the moment he had a thought...
Even in the blink of an eye, before any action could be taken—
It disappeared into the space between his eyebrows.
"BOOM—!!!!!"
An indescribable, terrifying explosion suddenly erupted from Cheng Buzheng's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows!
The dazzling, chaotic light, centered on Cheng Buzheng, spread wildly in all directions, sweeping and engulfing everything!
Below lies the vast Zhenhai Immortal City, above lies the boundless sky, and within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, clouds, spiritual energy, light, and sound...
Even the space itself,
At this moment, all were swept by the destructive ripples and plunged into an absolute, deathly, and nihilistic "white"!
The light was so intense and dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.
It was as if the entire world was ignited at that moment.
Heaven and earth fell silent, and all things returned to stillness.
Only the source of destruction, that figure standing suspended in mid-air, amidst the endless white light...
Gradually blurry, distorted, and disintegrated!
This sudden change was too abrupt and too unexpected.
Beneath the Void—
Within Zhenhai Immortal City, countless cultivators stared blankly up at the sky, at the void that had been replaced by an endless sea of light...
Only one absurd thought remained in their minds, a thought that froze their very blood—
The Venerable One of the Divine Transformation...
They've fallen?
This sudden turn of events caught many cultivators in Zhenhai Immortal City off guard.
Even Cheng Buzheng, who had long stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world and was accustomed to all kinds of storms, never expected this—
A half-saint whom he had been suppressing so firmly was able to launch such a deadly sneak attack on him at the moment of his death.
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On the other side!
Zhenhai Immortal City, the top floor of a pagoda-shaped building in the southeast direction.
At this moment, two Nascent Soul cultivators were talking at a table by the window while watching the sudden and dramatic change above the Cultivator Association headquarters.
The sky outside the window seemed like a piece of glass shattered by an invisible force, its magnificent yet deadly brilliance exploding deep within the clouds.
The residual force even caused rapid ripples to appear on the protective array at the top of the pagoda.
"This...this is outrageous!"
On the north side, the Nascent Soul True Monarch in the white Taoist robe stood frozen in mid-air, the wine cup in his hand rippled slightly, reflecting his dumbfounded face.
"This has been a complete shock to my worldview time and time again. Is a Nascent Soul cultivator really so lacking in prestige?"
His tone was filled with disbelief.
And a hint of bewilderment about a higher level of power that he himself was unaware of.
Upon hearing this,
The Nascent Soul cultivator in green robes sitting opposite him turned his gaze from the window to the warm jade cup in his hand, and gave a wry smile.
That smile contained far too many complex emotions—
There was envy, helplessness, and a touch of resigned acceptance.
"This is the terrifying foundation of top-tier sects."
These are also trump cards left behind by the ancestors of those top sects, cards powerful enough to turn the tide of battle.
His voice was deep, and his words were clear.
“And our ‘Treasure Pavilion’…”
He paused, as if considering his words.
"Although it is a large and renowned force in the cultivation world, with a large number of Nascent Soul cultivators under its command,
Even among the seniors at the half-saint realm, their numbers might not be significantly less than those of the current top sects.
"···"
...(End of this chapter)