Chapter 256: Chapter 253: Rising Difficulty_1
Faced with the aggressive crowd, Qin Wudao remained unconcerned. Glancing at the possessed disciples of Kunlun, he asked Kun Daoist in his mind, Can they be killed?
After all, they are disciples of Mount Kunlun. It’s best to ask first!
"All true disciples of Mount Kunlun died in battle!" Kun Daoist replied coldly in his mind.
When the disaster struck, Mount Kunlun was completely unprepared. There was no chance to send out their legacy bearers, so all Kunlun disciples fought to the death; none survived. These impostors outside can only be considered outer disciples of Kunlun, or perhaps residents of Kunlun’s secret realm. They are in no position to represent Mount Kunlun. Astonishingly, after possessing these bodies, they shamelessly claim to be the successors of Kunlun.
I understand, Qin Wudao thought, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
"Hand over the inheritance, or else..." With the arrival of the Sacred Land disciples, Shen Youlin regained his bravado and warned coldly.
"Or else what? If you’re going to make a move, then hurry up!" Qin Wudao interjected.
"You’re seeking death!" Shen Youlin’s face turned cold. He commanded in a deep voice, "Disciples of the Sacred Land and affiliated forces, kill!"
The disciples of the Sacred Land and the vassal forces exchanged glances, their expressions uneasy. He can’t beat him, so he sends us to die? Is that appropriate?
But regardless of whether it was appropriate, they all gritted their teeth and swarmed forward. Hundreds of terrifying attacks sealed the sky, forming a net of death that descended upon Qin Wudao.
Shen Youlin gripped his Kylin Sword tightly, ready to strike at any moment! No, he’s waiting for a chance to launch a sneak attack!
"Stand behind me and be careful!" Qin Wudao warned Wu Ming. With a powerful slash of his right hand, a sharp sword light erupted, blasting the dozen or so people at the forefront into a bloody mist.
"Kill!" As blood rained down, Qin Wudao roared and launched his assault. With every strike, a dozen more fell, their bodies shattering and scattering, painting an incredibly bloody scene.
In less than a minute, over sixty people had died tragically—an average of one person per second!
The remaining disciples from the Sacred Land and its affiliated forces were terrified, no longer daring to attack.
So strong! Watching the blood-soaked Qin Wudao, who resembled a god of death, everyone present grew extremely wary.
"Attack together! We’ll split the supreme inheritance equally!" Shen Youlin roared, his eyes glinting.
Bear Longing, Song Yufeng, and the possessed Kunlun disciples’ eyes lit up. They attacked simultaneously, their combined terrifying cultivation bases unleashing attacks several times stronger than before.
Wu Ming, standing at the rear, was worried but didn’t dare to join the fight, fearing he would only get in the way.
"Well struck!" A fervent battle intent surged in Qin Wudao’s eyes. An aura of absolute dominance, as if he were a deity looking down upon the world from the highest heavens, emanated from him.
"Five Elements Emperor Sword!" Five streaks of Sword Qi, each a different color, howled through the sky and collided with the crowd’s attacks.
PFFT! Bear Longing, Song Yufeng, Wei Wuyang, and other Martial Artists at the Reaching the Saint Realm stage spat out blood. They were sent flying back dozens of feet before crashing heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.
As for the Heaven Realm Martial Artists, most were bisected, their internal organs spilling everywhere.
"Now, it’s your turn." Having dealt with these enemies, Qin Wudao stepped over the corpses and slowly approached Shen Youlin. His Emperor Sword was held level, and with each step, the murderous aura in the Void thickened.
An eerie silence fell! Everyone watched Qin Wudao in horror. Is he really going to kill Shen Youlin?
They couldn’t imagine what insane retaliation the Kylin Sacred Land would exact if Shen Youlin were killed. Would they execute everyone who entered the secret realm? It’s entirely possible!
"You... you want to kill me?" With the Xuanyuan Sword pointed at him, Shen Youlin felt an icy chill envelop his body. He sensed death closing in from all directions, as if he already had one foot in the grave.
Qin Wudao remained silent, thrusting his battle sword forward vigorously, unleashing a storm of sword strikes.
"Kylin, arise!" Shen Youlin roared, summoning the Fire Kylin to shield him and defend against the countless streams of Sword Qi.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! A shower of sparks flew as the Fire Kylin, with its thick scales, deflected the countless Sword Qi attacks, protecting Shen Youlin who hid behind it, unscathed.
Qin Wudao, once we’re out of here, I’ll definitely ask my father, the Emperor, to suppress you beneath Young Qilin Peak! Shen Youlin silently seethed, fists clenched. As the Saint Heir of a Sacred Land, protected by an Emperor-level expert and followed by millions of disciples, he had never been so humiliated. Hiding beneath a beast, desperately clinging to life—it was an absolute humiliation!
The surviving disciples of the Sacred Land watched nervously from the sidelines, not daring to intervene.
"Young Master, the spatial passage is about to appear!" Kun Daoist transmitted to Qin Wudao during his frenzied assault.
Qin Wudao stopped his attack and glanced around. The once vast and prosperous secret realm had already collapsed beyond the mountain range. In just a few more minutes, the Kunlun Secret Realm would be completely annihilated.
How the mighty have fallen!
Qin Wudao let out a long sigh and did not resume his attack. He returned to Wu Ming’s side to await the spatial passage.
About thirty seconds later, a giant vortex tore through the grey sky. It pulsed with an immense suction force, pulling everyone into its swirling depths before they vanished from sight.
CRACK! The colossal Mount Kunlun split down the middle. Countless palaces crumbled, sending clouds of dust into the sky. Faintly, within the murky Void, a phantasmal figure appeared. Dressed in a Daoist robe, hands clasped behind his back, he wore a faint smile as he walked into the distance.
「At the same time, on Qilin Square, a massive vortex appeared.」
The leaders of the major powers, who had been meditating, stood up almost in unison. They stared eagerly at the vortex, the Kylin Great Emperor among them.
Who exactly managed to obtain the supreme inheritance?
My son! It must be my son! The Kylin Great Emperor’s hands, hidden within his long sleeves, clenched tightly, his palms sweating. This uncrowned king of the East Border showed intense nervousness when it came to his heir.
Xiang Yu, Yuan Tiangang, Wang Lingling, and others also stood up, gazing nervously at the spatial vortex.
WHOOSH! Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qin Wudao flew out of the spatial vortex first, followed closely by Wu Ming. Then came Shen Youlin, Bear Longing, Song Yufeng, and the others.
"Father, kill him! Kill him quickly! He obtained the inheritance!" As soon as Shen Youlin emerged, he roared at the Kylin Great Emperor. His handsome face was contorted with murderous intent and a subtle, unnoticed flicker of fear.
The scene erupted into an uproar! Everyone was whispering, astonished. Qin Wudao actually obtained the supreme inheritance?
"Hand over the inheritance, and I might spare your life!" The Kylin Great Emperor stepped forward, blocking Qin Wudao’s path, and said in a deep voice.
Spare his life? Impossible! Once Qin Wudao hands over the inheritance, I will kill him immediately to eliminate this threat completely.
"Haha! Does the renowned Kylin Great Emperor, famed for dominating the world, intend to rob a junior of his belongings?" Qin Wudao sneered.
The Kylin Great Emperor’s expression faltered slightly. It was indeed inappropriate for a world-renowned Great Emperor and Martial Artist to snatch an inheritance from a promising junior. But thinking of Shen Youlin, and of the supreme inheritance, he steeled his resolve.
What is face compared to Shen Youlin’s future?