Chapter 4369: Apprehending the Witch Clan Cultivator

A streak of yellow light swiftly traversed the sky over a vast, boundless plain.

Not long after, the yellow streak of light stopped and dissipated, revealing a ten-foot-long yellow flying boat. Two men and a woman stood on board, led by a short, stout old man in a gray robe. His attire clearly indicated he was a Witch Clan cultivator.

“Fellow Daoists, you’ve been following us for so long; it’s time you revealed yourselves!” the gray-robed old man said with a cold expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light illuminated the sky above them. A square, golden-shimmering seal appeared, spun rapidly, and instantly expanded before crashing down.

Before the massive golden seal even landed, a powerful gravitational force enveloped them. The very space around them warped and twisted, unable to withstand the immense pressure.

A burly man in a white shirt formed a hand seal, and a white aura erupted from his body, swiftly moving to intercept the attack.

The white aura collided with the massive golden seal, which rapidly froze, halting its descent.

A full-figured young woman in a red dress raised her right hand, which glowed with dazzling red light. She slashed towards a spot on the ground, unleashing a massive red sword beam that swept towards it.

Before the red sword beam even landed, the ground ripped open, revealing a massive fissure.

A massive golden saber light swept out from the ground, meeting the red sword beam.

The two collided, and the red sword beam shattered like paper under the golden saber light, which then shot straight towards the gray-robed old man and his companions.

The gray-robed old man hastily conjured a shield shimmering with black light, positioning it in front of him.

The golden saber light struck the black shield, causing it to sway slightly and leaving a clear saber mark on its surface.

A red light burst forth from the ground, heading straight for the yellow flying boat.

Just as the gray-robed old man and his companions were about to dodge, a loud bell chime rang out.

The young woman in red and the burly man in white trembled, feeling an unbearable, sharp pain in their soul seas, as if massive rocks had been thrown into them. The gray-robed old man, however, seemed unaffected.

The red light struck the yellow flying boat, piercing through it, and then impaled the young woman’s head.

The young woman’s body went limp and she collapsed, her Nascent Soul flying out of her body.

The burly man in white was startled. A bright white light erupted from his body, his face twisting into a ferocious grimace as he transformed into a giant ape covered in white mane, baring its fangs, its eyes also white.

The massive golden seal glowed brighter, crashing down towards him.

The white giant ape braced its arms overhead, its face turning crimson as its blood and qi surged violently. Its body uncontrollably plunged towards the ground.

A bright gray light erupted from the gray-robed old man’s body. He put away the black shield, transformed into a cloud of black mist, and vanished.

The massive golden seal unleashed a wave of golden flames, engulfing the white giant ape, from whose body a wisp of green smoke emanated.

It tried to dodge, but a loud bell chime rang out, and its body trembled. The massive golden seal slammed it into the ground, causing the earth to shake violently and numerous cracks to appear on the surface.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, a cloud of black mist appeared, revealing the gray-robed old man’s figure.

“Running? Do you think you can escape?” A cold male voice rang out.

No sooner had he spoken than a golden light burst from the ground, heading straight for the gray-robed old man.

The gray-robed old man hastily conjured his black shield, blocking it in front of him.

The golden light struck the black shield, causing it to sway. A few small cracks appeared on its surface, and its spiritual light dimmed.

“Do you dare to attack but not show yourself? Always hiding in the shadows, launching sneak attacks?” the gray-robed old man frowned and said, as a bright black light erupted from his right hand. He slammed his palm towards the ground, and a massive black palm print flashed forth, heading straight for the ground.

The massive black palm print struck the ground, causing the earth to shake violently. A huge palm print, showing signs of corrosion and emitting a wisp of green smoke, appeared on the ground.

Wang Chuanming and Cui Yao flew out from underground, their expressions cold.

“This old man hasn’t offended Fellow Daoist, has he?” the gray-robed old man said, frowning.

“You killed my people, and you say you haven’t offended me?” Wang Chuanming said with a cold expression.

An outer spy of the Dark Hall discovered the remnants of the Murong family and disappeared shortly after reporting it. Wang Chuanming’s investigation traced the disappearance back to the gray-robed old man. If the spy hadn’t been killed, Wang Chuanming might have already located the Murong family remnants. Fairy Luoshui had already been executed, but the Murong family still had hidden agents, and Wang Chuanming was always responsible for locating them.

The gray-robed old man’s brows furrowed deeply as he began muttering incantations. A bright white light erupted from his body, as if he were about to cast a spell.

Wang Chuanming’s right index finger glowed with golden light. He lightly pointed towards the void, and a golden long rainbow shot out, heading straight for the gray-robed old man.

Cui Yao flicked her sleeve, and five red-glowing flying knives shot out. She formed a hand seal, and the five knives instantly merged into a massive red blade, which slashed towards the gray-robed old man.

The golden long rainbow struck the black shield, causing it to sway, and its surface developed even more cracks.

The massive red blade then struck the black shield, shattering it into pieces.

A bright black light erupted from the gray-robed old man’s body. He transformed into a cloud of black mist, which was then cut in half by the massive red blade.

The ground exploded, turning the earth into sand. An area of a million miles transformed into a vast desert, where fierce winds swept, filling the sky with yellow sand. Countless yellow sand particles rose into the air, forming a massive yellow sand screen that enclosed the entire million-mile radius.

Near the yellow sand screen, a cloud of black light appeared, revealing the gray-robed old man’s figure.

A black halo emerged from his right hand, striking the yellow sand screen. A wisp of green smoke rose, the runes on the yellow sand screen flickered, and its spiritual light dimmed.

“A mid-grade immortal artifact!” the gray-robed old man exclaimed in surprise.

He seemed to sense something and slightly shifted his body. A golden light shot out, piercing through his left shoulder, leaving a finger-sized blood hole.

“I won’t survive, and you won’t escape unscathed.” The gray-robed old man’s face twisted into a ferocious expression. He formed a hand seal, and countless blood-colored runes emerged from his body.

He moved both fists, and black fist shadows flew out, heading straight for Wang Chuanming and Cui Yao.

Cui Yao hastily conjured a red shield, which rapidly expanded and blocked the incoming black fist shadows.

A cloud of black mist emerged behind Wang Chuanming, suddenly condensing to reveal the gray-robed old man’s figure.

The gray-robed old man’s body was covered in mysterious blood-colored runes, making him look like a man made of blood. His right hand held a long black saber, which he slashed towards Wang Chuanming.

The black saber struck Wang Chuanming’s head, emitting a dull clang of metal on metal.

Wang Chuanming had helped Wang Changsheng obtain the Golden Luo Pearl, gaining a large amount of merit which he exchanged for cultivation resources, and had cultivated to become a peak True Spirit.

“A peak True Spirit!” the gray-robed old man exclaimed in surprise.

The ground exploded, and a wave of yellow light burst from the earth, heading straight for the gray-robed old man. Simultaneously, a massive red blade slashed towards him.

A cold light flared in the gray-robed old man’s eyes. The blood-colored runes on his body glowed brightly, unleashing a large expanse of blood-colored flames as he charged towards Wang Chuanming.