Chapter 140: Human Heads as a Monument

It was too late to dodge. The secret art of spirit sense attack was incredibly fast, far exceeding the reaction speed of an early Foundation Establishment cultivator; only a fleeting grey light could be seen.

Wang Yu groaned, clutching his forehead.

He felt the world spin, his mind growing hazy, as if a layer of mist obscured his vision, making it difficult to see clearly.

Spirit sense attacks directly target one's weaknesses. Fortunately, Wang Yu's cultivation of the Taiyin Nether Eyes had incidentally granted him powerful spirit sense, so a single Soul-Shattering Finger attack only managed to disorient him for a moment.

Outside the gigantic ice coffin, the silver-armored soldiers had all arrived. Hundreds of them were continuously hacking at the ice surface with their long blades. From the look of it, the ice could only withstand them for one or two more minutes at most.

Luckily, these were body cultivators who practiced special cultivation methods and could not quickly melt the ice wall with fire-attribute spells.

Turning his head to look at the grey-robed elder on the other side, Wang Yu charged forward, unleashing his Golden Blade Whip with one hand, flinging it out.

The rapidly extending whip coiled around the block of ice that had been the grey-robed elder, pulling it towards him. It was truly a mutual approach.

The elder trapped in the ice block clearly hadn't expected Wang Yu to recover so quickly. In his panic, he kept rolling his eyes.

A whistling sound cut through the air.

Mid-air, the Glazed Soul Lamp, having eliminated nine illusory bodies, finally reacted. Enveloped in grey flames, it swooped down towards Wang Yu.

Wang Yu didn't even glance at it. Black smoke billowed from his body, instantly condensing into a monstrous black armor adorned with distorted human faces and roaring ox heads.

Soul-Devouring Demonic Armor Art!

As a half-step high-grade demonic art, the Black Fiend Armor was specifically created to defend against spirit sense attacks. He had saved it as a trump card, to be used at the decisive moment.

For this reason, he had deliberately taken the Soul-Shattering Finger head-on.

The grey flames surged around him, yet Wang Yu appeared unharmed.

He suddenly unleashed the Dark Yin Hand, striking with both fists to shatter the block of ice encasing the grey-robed elder. The elder inside was naturally struck by the immense force.

He watched in disbelief as his body began to separate.

There was a tearing sound.

His left arm was forcibly ripped off, followed by his right arm, and then his legs.

His face flushed red as he pushed the power of the Glazed Soul Lamp to its limit, yet he could only watch helplessly as the black-armored figure tore him limb from limb, reducing him to a torso.

How brutal!

He pleaded for mercy, barely able to speak.

Wang Yu scoffed, asking how naive his opponent was to beg for mercy only after losing.

Outside the Ice Coffin Wall, the silver-armored soldiers watched the brutalized grey-robed elder, all swallowing hard.

One soldier stammered about Lord Song.

Someone urged them to flee quickly and summon the Sword Sect's elite disciple.

Wang Yu suddenly turned around. He scoffed at their attempt to escape; it was too late.

With an ethereal grasp of his right hand, he lightly squeezed in the direction the silver-armored soldiers were fleeing. Another gigantic ice coffin formed, as the Ice Coffin Curse, in his hands, displayed intricate derivations that even its creator had not possessed.

Over a hundred armored soldiers were trapped. In their terror, they could only exert all their strength to try and break through the icy coffin. However, their cultivation was too low; relying solely on the brute force of first-tier body cultivation, it was difficult for them to carve out a path to survival from the continuously regenerating ice walls.

Before reaching the third tier, body cultivators found it difficult to gain an advantage against orthodox cultivators possessing combat wisdom. This was also why this path gradually declined.

If it truly surpassed the Qi Condensation system, it would not have been abandoned by people over time.

It could only serve as a supplement to the main cultivation path, not as the sole path.

He unleashed the "Extreme Cold Chaotic Kill!"

His outstretched arm twisted again, and the massive ice coffin began to shrink. Sharp ice shards quickly sprouted from the thick ice walls.

In an instant, hundreds, even thousands, of ice spikes appeared.

The ice coffin became a true tomb, a reliquary, filled with the echoes of death. Blood flowed, transforming the space into a crimson hell. Wang Yu, who had orchestrated all this, remained perfectly calm.

After taking a top-grade Spirit Recovery Pill, he began to clear the battlefield. All storage bags were taken, and every head was severed. He then used spiritual energy to condense ice spikes, stringing together hundreds of heads and arranging them at the scene.

This was his return gift to Chang Xi.

When he was kidnapped years ago, he had been unwilling, but now, upon his return, it was his genuine intent to pursue the demonic path.

With the Demonic Embryo already forged, he was destined to walk the path of devouring others to strengthen himself. Dual spirit roots were just the beginning; even if their bloodlines differed, as long as their talent surpassed his, he could plant demonic thoughts, devour them, and empower himself.

By hunting prodigies, he would become supreme!

Days later, Moonlight Immortal, who had traveled from south to north past Black Mountain Pass, finally arrived at the battlefield from several days prior.

When she saw the wide-eyed, lifeless head of the grey-robed elder, she immediately understood everything.

Chang Xi muttered Wang Yu's name, calling him a formidable demonic scoundrel.

Lan Boting, standing nearby, was displeased. He had accompanied Chang Xi to earn merits, but with such a major blunder now, the cultivation merits he had gained in the Black Mountain Demonic Land might all be lost.

Lan Boting reminded Chang Xi that he had insisted on killing the boy, while she had chosen to let him live, then demanded to know who would be responsible for the hundreds of lives lost.

Chang Xi cast a cold glance at him.

Chang Xi retorted that her plans were not for him to question, and he should focus on the hidden traitors in Black Mountain Pass instead of shirking responsibility.

Lan Boting wanted to get angry but dared not. He tried to find support from like-minded colleagues and sarcastically questioned why they were still focused on attacking Black Mountain Pass at such a critical time, and what would happen if demonic cultivators attacked during their operation, implying that Chang Xi lacked strategic vision.

His gaze swept around, but the other three Foundation Establishment cultivators immediately lowered their heads, remaining silent.

Annoyed, Lan Boting declared that if they wished to act foolishly, they could do so themselves. He announced his intention to venture deep into the Withered Leaf Swamp alone to capture the demonic fiend as atonement. He then challenged them, stating that if they wished to avoid censure from the overseers, they should follow him; otherwise, they could remain there, scoffing disdainfully.

Lan Boting turned and left, flicking his sleeve. His airborne figure paused slightly, and seeing no one followed, his face turned terribly grim. Feeling he had lost face, he ultimately pursued the fiend alone into the depths of the swamp.

A young male cultivator at the third level of Foundation Establishment commented on Lan Boting's short-sightedness. Soon after, seeing Lan Boting had completely departed, he approached Chang Xi.

He then addressed Chang Xi, speaking in a fawning tone, suggesting they let Lan Boting act on his own, as he was too arrogant and disrespectful, and asked what their next steps should be.

Chang Xi glanced sideways at him, and the man unconsciously puffed out his chest and smiled, believing he looked incredibly handsome.

Chang Xi sighed imperceptibly.

After a long silence, Chang Xi stated that they should return and continue to handle the aftermath concerning the abducted women. She explained that the Withered Leaf Swamp was vast and boundless, with hidden underground connections to water elemental dragon veins. Once someone entered, it was like a dragon entering the sea, making them incredibly difficult to find. She concluded that they would settle today's entanglement with him another day.

They affirmed.

Having made her decision, Chang Xi personally collected the heads. Withered Leaf City was not small, falling under the jurisdiction of the Azure Cloud Sect. A Foundation Establishment cultivator had died this time due to her orders, which would undoubtedly lead to further disputes.

The thought always gave her a headache.

She couldn't help but murmur to herself.

She vowed to remember Wang Yu.