Chapter 189: 47: Revenge for You_2

Sigh!

These divine souls, in the blink of an eye, were all absorbed into the Suspended Realm, compressed by a special force. They couldn’t even think of rebelling, much less self-destruct.

The soul attacks of the Divine Soul Realm’s strong practitioners couldn’t even kill Sun Qiang, so how could they possibly kill Zhang Xuan, who was the master of a realm?

“This is impossible… Have you also made a breakthrough? Have you, like me, reached the third level of Primordial Spirit?”

Seeing that the controlled soul essences, just as they reached his opponent, lost connection with him, as if they were wiped out in one move, Feng Zhaoting no longer possessed his earlier calm, and his scalp tingled with numbness.

Witnessing this scene, Feng Zhaoting lost his previous composure, his scalp tingling with numbness.

The combined attacks of more than a dozen Divine Soul Realm experts weren’t something even he could withstand after his breakthrough, so what kind of power did the other party possess?

“You could say that!”

Too lazy to explain, Zhang Xuan took another step forward.

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At this moment, the surrounding puppets had almost all been killed. Feng Zhaoting’s Primordial Spirit slashed out, a brilliant Strength blocked the other party, while he once again summoned countless threads from his palm, seemingly trying to call forth more puppets.

“So what if you’ve made a breakthrough? You’ll still die!”

With an angry shout, streams of Heavenly Mandate Vitality scattered from Feng Zhaoting’s body.

Just like when Yu Qingyu executed the Mo Blade Martial Skill, it gave off the impression that the fragments of the heavens obeyed me.

Heavenly Destiny Martial Technique!

Seeing that so many puppets couldn’t prevail, this fellow directly used his final trump card.

“Is this the Thousand Threads Destiny?”

Zhang Xuan didn’t take the opportunity to attack but instead activated his Eye of Insight to carefully observe.

When Yu Qingyu had used the Mo Blade Martial Skill, he had discerned its essence and successfully copied it. Now, could he also replicate this Thousand Threads Destiny?

This thought flashed through his mind as the fifty thousand strands of Heavenly Mandate Vitality he had obtained from Li Yue’an, along with the several tens of thousands he had stored before, roared in the Library of Heaven’s Path and transformed into a river as large as the one from the Mo Blade, suspended peacefully, flowing slowly.

Just as rootless, without beginning or end, it remained quiet and suspended, slowly flowing.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the river was woven from countless fine threads, converging together.

Thousand Threads Destiny!

He had actually copied it successfully as well…

Only… the Heavenly Mandate Vitality he had finally accumulated seemed to have all disappeared…

Pitfall!

Moreover, even though it had disappeared, the river of Thousand Threads in the library looked extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

That is to say, after absorbing so many strands of Heavenly Mandate Vitality… this thing hadn’t fully condensed successfully!

It seems this Heavenly Destiny is much more formidable than the Mo Dao Destiny.

Whoosh!

Just as he was feeling frustrated, not knowing where to find Heavenly Mandate Vitality to replenish, he saw the multitude of threads controlled by Feng Zhaoting surge towards him, falling above him.

Fu Yingying looked anxious, “Elder Ling, be careful, Elder Feng is trying to control you…”

Normal Thousand Threads control required seeding, raising, and several other steps. At this moment, knowing that he might die here if he didn’t use all his might, no longer paying heed to getting hurt or even the decline of his cultivation, Feng Zhaoting exerted all his Strength, planning a forceful control!

“It’s already too late for you to realize now… Thousand Threads Refining God!”

With a fierce shout from Feng Zhaoting, the brilliant Thousand Threads fell towards Zhang Xuan’s head in the blink of an eye. At this moment, Zhang Xuan was feeling glum about the exhaustion of the Heavenly Mandate Vitality, and then he saw myriad fine threads drilling into his mind, attempting to control his divine soul.

“This…”

His eyebrows raised, just about to resist, when the frail river of Thousand Threads in the library, which seemed like it would extinguish at any moment, suddenly quivered lightly and immediately swallowed all the incoming threads.

With the aid of these threads, that thing no longer appeared as frail as before. It was now similar in size to the river formed by the Mo Blade, emitting a faint glow, like a star.

“What… Pfft!”

Feeling how his own consuming soul had executed the strongest skill only to have it assimilated and disappear without a trace upon entering the other’s mind, Feng Zhaoting coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood, losing all of his former momentum and becoming listless.

Sigh!

Zhang Xuan stepped forward and appeared before him. Feng Zhaoting tried to dodge, but he found himself grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

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“So strong…”

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Witnessing this scene, Fu Yingying was utterly shocked.

She had known that his strength was formidable, possibly having reached the third level of Primordial Spirit, yet she had never dreamed that he would be this powerful!

So many puppets, as well as Feng Zhaoting, who even at full strength and at the level of Primordial Spirit, there wouldn’t be more than a handful in Han Yuan City who could defeat him, faced this person and were beaten with as much ease as if playing with children…

Fortunately, when she faced danger earlier, she made the right choice. Otherwise, it might have been her neck being gripped and lifted.

“It seems that my attitude towards Elder Ling needs to change…”

Her gaze turned serious.

Before, she had merely regarded him as an ordinary Elder of the Heaven Mandate Hall, willing to cooperate if he was and otherwise okay with parting ways without insistence; but now, it seemed they in the black market would likely have to actively flatter him.

To have such a high-level expert on their side, or at least not as an enemy, was a great victory in itself.

“Don’t kill me…”

By now, Feng Zhaoting had realized how terrifying the other party was, his body trembling: “Vice Hall Master, I won’t fight with you anymore, I voluntarily give up…”

“Voluntarily give up?”

Zhang Xuan cracked a slight smile: “But I’ve killed your brother!”

Feng Zhaoting hurriedly said: “He got what he deserved, even if Elder Ling hadn’t made a move, I would have…”

Zhang Xuan shook his head: “You also wanted to kill me just now!”

“I was blind, I will compensate you amply… ten million Origin Currency, twenty million, fifty million! I’ll give you whatever you ask for…”

As he spoke, Feng Zhaoting clenched his teeth and continued: “Moreover, I’m backed by the Thousand Threads Hall of the Zhou Yi Dynasty. If I die, my teacher and senior brothers will definitely trouble you! Most critically, if you kill me, how will you explain it to Master Han…”

By killing him, one would offend the forces behind him, but by sparing him, one could obtain countless Origin Currency…

From every angle, it seemed more appropriate not to kill.

“I don’t want to kill you either, but unfortunately, I promised someone else…”

With his right hand still gripping the other’s neck, Zhang Xuan looked down at the Origin Currency in his left palm.

In the faint distance, Yu Fei, Xiaozhuo, and the others were still alive.

He was quite fond of Origin Currency and preferred to keep a low profile to avoid trouble, but… if he didn’t kill this man, more Xiaozhuos would be killed, more ordinary people would suffer disasters, and that was something he was unwilling to see.

One can be greedy for money, but should never violate their principles.

“You, you… if you dare to act against me, Thousand Threads Hall won’t let you off…”

Feng Zhaoting screamed in panic.

“What are you talking about? We’re both Elders of the Heaven Mandate Hall, of course, I won’t kill you!”

Zhang Xuan shook his head: “But you learned of Li Yue’an’s whereabouts and ventured alone, only to be killed in the attempt. Outraged by the news, I killed Li Yue’an to avenge you… Any problems with that?”

“You…”

Feng Zhaoting felt an icy chill throughout his body; these words had just been used on him.

Crack!

Before the words had finished, pain surged through his neck as Feng Zhaoting’s throat was crumpled, his breathing ceased, and perhaps he never understood that while he had come to kill, he was the one killed instead.

Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan dropped the body to the ground and moved a few steps to stand before Yu Fei and the others.

To be killed and left as a corpse, never to rest in peace… this was likely beyond their darkest nightmares.

With a sigh in his heart, Zhang Xuan extended his palm and gently pressed down, and immediately a large pit appeared in the ground.

He placed the family of three inside and set the Origin Currency he had previously collected gently into Xiaozhuo’s palm.

Xiaozhuo’s eyes were tightly closed, appearing not much different from when he was alive, except that he would no longer feel the pain of sickness—he was, in a way, set free.

“May you be spared from the pains of this life in the next, and enjoy the candied hawthorns you love…”

To a cultivator, things like a feng shui blessed land didn’t matter much; being laid to rest in the earth was the utmost respect.

Although they were mere passersby in his life, now that he’d seen them, he couldn’t bear to let them lie exposed in the wilderness.

Sighing, Zhang Xuan said: “I’ve fulfilled my promise; your revenge… is claimed!”