Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2237 - 147: Edge Unleashed (Part 3)
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"Hehe, the treasure is legitimate, but who can actually verify your identity as the Supreme True Buddha's spy?"
"It is possible you were merely cast out as a sacrificial pawn to shield the true culprit... Fellow Daoist Fan, Fellow Daoist Tian, what are your thoughts?"
As the young woman spoke, the white-haired elder’s expression grew grim. He fixed a piercing glare on Wang Ba, his teeth clenched in anger:
"Indeed, if you truly are that Unification cultivator, how could you possibly possess the strength to slay Yuxian and the Joyful Spirit Saintess in a single breath? The real murderer must be someone else!"
While his words suggested 'someone else,' the white-haired elder's eyes burned with an obvious and undisguised killing intent directed straight at Wang Ba!
Their hostile intentions were plain to see for the onlookers from various powers, such as the Golden Water Pond.
Confronted with this, Wang Ba did not show any rage. Instead, he let out a soft chuckle and gestured toward Wan Kongcheng, who was standing at the rear of the assembly:
"Did you fail to hear what he just claimed?"
Suddenly being called out by Wang Ba caused Wan Kongcheng’s face to shift uncomfortably:
"I... I was mistaken!"
"You are not that Unification cultivator at all!"
Wang Ba’s countenance darkened slightly. To the surrounding cultivators, it felt as though the very atmosphere had turned oppressive and bleak. Frowning, Wang Ba remarked:
"Still uttering such drivel; it appears you are beyond saving."
He abruptly raised a hand, pointing a single finger toward Wan Kongcheng.
A faint golden beam of sword-light shot forth silently. Its movement was neither rapid nor slow, drifting toward Wan Kongcheng with an almost leisurely pace.
Despite the slow speed and the several people standing in its path, an inexplicable panic seized Wan Kongcheng’s heart, as if he were facing an unavoidable catastrophe!
"You dare!"
A Tribulation Crossing cultivator from the Spirit Origin Prefecture, who had been positioned at the back, gave a cold snort at Wang Ba's sudden strike. He immediately unleashed his Dao Domain, weaving it with the laws of the world to intercept the sword-light.
However, an instant later, the expression of the Spirit Origin Prefecture expert shifted to one of sheer horror!
He watched as the pale golden sword-light effortlessly and silently sliced right through his Dao Domain!
The Dao Domain he considered invincible was as flimsy as parchment before it.
Just as the sword-light was poised to impale him, a figure wreathed in dense death energy surged forward, attempting to swat the light away with a casual palm strike:
"Dazed, are you? You don't even have the sense to move!"
Interposing himself at the front, his stiff, naked body swelled rapidly to meet the golden light. A cold, arrogant smirk played on his sallow face:
"I shall see what tricks you have..."
The mocking grin suddenly froze. Even before the sword-light reached him, his entire body erupted in stinging pain, as if thousands of needles were piercing his skin!
His flesh crawled with goosebumps!
Facing this sword-light, he found himself paralyzed, his very heart and spirit seemingly ensnared by its power!
His pupils shrank to pinpoints!
In that moment, he finally understood why the cultivator from the Spirit Origin Prefecture had stood there like a statue. It wasn't a lack of will to dodge, but a complete inability to move!
Though it appeared slow, the moment it struck, it was blindingly fast!
The sword-light reached him in the blink of an eye!
Jiu Futu’s mouth hung slightly open as he glanced down.
His eyes were wide with shock.
His pale chest had been noiselessly transfixed by the sword-light, leaving behind only a faint black sword mark as the beam passed through him with ease...
A body tempered by the Corpse Immortal Technique over countless eras felt like soft tofu against this sword-light.
Death energy began to leak from the puncture, attempting to regenerate the flesh, but the wound refused to close.
Before he could even process the shock of his "invincible" body being breached, a blood-curdling shriek echoed through the air.
Startled, he instinctively looked back.
What he saw left him in a state of stunned disbelief.
Behind him, the two Tribulation Crossing cultivators who had been guarding Wan Kongcheng were now lying motionless, their eyes shut as they lost consciousness.
At the edge of his vision, Wan Kongcheng hung suspended in the air, mortally wounded and stiff. His eyes were wide and his lips parted, reflecting a mix of terror, wonder, and confusion that faded as the light left them.
At the center of his forehead, the pale golden sword-light began to dissolve into nothingness.
Jiu Futu stared at the scene, dazed.
He felt as though he were trapped in a nightmare.
The entire area fell into a tomb-like silence!
Everyone present mirrored Jiu Futu’s expression, staring in utter amazement at the unfolding events.
Right before their very eyes.
With nothing more than a casual gesture, True Man Taiyi had shattered the defense of five early-stage Tribulation Crossing cultivators to execute Wan Kongcheng!
This group included Jiu Futu, a man famous within the ruins for his Corpse Immortal Technique and a physique said to be unmatched by anyone below the middle-stage of Tribulation Crossing.
The entire sequence had been mundane, almost boringly simple.
Yet, it struck everyone with an overwhelming sense of shock!
Among the cultivators of the Yin Family, Yin Penglai’s eyes flickered with disbelief and shock, which soon turned into a surge of ecstatic joy.
He had been the one to bring Wang Ba into the Yin Family, hoping only to secure a Tribute with the potential to reach Tribulation Crossing. He had held high expectations, but seeing Wang Ba in action—witnessing the Great Ancestor take only a light wound while Jiu Futu was run through—made his very Primordial Spirit quiver!
It was a sensation of pure, unadulterated excitement!
The Second Ancestor and the others wore tangled expressions of shock and triumph, hardly able to credit their own senses.
Standing at the very front, Yin Tianzhi’s eyes also sparked with a mixture of amazement and newfound hope!
At the same time, a realization dawned upon him:
"A person of such caliber is a true dragon meant to roam the Realm Sea; how could our Yin Family ever hope to contain him?"
Amidst the heavy, stunned silence, a voice suddenly cut through the air:
"Now..."
Wang Ba turned his head, his face a mask of cold indifference. He looked toward the grim white-haired elder, the young woman, and the youth in green robes, speaking with slow deliberation: