Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 672: People die for money

Chapter 672: People die for money

Once greed is ignited, it can easily drown out every ounce of survival instinct.

"The moment is now!" On the western ridge of the basin, a late-stage Divine Transformation body cultivator with a massive frame and a face etched with scars could no longer hold back.

He placed his faith in his iron-like physique, which boasted defenses far superior to the woman in white from before. Seeing the third Celestial Jade Marrow hanging within reach while the two Void Shattering powerhouses were preoccupied with their own rage, he made a silent vow: "I will gamble everything! If I can survive just one strike, I’ll snatch the treasure and flee!"

He wasn't the only one harborng such ambitions.

If he could just exploit the surrounding turmoil...

"Move! Claim the prize!" He let out a thunderous war cry to mask his intent, his muscles knotting and expanding until his skin took on a polished bronze hue. Like a heavy bolt fired from a ballista, he launched himself forward with devastating speed, aiming straight for the Celestial Jade Marrow.

That single shout acted as a spark in a powder keg.

"Charge! Don’t let that brute take it all!"

"Move now, before the masters can respond!"

"Wealth is found in danger! Let's go!"

In a heartbeat, no fewer than eight figures lunged from various hiding spots and corners.

Some soared on flying swords, others blurred across the terrain, and a few hurled specialized rope treasures to snag the prize from afar.

One particularly cunning old man frantically applied a series of colorful defensive talismans to his robes as he ran. Shimmering layers of light enveloped him until he looked like a glowing cocoon.

The entire area dissolved into absolute mayhem.

"Hmph! You seek your own graves!" Chen Niu’s expression twisted into a mask of fury as he tilted his head back and bellowed.

The sound was a monstrous hybrid of a bull’s roar and a dragon’s hiss, instantly obliterating the shouts of the crowd. Already pushed to his limit, seeing these mere ants attempt to copy the mysterious female cultivator sent his temper over the edge.

Even though his head was bald, the sheer force of his Qi caused his hat to be blown high into the air!

Chen Niu didn't even bother to raise a fist; he simply stomped his foot into the earth with primal violence!

BOOM——!

A shockwave, forged from a mix of demonic malice and savage Buddhist power, erupted from his position, tearing through the air in a massive arc!

The very fabric of space seemed to buckle under the strain, and the ground was pulverized as the wave rolled forward.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The three leading Ascenders, including the talisman-covered elder, didn't have the chance to gasp before their bodies were reduced to a red mist, looking like fruit crushed by an invisible mallet.

A spray of blood, flickering talisman sparks, and shattered fragments of defensive gear rained down.

The old man’s layers of protective light didn't survive for even a fraction of a second, popping like bubbles in a storm.

The burly body cultivator, who had relied on his physical toughness, took the full brunt of the impact.

His vaunted defense shattered like thin glass the moment the wave hit him. Before the horrified eyes of the onlookers, his entire form was vibrated into a slurry of bone and gore.

As Chen Niu unleashed his strike, a flash of frigid intent crossed the eyes of Hua Jin the True One.

It was bad enough being mocked by a mysterious woman; she would not tolerate these gnats trying to steal from her as well.

"Such tiresome noise," she whispered, her voice carrying clearly despite the chaos.

She flicked her folding fan with a casual grace toward the remaining cultivators approaching from the flank.

There was no grand display of power.

In a terrifying silence, several emerald sword energies, thin as hair and nearly invisible, sliced through the air.

They moved with a speed that defied the reactions of the surrounding Ascenders.

The cultivators were still sprinting, hoping to skirt around the carnage Chen Niu had caused.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The muffled sounds of sharp blades piercing hide echoed out.

A man atop a flying sword suddenly watched his own body fall away as his head was severed cleanly from his shoulders.

His head spun through the air, his features still locked in an expression of greedy excitement.

Next to him, a cultivator wielding a claw-shaped treasure froze mid-step. Multiple transparent holes appeared in his torso, and he collapsed as his vitals were shredded.

A third man, attempting to tunnel through the earth, had just poked his head out when a beam of sword energy drilled through his forehead. He slumped back into his hole, dead before he hit the ground.

Barely two breaths had passed.

Nearly ten Ascenders, blinded by the hope of repeating Li Qingran’s feat, had been wiped out.

Whether they were Divine Transformation experts or specialized in spells or the body, they were nothing more than paper dolls before two furious Void Shattering masters. There was no battle, only a swift and total massacre.

The air grew thick with a crimson haze, and the ground was littered with the remains of the ambitious.

The heavy stench of iron and blood quickly drowned out the sweet aroma of the Celestial Jade Marrow.

A suffocating silence gripped the basin.

This time, the quiet wasn't born of surprise, but of pure, unadulterated terror.

The Sect members who had been vibrating with excitement just moments ago now felt as if they had been submerged in a frozen lake. The chill reached their very souls.

Those who had been on the verge of leaping out stopped dead in their tracks, their complexions turning ashen and their limbs trembling. Several observers began to retch as the smell of the slaughter hit them.

"My... gods..." a youthful cultivator stammered, his robes darkening at the crotch as his courage failed him.

"That... that girl from before... just who was she?"

An elder standing nearby whispered with a shaking voice, "It wasn't luck. It was never luck!"

"This is insanity... we can't touch that thing," another muttered, collapsing to the ground with hollow eyes.

"Thank the Heavens... I didn't move..." Many felt a wave of cold sweat as they realized how close they had come to death. They looked at Chen Niu, who stood like a demonic deity, and the ruthlessly elegant Hua Jin the True One with nothing but fear in their hearts.

Chen Huaian remained completely unmoved by the carnage.

The sight of blood and ruined bodies didn't even slow his pace as he continued to snack on melon seeds.

Men die for gold just as birds die for grain—these people had chosen their own ends.

Furthermore, in his eyes, the fewer Ascenders left alive, the better. He preferred it if everyone just turned to the Heavenly Demon Art instead.

Every Ascender killed now was one less enemy to face in the future.

Chen Niu scanned the treeline, his eyes burning with a fierce light. "Who's next?! Who else wants to die for this?!"

His voice boomed like a landslide, causing loose rocks to tumble down the cliffs.

Not a single soul dared to answer.

The gathered cultivators pulled back, trying to hide behind rocks or in shadows, praying they wouldn't be noticed.

The third Celestial Jade Marrow continued to drift in the air, radiating a tempting purple-gold light.

But now, it looked less like a treasure and more like a cursed object that guaranteed a trip to the underworld.

Hua Jin the True One and Chen Niu both locked their gazes back onto the marrow.

This was the final piece of the initial wave.

Since the first two had been snatched away, this one was a prize they could not afford to lose.

...

Chen Huaian watched the standoff between the female master and the demonic avatar, his eyes narrowing in calculation.

"Old Zhang, get ready. It's time to move."

He sent a secret transmission to Zhang Yibai, confident that his words wouldn't be intercepted.

"Prepare the grand formation to pin down that monk. Without it, we might struggle to handle him!"

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