Chapter 0158: Go Hard

When mortals cultivated, they either chose the path of the Immortals, or the path of the Ghostly Dao!

The Ghostly Dao was filled with carnage and blood. They ignored all justice and order, killing and plundering. The strong ruled the weak.

But although the Immortal Dao had its own rules, when it concerned one's own sect’s interests - such as the Bipo Mountain Range with its spiritual qi that was thrice as potent - then destroying an entire sect was not strange either!

Throughout the history of the Dong Sheng Divine Continent, such sect genocides were as numerous as grains of sand on a beach. The number of geniuses who had died on the path of the Immortal Dao was countless. Before these talents became sect leaders, they did not count for much. Those like Wu Yu, who had not been able to tide through hard times, would fall like a withered leaf, disappearing back into unremarkable obscurity.

On that day, the heavens and earth shook as the Bipo Mountain Range was encased in bloody light. The 10,000 Swords Formation could no longer hold out the gloom and blood that pervaded it.

Countless demons and even orthodox disciples could smell the blood. It incensed them unbearably as they stared hard at the 10,000 Swords Formation. Once the formation fell, they would pour in in a frenzy!

"Quickly, quickly! I want to eat the humans! EAT THE HUMANS!" a tiger demon howled. His huge body could probably finish someone off in a single bite.

"Sword cultivator dogs! Your doomsday is here! Yutu, how about we see who kills more?"

"What's on the table?"

"10 Spirit Concentration Pills!"

"Tsk, you coward. At least 20. It's settled then. We'll bring sword cultivator skulls as count. No slacking."

On the mountain, two Zhongyuan Dao Sect disciples were sniggering to each other.

Something churned the ground from below. It was as though an army was awakening.... BOOM!

The 10,000 Swords Formation shuddered again, and their excitement surged.

"Sect Leader!"

Lan Huayi herself was slipping, let alone the others. Jiang Xie and the others were attacking too strongly now, and the drain was tremendous as the nine of them took on close to 20.

"Let's give it up. The 10,000 Swords Formation is spent. It's useless." Lan Huayi hated losing, but even she was ready to give in.

She knew that Feng Xueya was waiting for Wu Yu.

His disciple who had shot to power overnight.


The demons and ghosts were roaming freely now, and even the orthodox Zhongyuan Dao Sect had come killing. What could Wu Yu alone do?

Bang, bang, bang!

The 10,000 Swords Formation was like a multi-story building. With the foundations sundered, it began to collapse, raising a cloud of dust that reached the skies.

Before them, Jiang Xie's black and white daoist robe swirled. He smiled in a saintly manner that made one want to tear out his mouth.

And the Ninth Spirit was hidden in the fog, her laughter alluring and tugging at the soul. Even before they entered the Bipo Mountain Range, the disciples were already extremely affected.

The disciples could only focus on their intent to kill as they resisted the charms of this 1,000-year fox demon.

And the Scarlet Sea's Seven Ghosts, surrounded by innumerable vengeful spirits and their howls.

"Feng Xueya, Lan Huayi, we've arrived at your stop," Jiang Xie said, wiggling his eyebrows happily. 

His smile presumed volumes, as though he had already set foot on the territory, and that it belonged to him.

"Jiang Xie, once the 10,000 Swords Formation breaks, you will be the first person I kill." Feng Xueya suddenly lifted his head, his look sharp and hostile. He met Jiang Xie's gaze, and their hostility reached a breaking point.

Jiang Xie was still wary of him, especially after hearing that he had cultivated a Jindan dao technique that could kill people in an intangible way!

He had killed the Dark Entropic Lord in a single blow.

"Bragging? To me?" Jiang Xie laughed breezily, his laughter echoing throughout. He suddenly sobered up. "Disciples of the Zhongyuan Dao Sect, hear me! Prepare to attack, and kill our enemies! The Heavenly Sword Sect is a pathetic dog, and does not deserve the bounty of the Bipo Mountain Range. The Bipo Mountain Range is heaven's gift to the Zhongyuan Dao Sect. Today, we orthodox disciples will carry out the will of the heavens and take back the Bipo Mountain Range that belongs to us!"

He had already found a way to break the 10,000 Swords Formation. At this moment, he had already penetrated it and was rushing in.

A life and death moment....

In this instant, everyone held their breath. Soon, there would be nothing but blood.

The entire world had gone quiet.

And in the silence, a voice sounded out especially clearly.

"Sect Leader Jiang, don't be hasty."

It was Wu Yu's voice!

In the silence, his voice was extremely shrill, and caused Jiang Xie to forget his attack momentarily. He lifted his head, and knew anger.

Wu Yu descended from the sky, a huge whip in hand. There were more than 1,000 people trussed on his long whip, each face white as a sheet, howling as their blood sprayed. When Wu Yu landed on the Stone Gate of a Thousand Swords, these Zhongyuan Dao Sect disciples were thrown unceremoniously to the ground, screaming!

Wu Yu snapped his wrist, straightening out the Stalk of the Clouds. The thousand-odd disciples were neatly lined out before Jiang Xie's eyes.

In that instant, everyone held their breath. Only Feng Xueya gave a knowing smile. He had given the Stalk of the Clouds to Wu Yu for this exact purpose. Wu Yu had not let him down. He had come through again.

It was unimaginable. He had actually used the Art of Sword Flight to bring these one thousand people all the way from the Zhongyuan Dao Sect.

"Jiang Xie, another present for you."

Wu Yu threw a wrapped body towards Jiang Xie. The clothes fluttered open, and two halves of a corpse rolled out before Jiang Xie. It was his younger brother, Jiang Ji.

"A pity. Your two younger brothers, Jiang Ji and Jiang Ding, were both killed by my hand. Your two disciples, Qinghua of the East and Mo Xiudao, were both slaughtered by my hand. And your son, Jiang Junlin, I killed him too. How you must hate me!"

In this instant, Wu Yu had become the focus of the entire crowd!

Inexplicably, when Wu Yu appeared, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect saw hope once more. The seed of victory had been planted in their hearts!

Before this, they had not thought that they could defend the Bipo Mountain Range.

"Tsk tsk......" At this time, even the Ninth Spirit and the Scarlet Sea's Seven Ghosts had paused. They had not considered this point, but hearing Wu Yu speak thus, everyone looked towards Jiang Xie. He was the Sect Leader of the Zhongyuan Dao Sect, but his brothers, son, and disciples had all been killed by this junior!

"Hrrrgh......" Jiang Xie knew that anger would swamp his reason. He took a deep breath. Perhaps to him, these five lives were an acceptable sacrifice for the Bipo Mountain Range.

However, Wu Yu tightened the Stalk of the Clouds, challenging Jiang Xie loudly. "I knew that Sect Leader Jiang would not mind me killing a few brothers, sons, or disciples. After all, Sect Leader Jiang is a beast. What would he know of human emotions? But you are still the sect leader. You wouldn't treat a thousand lives of your elite disciples as a laughing matter, would you? I bet these disciples still have kin and brothers over there. Sect Leader Jiang is an animal. The rest wouldn't all be animals as well, would they?"

Wu Yu's words were jeering, and also threatening. His Stalk of the Clouds was tightly wound around each disciple's neck as they lined up on their knees before Jiang Xie. If he exerted, all 1,000 necks would be squeezed, and they would feel like they were at death's door. They wet themselves with fear, pleading for Jiang Xie to save them.

"Wu Yu, it's been a while. You've grown so much more capable." the Ninth Spirit emerged from the clouds. Although veiled, her fathomless eyes continued to eat at Wu Yu's reason.

"What does this have to do with you, old hag?" Wu Yu naturally hated her. Although she was sweet to him, she was still guilty of destroying the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"How can you speak to Jiu Er like that? Jiu Er is going to get angry," the Ninth Spirit said huffily in front of everyone.

Wu Yu used Visualizing the Inner Ape to calm himself and rise above her influence. Instead, he turned to Jiang Xie, speaking steadily, "I give you three breaths of time. Back out of the 10,000 Swords Formation; otherwise, these 1,000 heads will roll! Jiang Xie, you might not care about Jiang Ding and Qinghua of the East's lives. But these 1,000 lives represent the future of the Zhongyuan Dao Sect. Would you harden your heart for personal greed?"

There were also many elders of the Zhongyuan Dao Sect present, and Wu Yu also wanted them to pressure him!

If you had to go, go hard!


Wu Yu's loud warning had allowed Feng Xueya and the others a few moments' rest. At this time, all nine were using the time to recover. They trusted Wu Yu with the situation!

Jiang Xie was frozen on the spot.

Wu Yu laughed coldly. He lifted the Stalk of the Clouds, preparing to squeeze.

When he killed Qinghua of the East and Jiang Ding, he had done so with resolve, and that had made his impression as a killer. And from his current state, there was a 90% chance that he would kill these thousand people!

Jiang Xie was still struggling, but the elders around him, as well as the Zhongyuan Dao Sect disciples outside, could bear it no longer. Their kind were there, as well as the sons and daughters of the elders. Not everyone was as cold-blooded as Jiang Xie. In an instant, many elders were urging and persuading Jiang Xie.

"Sect Leader!"

"Sect Leader!"

Many of the Zhongyuan Dao Sect disciples were on their knees, pleading.

"Sect Leader, let's calm this Wu Yu down first before we do anything else!"

"Sect Leader!"

At this moment, Wu Yu loudly counted two!

What a charged atmosphere this was!

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were looking at him with shining eyes as well. They had been completely won over by Wu Yu. Who would have thought that Wu Yu was an insignificant servant disciple just a few years ago?

"Sect Leader!"

The elders had no other choice but to drag Jiang Xie out of the 10,000 Swords Formation. Jiang Xie must have relented as well, allowing himself to be pulled away. When they left, the pressure on the 10,000 Swords Formation lessened considerably. Feng Xueya and the others only needed some time to breathe before they could hold the 10,000 Swords Formation for a while longer.

The Ninth Spirit and the Scarlet Sea's Seven Ghosts read the situation and backed out as well. However, the Ninth Spirit drifted over to Jiang Xie, laughing coldly. "Jiang Xie, how tiny your spirit is! Despicable. Do you not understand this Wu Yu? I daresay that he killed Jiang Ding and Jiang Ji, but he would definitely not kill a thousand innocent people."

"That's true...." Jiang Xie considered it, and agreed.

"This Wu Yu has his own sense of righteousness. Deep down, he would be unable to do such a thing!"

He looked towards the 10,000 Swords Formation, his eyes lighting up wickedly again.

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