However, just as Hun Sha turned to flee, even willing to use a secret escape technique that would consume his origin, at that very instant.
“Sect Master Hun Sha, in such a hurry to leave?”
An aged, hoarse voice, like two bones scraping together, echoed faintly, carrying a chilling eeriness that made one’s blood run cold.
The voice came from deep within the Ten Thousand Souls Demonic Sect’s camp, from that silent black chariot pulled by nine skeletal demonic dragons.
The chariot’s curtains moved without wind, slowly lifting.
A stooped, emaciated figure, as if a gust could blow him away, leaning on a staff of white bones, stepped out slowly from the chariot.
He was shrouded entirely in a wide black robe. His face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of eyes burning with faint green flames.
Those green flames flickered unpredictably, as if they could directly scorch the soul.
With his appearance, the surrounding temperature plummeted abruptly. Even the air seemed to freeze. A dense, impenetrable aura of death and decay spread out.
The Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Souls Demonic Sect: Elder Ghost Bone!
A true demonic path titan who had lived for unknown ages, with cultivation at the peak of the seventh grade Heavenly Immortal realm!
He was also the final trump card and pillar of the Ten Thousand Souls Demonic Sect!
Seeing Elder Ghost Bone emerge, the demonic sect disciples, who had been on the verge of collapse, seemed to grasp a final lifeline. A glimmer of hope reignited in their eyes.
Hun Sha, too, clung to him like a drowning man to driftwood. He flew quickly to Elder Ghost Bone’s side, his voice carrying a sob mixed with boundless venom, “Supreme Elder! You have finally acted!”
“This child… this child is utterly sinister. He cruelly slaughtered many elders of our sect. I beg you, Elder, to take action, suppress this scoundrel, and avenge the fallen disciples and elders of our sect!”
Elder Ghost Bone ignored Hun Sha. His faint green flame eyes locked onto Chen Ping in mid-air like a venomous snake, scrutinising him up and down as if to see through him completely.
After a long moment, that hoarse, grating voice finally rang out slowly, carrying undisguised contempt and menace.
“Junior, your methods are indeed ruthless and bizarre. You must have obtained some shady inheritance from some obscure corner, and now you dare to strut about here, slaughtering the people of my Ten Thousand Souls Demonic Sect?”
“A mere ninth-grade Human Immortal realm with an unstable foundation dares to play at being a god? Do you really think this old man cannot see through your true nature?”
“Kneel down. Hand over the inheritance and treasures you have obtained. Cripple your own cultivation. This old man might then, out of pity for your hard-earned practice, spare a remnant of your soul and send it into reincarnation.”
“Otherwise… this old man will let you taste what true soul extraction and refinement means, condemned to eternal suffering without rebirth!”
Elder Ghost Bone’s words were like chilling winds from the ninth hell, sweeping across the battlefield and making countless people shiver.
His undisguised greed and cruelty chilled hearts even more.
Upon hearing this, Chen Ping finally looked directly at this Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Souls Demonic Sect for the first time.
His gaze remained calm as ever. It lingered only briefly on the dense aura of death and decay around Elder Ghost Bone. Then the corners of his mouth curved into an extremely faint arc, colder than ten-thousand-year profound ice.
“The old who refuse to die are thieves.”
Chen Ping spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached every ear. “Reeking of decay, half-buried already, yet still daring to spout nonsense here?”
“You want to see my true nature?”
Chen Ping slowly raised the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, the sword tip pointing straight at Elder Ghost Bone.
“Then use your life to see it.”
The instant his words fell, Chen Ping moved.
There was no grand momentum, no buildup process.
He simply thrust out a sword towards Elder Ghost Bone’s direction.
This sword was different from any before.
The moment it was thrust, the chaotic dao rhyme that had always been concealed around Chen Ping erupted suddenly.
Behind him, the phantom of the chaos fire lotus became unprecedentedly clear, slowly rotating and sprinkling billions of chaotic rays.
The Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, for the first time, unleashed its own peerless sharpness, as if capable of severing star rivers and slaughtering true dragons.
A sword gang condensed to the extreme, seeming to swallow all light and colour, leaving only the purest essence of “chaos” and “annihilation”, burst forth from the sword tip.
This sword gang started only thumb-thick, yet the instant it left the sword tip, it crossed spatial distance as if ignoring the constraints of time and rules. It appeared directly before Elder Ghost Bone’s forehead.
Fast!
Indescribably fast!
As if this sword had always been meant to be there.
Strong!
Indescribably strong!
Wherever the sword gang passed, space silently annihilated, leaving a long-unhealing black trail in which earth, water, fire, and wind seemed to replay, stars to birth and die.
Elder Ghost Bone’s faint green flame eyes, the instant the sword gang appeared, contracted to pinpricks.
He felt it! That supreme annihilating sword intent making his very soul tremble! And within that sword intent, the chaotic flame aura that seemed capable of burning away the death demonic essence he had cultivated for ten thousand years!
