Chapter 132: The Rage rattles off!

The instant Xue Jianhong’s severed head struck the stone floor with a wet thud.

Chi Leiyang’s eyes turned dark, the veins around his forehead bulging as if they were about to burst. Beside him, his Lightning Panther let out a deafening roar of pure malice, the blue lightning bursting out from its fur.

"You filthy, rotten bastard!!!" Chi Leiyang screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking with rage.

A wave of loud thunder crept across the main hall, shattering stone into jagged debris.

Cang Ming’s face twisted into an expression of fury. His divine QiLin slammed its massive hooves into the ground, causing spider web crack across the floor.

"You wretched, dog shit piece of demonic filth!" Cang Ming cursed, his voice booming through the hall.

The QiLin lunged forward like an avalanche.

"You fucking killed him!" Cang Ming roared, tears crawling down his face.

Behind them, Xue Hongzhao’s Phoenix erupted in a towering column of golden-crimson flames. The suffocating heat instantly vaporized the pooling blood on the ground, filling the air with the metallic stench of burning iron and char.

"You fucking bastard!" Xue Hongzhao screamed, his voice reverberating with enough spiritual power to crack the hall walls. "You think you can walk into my sect, slaughter my disciples, butcher my people, and execute my friend right in front of me?!"

The Phoenix raised its head and shrieked with apocalyptic fury.

"Rot in hell, you motherfucker!"

The demonic cultivator barely had time to react before the attack reached him. He raised Wànshī defensively.

Cang Ming’s QiLin smashed into him from the front with heavy weight. The sheer shockwave crushed the cultivator’s chest, the sound of snapping ribs echoing under the impact.

Chi Leiyang attacked simultaneously from the flank. The Lightning Panther’s claws tore through the air, carving bloody trenches through black demonic essence and shredding the cultivator’s necrotic flesh down to the exposed bone.

Above them, Xue Hongzhao’s Eternal Flame descended like a meteor.

And Lin Yuan stood right behind them, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms, the fresh blood trickling down. His white tiger phantom glared at the demonic cultivator with sheer anger and murderous intent.

The demonic cultivator desperately braced Wànshī against the QiLin. He twisted his blade vehemently to deflect the Lightning Panther’s claws with a spray of sparks. He groaned very loudly in struggle.

But before he could get his balance, the Eternal Flame crashed straight onto his head. The heat scorched his skin more intensely, darkening his rotten face as the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

"You filthy scoundrel!" Xue Hongzhao gave him no time. He instantly rushed toward him through the inferno. The Phoenix slammed its flaming talons straight toward the demonic cultivator’s chest.

The demonic cultivator brought the flat of Wànshī up to block, but Cang Ming was already behind him.

"Die, you piece of shit!" Cang Ming bellowed.

The beast essence infused fist slammed into the man’s exposed flank. The impact shattered his ribs into fragments, pushing bone shards into his internal organs. The dark, necrotic blood splattered from his throat as he was launched sideways like a cannonball.

He smashed straight through a massive stone pillar. The boulders and pulverized stone scattered frantically everywhere, burying him in rubble.

Chi Leiyang immediately closed the distance, his eyes burning with vengeful wrath. "Don’t you fucking dare stand back up, dickhead!"

His Lightning Panther opened its maw, concentrating a beam of thunder inside its throat.

A massive, rumbling bolt of lightning shot forward, obliterating the falling debris and striking the demonic cultivator.

The cultivator frantically crossed Wànshī in front of his chest. A torrent of obscuring lightning swallowed him whole, rattling against his skin and rending his black robes into scorched strands.

The thick, acrid smoke filled the main hall. For a brief, agonizing moment... nothing moved.

Then Lin Yuan spoke, his voice cold and dripping with venom. "Keep attacking."

Xue Hongzhao stared back at him.

"He’s not fucking dead yet," Lin Yuan boasted, his eyes were devoid of warmth.

Xue Hongzhao’s face twitched into a ruthless, bloodthirsty grin. "Good!"

The phoenix spread its massive, burning wings, scattering embers across the hall. "Because neither are we."

The flames burst outward once more. Cang Ming’s QiLin lunged forward through the wall of fire, followed closely by Chi Leiyang’s Lightning Panther. The three terrifying, rageful forces attacked simultaneously.

The demonic cultivator had barely dragged himself out from the smoking crater before, the QiLin hit him before he dodges sideways.

CRACK!!!

The Lightning Panther’s thunder-infused claws ripped across his robes, peeling away whole strips of scorched muscle and exposing his ribcage. He was like a walking zombie. Still he was alive!

The Phoenix’s flames engulfed him once more, burning his remaining robes and tearing his flesh down to the muscles.

The demonic cultivator was thrown backward again, trenching across the blood-stained stone tiles. His robes were shredded, black qi leaking erratically from his ruptured meridians. The beads of blood streamed from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and his left arm hung unnaturally at a grotesque angle, the broken bone came out cleanly through his skin.

Wànshī trembled in his right hand. For the first time since the battle began, his unshakeable, arrogant composure was utterly shattered.

"Just die!" Cang Ming stepped forward, his breathing vehement, eyes locked on the demonic cultivator.

"Argh!! I will show you the hell!" Chi Leiyang spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor.

Xue Hongzhao’s flames burned hotter than ever. "You should never have stepped foot into this sect again."

The demonic cultivator staggered, his legs buckling under the weight of his destroyed body.

Then, he collapsed heavily onto his knees, his forehead slamming against the stone.

An eerie silence descended over the hall and there is only the sound of ragged breathing of the four cultivators.

The demonic cultivator’s broken body spasmed on the ground. The dark blood poured from his mouth in many spats, mixing with chunked pulps of his destroyed internal organs.

"Cough..."

He coughed vehemently, vomiting a dark pool of clotted blood onto the floor.

"Cough!"

He pressed one blood-soaked hand against the cracked stone, his ruined shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"Cough... cough..."

Chi Leiyang stared down at him, raising his lightning-covered fist. "Stay down and rot, you bastard."

Slowly... painfully... the demonic cultivator raised his head. The blackened, gory teeth showed through his shredded lips.

And then, he smiled again. A horrifying, manic grin stretched across his scorched face.

"Hahah..."

Cang Ming’s eyes narrowed in shock and anger. The demonic cultivator began to laugh louder, the sound raspy, wet, and utterly insane. "Hahahahahaha!"

"You really think..." He slowly pushed himself upward, his broken bones rattling against each other as he forced his bruised and scorched body to stand. "...you fucking won?"

His single golden eye turned toward them, burning with sinister madness, before locking onto Lin Yuan.

"And you..." The demonic cultivator’s rotten grin widened, stretching the scorched skin on his face. "Lin Yuan."

Lin Yuan’s eyes twitched, even the persona of Noir also scared even with his past experience. He can easily say that the demonic bastard standing before them is too scary.

The demonic cultivator whispered slowly. "Every single one of you motherfuckers is gonna die right here."

A distorted, pitch-black aura suddenly burst out from his core.

The stone floor under his legs split open as black, veins of demonic qi began crawling rapidly under his skin, blackening his flesh and causing his withered veins to bulge.

Xue Hongzhao’s expression shifted instantly. "What the fuck..."

The demonic cultivator raised both arms, his broken left arm snapping back into place with a horrific sound as black qi healed the bone. An ancient, red runes began burning themselves into his skin.

He began to chant in an archaic, guttural tongue:

"Blood returns to the vessel..."

"Bones return to the vessel..."

"Soul returns to the vessel..."

"Essence returns to the core..."

The air in the chamber instantly turned suffocating, the spiritual essence twisting into dark corruption.

Lin Yuan felt the white tiger tattoos on his arms burn with intense, agonizing heat.

"Something is wrong," The turtle’s voice suddenly echoed inside Lin Yuan’s mind.

Again he felt a terror in the turtle’s voice.

"Lin Yuan! Stop him right now!"

Lin Yuan’s heart sank into depth due to fear. "What the hell is he doing?!"

The turtle’s voice became deadly serious. "The lunatic is preparing to destroy his own aperture!"

Lin Yuan froze in shock. "What?!"

The demonic cultivator continued his feverish chanting, his voice echoing off the cavern walls like a death knell. "Let the beast essence rupture..."

"Let the core collapse..."

"Let the vessel become hell..."

"Let everything within me..."

"Return to absolute nothing!!!"

A shockwave of thick, black demonic energy burst outward, forcing everyone to take a step back as the suffocating pressure crushed down on their chests.

Xue Hongzhao’s face went pale, waving his hands and moving forward frantically. "No... nonono..."

Cang Ming turned to him, an alert rattling in his eyes. "Sect Master! What’s wrong?!"

"That ritual... my God..." Xue Hongzhao stared at the chanting cultivator in sheer horror. His voice trembled. "That is an ancient, forbidden suicide ritual..."

"Eh???" Chi Leiyang frowned, his eyebrows rising. "What fucking ritual?!"

"Self detonation of the aperture!" Xue Hongzhao rumbled over the rising gale of dark essence.

Xue Hongzhao’s Phoenix flames flickered vehemently under fear. "The old, desperate cultivators developed it as a final strike when there was zero chance of survival! They forcibly reverse their cultivation, forcing their beast essence to collapse inward until their whole spiritual aperture ruptures!"

Cang Ming’s eyes widened in horror. "And the blast?!"

Xue Hongzhao clenched his teeth so hard they bled. "If a True Beast Realm cultivator performs it, the resulting shockwave will instantly vaporize everything within nearly ten miles!"

Chi Leiyang turned pale as a sheet. "And what if it’s a Divine Beast Realm cultivator?!"

Xue Hongzhao’s expression changed into despair.

"The devastation is ten times worse!" He stared at the chanting demonic cultivator. "And if a Saint Beast Realm cultivator detonates his core..."

He paused, his voice barely a whisper. "This whole mountain and the villages across the area will be blasted off in a second."

"Fuck!!" Cang Ming cursed loudly.

Xue Hongzhao suddenly snapped out of his shock and roared with everything he had. His Phoenix flared into an inferno behind him.

"He’s going to detonate! We need to kill this motherfucker right now, brats!"

Cang Ming’s QiLin let out a desperate roar. Chi Leiyang commanded his Lightning Panther once more, lightning crackling wildly around his body. Lin Yuan’s White Tiger lowered its head, its aura rumbling to its limit.

All four of them charged at the same time, pushing their speed beyond limits. "Don’t let him finish the ritual!"

The demonic cultivator suddenly levitated a foot off the ground. The blood poured out continuously from his ears, eyes, and mouth, but his laughter echoed like a demon from the abyss.

"Hahahahahaha!"

He raised Wànshī high into the air, his golden eye shimmering with suicidal ecstasy. "Too late..."

The black, burning symbols covered every inch of his rotting skin. "Ready to fall into despair and face death!"

He lunged forward like a streak of black lightning, driving his unstable body toward them.

His manic voice shattered the cavern. "BLOOD!"

"SOUL!"

"BEAST!"

"APERTURE!"

The explosive, unstable black essence ruptured from his chest, threatening to burst outward at any second.

Xue Hongzhao lunged forward first into the dark storm, his flaming hand raised. "Die, you monster!"

Cang Ming’s QiLin thrust its golden horn forward. Chi Leiyang’s Lightning Panther unleashed a brilliant bolt of thunder. Lin Yuan’s White Tiger pounced with unsheathed claws.

The demonic cultivator laughed like a manic god who had abandoned all sanity, his eyes wild and unblinking. They were far below to reach his height before the detonation.

"Hahahahahaha! Die y—"

And then, a tiny spark of silver-white light appeared in front of his face. The demonic cultivator’s manic smile instantly vanished, and began to mutter. "What—?"

For one second, the main hall fell into silence, even the leaping sect master and others shielded their eyes, frantically screaming and cursing the monster.

Then, a pure line of silver sword light passed cleanly through the center of the demonic cultivator’s body.

From his head, a thin incision ran straight down through his neck, his chest, his ruptured aperture, and his lower abdomen.

His body froze in mid-air. His eyes widened in shock. Then, his body split apart down the middle.

The pressurized essence inside his corpse burst outward, turning the clean cut into an explosion of pure gore.

The shedded flesh, spraying crimson blood, shattered ribcage, severed intestines, sliced lungs, and the black, rotting halves of his heart burst out across the stone floor.

The minced flesh, brain matter, and dark demonic blood splattered against the pillars, walls and the four members in a gruesome, wet shower.

Wànshī slipped from his severed fingers, falling through the air. The samurai blade embedded itself into the stone floor.

The sect master, Chi Leiyand, Cang Ming and Lin Yuan instantly stopped mid-leap and landed down in shock.