Chapter 688 - 276: Private Matter (2)

Faced with this overwhelming joint assault—an attack that would make an ordinary master of the Late-stage True Essence Realm turn pale—Luo Zhixian remained perfectly still, not moving so much as an inch.

His fingers, pointed like a spear, remained unchanged; he merely gave his wrist the slightest twist.

A radiant spear light erupted, majestic and boundless!

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—!"

The colossal Water Dragon was pierced in an instant, letting out a deafening roar as its head shattered, exploding into a torrent of spray that filled the sky!

The jet-black pillar of light that followed was utterly annihilated!

As for the venomous and eerie claw shadow, the moment it touched the spear light, it hissed and sizzled like snow in the sun.

The combined, all-out attack of the three masters had been deflected by Luo Zhixian with such casual ease!

Seeing this, the brocade-robed elder was struck with absolute terror. Heeding nothing else, he spun around and tried to flee as a streak of light.

"You couldn’t escape a moment ago. What makes you think you can escape now?"

Luo Zhixian’s indifferent voice rang out.

He didn’t even glance at the fleeing elder, merely flicking his fingers casually in the direction of his escape.

A beam of spear light, as fine as a silken thread yet blindingly brilliant, instantly caught up with the brocade-robed elder, who had already fled hundreds of yards!

"I—"

The elder only had time to let out a despairing shriek. His Protective True Essence was as flimsy as paper. His body froze in mid-air, and a thin line of blood appeared on his forehead, rapidly spreading downward.

"SPLASH!"

The elder’s body split in two in mid-air. Blood and viscera rained down as the halves fell heavily into the sea, instantly staining a large patch of the water red.

Mao Chengyue witnessed his companion’s instantaneous death with his own eyes. A chill shot straight to the crown of his head, and fear completely overwhelmed his reason.

He lost all will to fight. In a trembling voice, he begged for mercy, "Peak Master Luo! I am willing to swear a Heart Demon oath that I will never oppose the Celestial Treasure Upper Sect again! Please, Peak Master Luo, spare my life!"

When faced with a choice between life and death, most people make the same decision.

"Too late." Luo Zhixian’s tone was still flat, yet it carried the finality of a death sentence.

Before his words had even faded, he once again pointed his fingers, aiming straight for Mao Chengyue.

Seeing that begging was useless, Mao Chengyue’s eyes flashed with madness and despair. With a roar, he began to burn all of his life’s True Essence along with his Essence Blood. The Turtle Shell on his back flared with a dark light, instantly expanding into a massive shield before him.

This was his ultimate, life-saving technique!

He had once used this shield to withstand several ferocious attacks from a Mid-stage True Essence Realm master without a scratch!

And yet, before Luo Zhixian’s seemingly casual gesture—

"CRACK... BOOM!"

The Turtle Shell, said to be strong enough to shoulder mountains, couldn’t even last a single second. Before Mao Chengyue’s disbelieving eyes, it cracked inch by inch like glass before exploding violently!

The Finger Force pierced through the fragments of the Turtle Shell, its power undiminished, and struck Mao Chengyue squarely on the forehead.

Mao Chengyue’s body shuddered violently. The look of madness and despair froze in his eyes as his corpse slumped into the sea.

In the blink of an eye, only one person remained: He Jie, the Second Elder of the Demon Sect.

He Jie stared at Luo Zhixian, his horrifying face contorted to its absolute limit.

’Rather than be crushed like an ant...’

"Luo Zhixian! You forced my hand!" He Jie let out a shrill, crazed roar as the Essence Blood in his body began to burn with reckless abandon, like boiling magma.

A violent surge of Evil Qi, far surpassing any power he had shown before, erupted toward the heavens, churning the surrounding sea into a massive vortex.

His aura began to climb at a terrifying rate, instantly shattering the limits of his Mid-stage True Essence Realm and continuing to rise!

The very space around him began to warp slightly under the pressure of this violent aura.

"Late-stage True Essence Realm?! He’s burning all of his core Essence Blood!" Deng Ziheng’s expression changed drastically as he witnessed the horrifying scene.

By using a Secret Technique to burn everything, He Jie had temporarily returned to the power of his prime—perhaps even surpassing it!

The ferocious Evil Qi was soul-shaking.

The Demonic Qi around He Jie burned like tangible black flames. He laughed maniacally and shoved his hands forward. "Netherworld Yellow Springs, see you to the afterlife!!"

Under the power of He Jie’s all-consuming Demon Skill, the turbulent surface of the sea abruptly turned as black as ink.

Countless black and red waterspouts erupted, connecting sea and sky. Each one was immense, seemingly wreathed in the shrieking wails of resentful souls and the Evil Qi of the Netherworld.

The spinning vortexes tore through the air with unearthly shrieks, as if transforming this stretch of ocean into an entrance to the Yellow Springs, a gateway to the Nine Netherworld.

A tremendous suction pulled from the center of the vortexes, tugging at Luo Zhixian’s robes. Even the water beneath his feet was violently drawn away, creating a hollow in the sea.

Faced with an attack comparable to a strike from a peak True Essence Realm master, Luo Zhixian finally moved.

He did not draw a physical spear. Instead, his right hand closed, as if gripping an invisible one.

In that instant, eight distinct yet unified currents of Spear Intent emerged from his palm, converging and condensing into one.

"Go."

He spoke a single word, gently pushing the invisible spear—formed from the eight condensed currents of Spear Intent—forward.

There were no earth-shattering explosions, no brilliant flashes of light.

Wherever the spectral spear passed, the Evil Qi disintegrated. One by one, the vortexes collapsed, turning back into ordinary seawater that crashed down from the sky.

It happened with unbelievable speed, as if the apocalyptic scene had been nothing but a dream.

The spectral spear moved with unstoppable force, precisely sinking into He Jie’s chest at the very heart of the Demonic Qi.

The madness and hatred on He Jie’s face froze. He looked down at the non-existent wound on his chest and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The next moment, the demonic flames burning around him were snuffed out like a candle in the wind. His entire body began to disintegrate from the inside out, dissolving into a mist of blood that scattered on the sea breeze.