Published: March 2, 2025
CHAPTER 189:
"Stop!"
An old man with white hair and a wrinkled face, looking to be in his seventies or eighties, glared with bloodshot eyes. Among the dozens of deceased youths, one of them was his granddaughter.
At his current age, the path to immortality was already severed, and he had no hope of advancing further. Therefore, he had placed all his aspirations for longevity onto his granddaughter, who had a decent spiritual root.
The death of his granddaughter was like a bolt from the blue for this elderly cultivator who had lived over eighty years. But the old man, being experienced, retained his rationality at this moment.
Seeing that the assailants were from the Yuan Yang Sect and possessed tremendous strength, he did not foolishly charge ahead and throw away his life, nor did he speak disrespectfully out of anger.
The Yuan Yang Sect was a dominant force in Qingzhou, far beyond what the Huang family could provoke. He could not allow his personal grievances to bring disaster upon his clan.
The old man glared at Yan Hongyu and Liu Yu's group with hatred while standing in place, waiting for his clansmen to arrive.
However, this was nothing more than his wishful thinking. Yan Hongyu and the ten foundation establishment cultivators did not stop their advance, quickly heading down the mountain to kill.
Under Yue Liang's command, the city guard split into several small teams, following closely behind the ten.
Just as the old man stepped into the attack range of the magical artifact, thirty long spears were instantly launched, their tips gleaming with cold light, aimed at the old man and the Huang family cultivators approaching him.
"Are the friends of the Yuan Yang Sect..."
The old man forced himself to suppress the heavy sorrow in his heart and began to speak, his voice hoarse.
However, before he could finish his sentence, five or six standard long spears continued to shoot toward him, forever silencing his words.
These medium-grade long spear magical artifacts were all crafted by the Yuan Yang Sect using the same materials, and produced by skilled refiners, greatly reducing production costs while their might was not any weaker than ordinary medium-grade magical artifacts.
The old man was experienced in dueling magic and quickly took out two magical artifacts, one for offense and one for defense, intending to resist and intercept.
But all of this was in vain; given that their cultivation levels were similar, how could one person defend against the combined attack of several cultivators of the same stage?
"Ha~ha~"
The long spears pierced through flesh and blood, and the old man's unfinished words would never be spoken.
His eyes remained open, but the breath of life had already slipped away, dying alongside his dream of eternal life.
This round of attacks was expectedly smooth.
Killing the old man and the several Huang family cultivators who had gathered around him did not even delay the Yuan Yang Sect's group for the briefest moment.
In the blink of an eye, everything happened swiftly; from the descent of the Return to Origin Boat to the killing of the old man, only seven breaths had passed.
The city guard showed no mercy; as they ran, the magical artifacts were retracted, and they followed closely behind the ten foundation establishment cultivators, rushing down the mountain.
"Plop."
As the magical artifacts were retracted, the bodies that lost their support fell to the ground.
Two breaths later, Liu Yu had reached the spot where the old man and the deceased youths lay.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting, he paused briefly, opened his mouth, and exhaled azure yang devil fire, which slowly burned on his left hand.
Then, with a flick of his right hand, he sent out dozens of strands of azure flames toward these recently deceased corpses.
The azure flames landed on the corpses and turned them into ashes in under half a breath, seemingly causing the flames to burn even more vigorously.
With a backward flick of his left hand, dozens of flames quickly flew back into his grasp.