novelapdf Chapter 564 You're not just scared! You know you're going to die!
Chapter 564 You're not just scared! You know you're going to die!
The crimson Dharma image trembled violently under the impact of the soul sea, and countless fine cracks appeared on its surface.
Old Monster Chi desperately tried to stabilize the Dharma Form by channeling his spiritual power, but every drop of "seawater" in the Soul Sea was a thirsty vengeful soul. They pounced on the Dharma Form, tearing and devouring it frantically, and the blood light of the Dharma Form dimmed at a visible speed.
"Break for me!" Old Monster Chi roared, biting his tongue and spitting out three mouthfuls of blood essence onto the Supreme Yang Talisman.
The three Supreme Yang Talismans blazed with golden light, hovering in mid-air like three small suns, attempting to dispel the sea of souls with their supreme Yang power.
However, the Soul Sea only paused slightly before surging forward with even greater force.
The golden light of the Supreme Yang Talisman was extinguished completely after flickering a few times under the impact of the soul sea, like a candle in a storm.
The three talismans exploded simultaneously, turning into countless golden fragments that scattered across the sky.
Old Monster Chi panicked.
He wanted to withdraw his Dharma form and retreat, but found that the Dharma form was tightly entangled by the sea of souls, like a trapped beast in a swamp, the more it struggled, the deeper it sank.
Finally, a million souls spread upwards along the Dharma Image's legs, extinguishing all the blood-red light wherever they passed. The Dharma Image groaned under the strain, on the verge of completely collapsing.
All the cultivators present were stunned by this scene.
The duel between Han Yueshan and Zhou Yuanhua came to an abrupt end, and the two turned their heads to look at the vast black ocean at the same time.
Han Yueshan's eyes were filled with shock and awe, while Zhou Yuanhua's eyes were filled with only fear.
Ma Chengkong managed to escape the siege of three Blood River Sect cultivators. Looking at the figure holding the black banner in his soul sea, cold sweat poured down his back.
He had just been tempted by greed and wanted to get his hands on that black banner!
Looking back now, that was practically suicide.
Chen Fan didn't give them much time to be shocked.
He made another hand seal, and the million souls on the Black Soul Banner let out a deafening howl, the sound so mournful it seemed to be the wailing of ten thousand ghosts from the depths of the netherworld.
The sea of souls suddenly contracted, and countless souls were as if they were being gripped by an invisible hand, forcibly squeezed, merged, and condensed.
"Soul Fusion."
In a matter of breaths, millions of souls were forcibly fused into four pitch-black soul shadows.
Visible to the naked eye, each soul shadow was three zhang tall, surrounded by swirling black mist, with indistinct facial features, except for a pair of scarlet eyes that shone like four lanterns in the darkness.
The aura they exuded was clearly that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection level.
Four Soul Generals.
Old Monster Chi's face turned ashen white in an instant.
His lips trembled violently; his previous composure and arrogance had vanished, leaving only primal fear.
Four Nascent Soul cultivators at the late stage of perfect enlightenment!
This power was enough to crush any Nascent Soul cultivator present, and could even directly contend with a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages.
"This...this is impossible..." Old Monster Chi's voice was hoarse and dry, and he involuntarily took a step back.
"What kind of sorcery is this? How could the Soul Banner possibly condense a soul body at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage? Just who are you?"
Chen Fan did not answer. He pointed a finger at Old Monster Chi and uttered a single word.
"kill."
The next second, the four soul generals moved simultaneously.
Their speed was too fast to be seen with the naked eye. The four black shadows were like four black lightning bolts that tore through the sky and rushed towards the Red Monster from four directions.
With a fierce roar, the old monster Chi unleashed his broken, blood-red avatar to its fullest potential, striking out with both palms to meet the two soul generals rushing towards him.
However, the Soul General simply opened its mouth and inhaled, and the blood-red light on the Dharma Image was sucked into the Soul General's mouth like a flood bursting its banks.
The ten-zhang-tall crimson dharma image couldn't even withstand three breaths of attack from the four soul generals before it shattered and dissipated into countless crimson fragments.
Old Monster Chi spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.
Despair finally surfaced in his eyes. He knelt down in mid-air with a thud, and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Fellow Daoist Chen! I, Chen! I admit defeat! I'll give you whatever you want! The Blood River Sect's cultivation techniques, spirit stones, and magic treasures—just ask, and I'll give you everything I own! Spare my life, and I swear to heaven I will never be your enemy again!"
Chen Fan looked down at the kneeling, begging-for-mercy old monster Chi, his eyes calm and indifferent, devoid of pity, pleasure, or even the slightest ripple.
"Why didn't you do this sooner?"
He waved.
As if receiving a final command, the four Soul Generals pounced simultaneously, their four pairs of black claws tearing at the Crimson Monster's body and soul.
Old Monster Chi let out a shrill scream that was so shrill it was inhuman, so sharp it seemed to pierce eardrums, but it lasted for less than a breath before it stopped abruptly.
His physical body was torn to pieces by the four Soul Generals. A crimson nascent soul emerged from the remains, attempting to use Blood Escape to escape, but was swallowed whole by one of the Soul Generals.
The late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Old Monster Chi, was annihilated, both in body and spirit.
After the four Soul Generals finished devouring the Crimson Monster, they slowly turned around, their four pairs of scarlet eyes fixed on Zhou Yuanhua.
Zhou Yuanhua trembled violently, and the emerald green longsword in his hand almost flew out.
He stumbled back several steps, only stopping when he bumped into an ancient tree, his face deathly pale.
He opened his mouth several times before finally managing to squeeze out a sound from deep in his throat, a sound so hoarse it was almost incoherent:
"Fellow Daoist Chen... I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong. It was all that old scoundrel Chi Laoguai's instigation that made me act rashly. Yunzhou is willing to compensate you; just name your price, and I'll give you any amount of spirit stones and pills! I, Zhou Yuanhua, swear on my Dao heart that after this matter, I will never be your enemy again. If I break this oath, may I be struck down by heaven and earth!"
Chen Fan turned around and looked at the terrified and distorted face, but his eyes remained completely calm.
He had been a eunuch in the palace for decades; what kind of people hadn't he seen?
He had seen far too many people like Zhou Yuanhua, who were arrogant at first but obsequious later, and who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
These people will beg for mercy with sweet words, but once they recover, they will turn ruthless and try every means to kill you.
"You already know you were wrong," Chen Fan said calmly, as if stating a perfectly simple fact.
"You knew you were going to die."
He raised his finger and gently tapped Zhou Yuanhua.
The four soul generals pounced forward like four black lightning bolts.
Zhou Yuanhua let out a desperate roar, pouring all his life's cultivation into the emerald longsword without reservation. Azure lightning surged on the sword, transforming into a thunder dragon as thick as a water bucket that crashed towards the Soul General.
However, the thunder dragon was like paper in front of the Soul General, torn in two by a single claw and dissipated into arcs of electricity.
The four Soul Generals attacked simultaneously, and Zhou Yuanhua's protective spiritual light shattered inch by inch. His physical body and nascent soul were torn to pieces.
Zhou Yuanhua, a peak mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from Yunzhou, is dead.
The forms of the four Soul Generals also began to become blurred!
The Soul Fusion Technique can only last for a maximum of ten breaths.
Chen Fan did not waste this last bit of time. He waved his hand and pointed, and the four Soul Generals swept across the entire battlefield like four black whirlwinds.
The remaining Nascent Soul cultivators in Leizhou and Yunzhou didn't even have time to react before the Soul General caught up with them, and one by one they perished in screams.
In the blink of an eye, all the Nascent Soul cultivators from Leizhou and Yunzhou who had entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons were wiped out.