Chapter 347: Shocking Means
Translator: Tim Editor: Fish Creek
Bian Xihai’s face was hideous, but he was joyful. Ye Mo was forced into the air by the Dian Cang Seven Kill formation. He was surely dead. Falling into the formation meant certain death, even if he were uninjured; now, injured, he was doomed.
Rumble. Bian Xihai led the Seven Kill formation into a second full-powered attack. Bubbles and dust flew everywhere, but Bian Xihai and Hu Nuoping’s hearts sank. That hit didn’t seem to have landed on Ye Mo.
They couldn’t believe it. Even great heaven masters couldn’t remain suspended in the air, waiting for punches to land, much less Ye Mo, who wasn’t a great heaven master. There was no way that attack could be dodged.
But the truth hit them hard.
‘Retreat!’ Bian Xihai reacted rapidly. He knew things were bad the moment the attack missed. He didn’t know how Ye Mo stayed aloft, but as long as he did, they would die. Their attack’s force was spent, and any retaliatory strike from Ye Mo, even a simple one, would inflict heavy damage.
Although Bian Xihai reacted first, he was still too slow. A huge, door-sized sword swooped down with a cold wind, spinning the seven together.
“No…” Bian Xihai could no longer control his terror and tried to retreat, using all his chi.
Slice. A huge sword sliced through the Dian Cang sect’s square, creating a ravine more than ten meters deep. Except for Bian Xihai, who barely escaped, the remaining six died.
Blood spewing from his mouth, Bian Xihai stood there like a doll, numbly staring at the spot where he’d stood, now a deep ravine. He couldn’t speak. Ye Mo’s power and menace exceeded his comprehension. Was this even human?
Their Dian Cang sect had offended someone this terrifying and led him to their sect. If Dian Cang was annihilated, he, Bian Xihai, would be the sect’s sinner. Although he’d clashed with Liu Rushan over power, it was internal conflict. But Ye Mo had the power to annihilate all of Dian Cang.
He regretted his indulgence. If not for Bian Chao, Ye Mo wouldn’t have attacked Dian Cang. Now, he couldn’t save the sect, much less avenge it. He wished he’d given the sect leader position to Liu Rushan. If he’d known Bian Chao would cause such trouble, he would have killed him earlier. But now, it was too late.
Liu Rushan also stared dumbly at the deep ravine. He couldn’t understand. He clearly saw a huge, door-sized sword slice down, then vanish.
Was he dreaming? Liu Rushan looked at his open-mouthed disciples. He knew what he saw was real. Ye Mo had indeed swung a huge, door-sized sword, but it disappeared instantly.
At that moment, he no longer considered Bian Xihai’s wrongs. He felt only annoyance and hatred. Bian Chao had brought this calamity upon Dian Cang. Before, he’d spoken of Ye Mo as a big problem, only to bash Bian Xihai, but now he knew it was truly a huge problem, beyond their control. He was sure they would be next after Bian Xihai’s death.
Ye Mo sheathed his flying sword and walked slowly toward Bian Xihai. He had to kill him.
“A Mi Tuo Fo, Patron Ye, having killed the main culprit, why not stop now? It would be best!” A powerful, old voice sounded. Almost simultaneously, a monk with an obscured face appeared in the square.
Ye Mo was shocked. He’d kept his spirit sense alert, yet he hadn’t noticed the monk’s arrival. Was there such a powerful monk in the world? Though he’d used much spirit chi, less than half remained, he was still shocked.
“Wu Dao qian bei, please save us Dian Cang….” Hearing the voice, both Bian Xihai and Liu Rushan knelt and begged.
Wu Dao? Ye Mo looked carefully, but saw nothing special. He’d heard of this monk. Zhang Zhihui had said there were no great heaven masters in the world except Wu Dao, but that Wu Dao was only halfway to great heaven. Now, Ye Mo was sure Wu Dao wasn’t halfway; he couldn’t see Wu Dao’s face or power level.
Instantly, Ye Mo knew Wu Dao was stronger. Wu Dao might not kill him, but fighting would be unproductive.
What to do? A meddling monk! Should he fight?
He needed to fight to gauge the monk’s strength. Ye Mo wasted no time talking and leaped, his long sword aimed at Bian Xihai. He was certain the old monk would stop him.
As expected, when the sword reached Bian Xihai, the monk leaped, muttering a Buddhist chant and punching twice. Regardless of Ye Mo’s sword angles, the monk’s fists blocked them.
Crank, Crank. If Ye Mo hadn’t known the monk was empty-handed, he would have thought it was weapons clashing.
After several clashes, Ye Mo’s long sword was knocked aside, and he retreated several steps. He looked at Wu Dao coldly: “Monk, will you truly interfere?”
“A Mi Tuo Fo, Patron’s power is great. The chi in the sword has materialized, showing great wisdom. However, Patron’s killing intent is too dense. It’s best to come with me to the mountains to dispel your aggression.” Wu Dao said as if it were natural.
Ye Mo was furious, sneering, “Monk, you’ll take me away? Are you the peace police? Let’s see how you’ll capture me.”
The monk stopped talking and leaped, grabbing at Ye Mo with withered hands. Ye Mo condensed a chi fireball on his fist and punched Wu Dao.
“Bang bang….” After several more clashes, chi fire splattered, and Wu Dao retreated many meters, staring seriously at Ye Mo. He’d been tricked; Ye Mo’s chi fire had caused him great suffering. But Ye Mo didn’t fare well either, retreating over ten meters.
Ye Mo’s spirit sense scanned Wu Dao’s fist, finding it only slightly charred. His chi fire hadn’t affected Wu Dao at all.
So strong, Ye Mo thought. Even stage 4 chi gathering cultivators wouldn’t be unscathed after Ye Mo’s chi fireball.
“Patron’s power is strong, but will you really annihilate Dian Cang?” Wu Dao’s voice deepened, omitting his usual “A Mi Tuo Fo.”
Liu Rushan saw Wu Dao couldn’t subdue Ye Mo and was even more shocked. Wu Dao qian bei was the publicly acknowledged strongest in the outer hidden sects. Though said to be halfway to great heaven, no one knew his true strength.
If Ye Mo defeated Wu Dao, what would they do? Thinking this, Liu Rushan felt a chill. He’d seen how decisive Ye Mo was in killing.
Liu Rushan hesitated no longer, standing and saluting Ye Mo: “Young Master Ye, Bian Chao was indulged by his father and did wrong. Young Master Ye has killed Bian Chao. Please, for Wu Dao qian bei’s sake, stop. I swear, if Young Master Ye stops, our sect will hold no grudges. If we break this oath, may the heavens destroy us.”
“Fine, for Wu Dao qian bei’s sake, I’ll end this feud with Dian Cang. But I must kill Bian Xihai.” Ye Mo said coldly. He didn’t care about the others; besides, Wu Dao was there. Wu Dao’s power commanded Ye Mo’s respect, changing his greeting.
Wu Dao uttered “A Mi Tuo Fo” again: “Patron Ye, you’re too murderous. Since I’ve arrived, I won’t let you kill anymore.”
“Really?” Ye Mo suddenly flew up, heading outside Dian Cang. Before Wu Dao could react, a purple ray sliced across the sky like a comet, carrying away Bian Xihai’s head.
From down the mountain stairs, Ye Mo’s voice echoed, “Wu Dao qian bei, for your sake, I end the feud with Dian Cang. But if you dare come for me again, don’t blame me. As for dispelling my killing intent, I’m not interested now.”
Wu Dao seemed not to hear, murmuring, “It was a flying sword… the legendary flying sword…”
Liu Rushan and the others stared in terror at Bian Xihai’s corpse, shivering. That was Ye Mo’s killing blow. He was that strong. But soon, they felt lucky for their decision. Had they not spoken to Ye Mo while Wu Dao was there, they might be dead too.
“A Mi Tuo Fo.” The monk chanted again and vanished. Even Liu Rushan didn’t see how he left.
Liu Rushan wiped his sweat and said seriously, “From now on, Dian Cang sect will seal itself for five years, like He Liu Sect. Dian Cang members are forbidden from interacting with the Ye family.”