Chapter 492: Gruesome Battle Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Ren Pingchuan’s cane struck with explosive force, shaking the entire square. Even the sect members on the sidelines were suffocating from the attack; Ye Mo, at its forefront, fared far worse.

Seeing the tornado-like wind rushing toward him, Ye Mo’s heart sank. He knew Ren Pingchuan aimed to shatter his legs completely. If that blow landed, even immediate Foundation Establishment wouldn't restore them.

He had to use his trump card. He knew his flying sword wouldn't harm Ren Pingchuan, but he used it anyway, simultaneously focusing all his chi against the tornado's force.

His attack aimed to prevent Ren Pingchuan from further infusing the tornado with inner qi. Otherwise, he couldn’t have blocked it.

And this was Ren Pingchuan not wanting to kill him! Otherwise, Ye Mo would have been flattened.

Rumble!

Ye Mo’s chi and Ren Pingchuan’s qi clashed, creating a huge explosion that shattered nearby rocks. This spectacle meant little to immortal cultivators, but it shocked the mortal martial artists present.

“Sword control!” Ren Pingchuan exclaimed, shocked. He saw Ye Mo’s sword pierce from an odd angle. He wasn’t some Wang Lenchan; he recognized inner qi control of the flying sword.

Such a thing existed? Astonishment filled Ren Pingchuan’s heart. He immediately ceased infusing the tornado with qi, redirecting it to attack Ye Mo’s sword.

Even at his peak, Ye Mo’s flying sword couldn't harm Ren Pingchuan, much less now, at the end of his strength.

Ren Pingchuan’s inner qi clashed with Ye Mo’s flying sword, revealing a mystical power and control. Ren Pingchuan actually closed his eyes, seemingly enlightened. His hands subconsciously met Ye Mo’s sword.

He was clearly learning from it. Otherwise, Ye Mo’s sword would have been instantly seized.

The force sent Ye Mo flying, smashing him into a rock wall.

He felt his hands about to break. Despite blocking most of the force, his legs were forced into a squat, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones.

Ye Mo was shocked. He quickly swallowed all his lotus life pills.

As he did, his hand broke and the bottle fell. More cracks sounded as his leg broke, and he fell.

As the lotus life pills began to heal his injuries, his bone was crushed again.

Ye Mo felt lucky he’d used his flying sword early and that the tornado was weakening. Otherwise, with continued qi infusion, his limbs would have been pulverized.

He looked at his flying sword, his expression ugly. It posed no threat to Ren Pingchuan, who sat cross-legged, eyes closed, seemingly in contemplation. ‘This old fart.’ Ye Mo retrieved his sword immediately.

But Ren Pingchuan’s hands kept moving. Ye Mo was shocked. If Ren Pingchuan reached Great Heaven from this, Ye Mo wouldn’t survive.

He wouldn’t let him remain in that enlightened state. He used his flying sword, rapidly piercing Ren Pingchuan’s shoulder, but Ren Pingchuan remained seated, his hands moving.

Suddenly, a strong force erupted from Ren Pingchuan. Ye Mo was stunned. Ren Pingchuan was beginning to reach Great Heaven! Was the force this immense? It seemed Tan Jiao hadn't truly been Great Heaven.

Just as Ye Mo was about to attack again, Xiang Mingwang yelled, “The Sect Leader is about to ascend! Ye Mo is finished; attack!”

Even uninjured, facing so many masters would be difficult. Ye Mo sensed they were stronger than Wang Lenchan’s entourage.

Slash, slash—Ye Mo killed six Earth and Black level attackers with his flying sword, but his inner qi and spirit sense rapidly depleted.

Slash—Xiang Mingwang’s long sword pierced Ye Mo’s chest.

Ye Mo used his chi to accelerate the lotus life pills, but his injuries were too severe. Even multiple pills couldn’t help; his wounds only multiplied. He knew his death was imminent.

His flying sword fought Xiang Mingwang 80% of the time, the rest against others. The pills' potency weakened until, when he could move one hand, it vanished entirely.

Despair flashed across Ye Mo’s eyes—was this his end?

At that moment, Ren Pingchuan let out a long howl, a huge force erupting from his body. Ye Mo’s heart sank further. Even without reaching Great Heaven, escape was impossible; standing was impossible.

He considered his options, then took a wooden box from his ring and threw it at Xiang Mingwang. “This is my heritage, take it!”

Xiang Mingwang caught it reflexively. Ye Mo immediately said, “Xiang Mingwang, that’s a bomb. Tell your men to stop, or I detonate it.”

He held a detonator, acquired from the Fu brothers, along with the bomb. He didn't know its power, but it wouldn't be weak.

Even in death, he could take this entire sect with him, preventing them from going after Flowing Snake.

Xiang Mingwang subconsciously looked at the box and the detonator. After a few seconds, he said, “You’re a martial artist, yet you resort to such low tactics?”

Ye Mo sneered, sitting on the ground. “If you dare put it down, I detonate it. Try me! And since when are martial artists forbidden from using advanced technology?”

Xiang Mingwang said calmly, “Ye Mo, a bomb won’t affect me. Even a machine gun wouldn’t. Hand over your heritage and detonator, and end yourself. I promise not to trouble your family.”

Ye Mo wanted to jeer, but the burning in his dantian made him spit blood. He knew even without Xiang Mingwang’s interference, his time was short. His lotus life pills were gone.

He knew Xiang Mingwang was right. An average bomb would only injure or kill him. He could only hope this bomb was extraordinary.

Xiang Mingwang was about to set the bomb aside when Ye Mo gave a final warning, “Xiang Mingwang, if you put it down, I detonate it.”

Xiang Mingwang was furious but dared not disobey. If it were a powerful bomb, he would destroy the entire sect.

Meanwhile, Ye Mo tried gathering chi. He needed only a little, but couldn't manage it.

“Xiang Mingwang, tell your men to retreat to the gate, or I will do it,” Ye Mo threatened coldly. Once they retreated to a specific point, he could escape on his sword.

Xiang Mingwang didn’t want to, but he had no choice. He dared not risk himself or the sect.

Meanwhile, Ren Pingchuan's power grew. Ye Mo worried; Ren Pingchuan was about to break through. Desperately, he bit his tongue, spitting blood, forcibly gathering some chi. He then summoned his sword and flew into the sky.

Before they reacted, Ye Mo pressed the detonator. He knew if Ren Pingchuan awoke, escape would be impossible.

“Haha, I have finally reached Great Heaven!” Before Ren Pingchuan could savor his success, a huge explosion rocked the valley.

Rumble—the ensuing explosion and blinding light made Ye Mo dizzy.

He lost control of his sword and fell unconscious, the sword plunging into the Lian Cang River.