Chapter 748: Kill Them All

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

“Everyone, he’s injured! Don’t forget he’s a high-level herbal doctor, and he clearly has a secret method for materializing objects and manipulating inner qi fire. If we kill him, all that becomes ours. I, Len Quan, swear everyone gets a copy of his cultivation method and an equal share of his pills,” Len Quan said.

His words solidified the remaining great heaven masters’ resolve to kill Ye Mo. Ling Wushui remained silent, fearing Ye Mo more than Len Quan. He alone understood Ye Mo's cunning.

Ye Mo had meticulously planned everything. His actions demonstrated accurate predictions of his opponents' reactions, requiring both an astute mind and extensive combat experience. Continued fighting meant certain defeat for them. Ye Mo’s injuries were far less severe than they believed.

Ye Mo coldly surveyed the remaining great heaven masters, feeling no fear, only curiosity. Previous reports indicated few great heaven masters existed among the hidden sects; yet, many were present.

Most perplexing was the vast disparity in power among these masters. Several were no stronger than Tan Jiao, whom he’d faced in Beijing.

He recalled Ren Pingchuan’s explanation of true great heaven cultivation: the formation of a Qi Sea, not merely the breakthrough of the Ren and Du meridians. Those lacking a Qi Sea were impostors.

This method enhanced power but not longevity. True great heavens gained a sixty-year lifespan increase.

If Ren Pingchuan were correct, only a few true great heaven masters were present. Luo Xuan claimed Ci Hang Jing Mosque possessed only a few. Ye Mo doubted this, but if only peak cultivators qualified, then the Mosque indeed had only a couple.

He trusted Luo Xuan's judgment, implying a valid reason for her assessment. Regardless, the remaining ten were masters among masters, even the weakest surpassing Ren Pingchuan.

This battle had, however, restored some of Ye Mo’s cultivation essence. Fortunately, they remained unaware of his potent pills and were wary after their last encounter.

“I’ll initiate the first wave. Elder Hu and Sect Leader Liu, attack with me. Brother Ling, Sect Leader Wan, and Elder Zhang, the second wave. The rest, with Elder Jin, form the third. Our attacks must be continuous, no pauses,” Len Quan telepathically directed.

Ye Mo sneered, his spirit sense having intercepted the plan. Before they could strike, he unleashed his flying sword.

Simultaneously, Ye Mo launched fireballs at Len Quan and Ling Wushui, primarily targeting Elder Jin. As the third wave, he wouldn’t attack before Len Quan and Ling Wushui. This surprise attack would be most effective.

Ye Mo’s flying sword created a thousand afterimages, targeting Elder Jin and three others; two fireballs also struck Elder Jin.

“You’re courting death!” Len Quan, realizing Ye Mo’s knowledge of his plan, was enraged. He cleaved the fireballs with his axe, charging Ye Mo.

Ye Mo evaded the axe, punching the ground three meters to Elder Jin’s left.

Ling Wushui’s eyes narrowed. Why would Ye Mo willingly take damage instead of retreating? He sensed danger but couldn’t immediately grasp the reason.

Slice—Len Quan rejoiced at his axe breaking through Ye Mo’s clothes, only to find it had merely grazed Ye Mo’s skin before he moved. Blood welled, but Ye Mo’s cultivation essence quickly stopped it.

Simultaneously, a figure materialized before Ye Mo.

Elder Jin, though having dodged the fireballs, was unprepared for the inner qi fist. The force pierced his chest, creating a gaping hole.

Ye Mo’s flying sword spun, blocking Ling Wushui’s strike. Ling Wushui couldn’t comprehend Ye Mo’s ability to predict his sword’s trajectory.

Fear intensified. No matter the move or speed, Ye Mo instantly countered.

Clank—Ling Wushui’s hand felt lighter; he retreated in shock. His sword was shattered! He knew its strength; yet, it had been broken.

Ignoring Ling Wushui, Ye Mo waved his hand, invisible wind blades surrounding the three warriors injured by the flying sword.

Splurge—

The sound of steel piercing flesh echoed. No one saw the blade, but the three great heaven masters slated to attack with Elder Jin were gutted.

“Invisible sword chi!” Ling Wushui and Len Quan trembled. How many more tricks did this young man possess?

Another exchange left them with four fewer men; Ye Mo suffered only a slight chest wound.

Len Quan’s face darkened; he finally understood Ye Mo’s willingness to take his axe blow.

Ling Wushui’s face paled. This was the second time he’d been outmaneuvered. How much experience and calculation did this youth possess? Though older, their combined experience didn't equal his.

Ye Mo consumed more pills. He appeared calm, but knew victory wasn't guaranteed. His cultivation essence was rapidly depleting; he had to kill Ling Wushui or Len Quan in the next attack or he wouldn’t survive. His wounds weren’t serious, but his essence was dwindling.

“Ye Mo, you’re strong, but even killing us all, you’re no match for the three great sects. My power ranks second in the Kun Qian Sect. Let's end this; pretend nothing happened,” Ling Wushui proposed, fearing their deaths.

Len Quan stared at Ling Wushui in shock.

Two other great heaven masters, unable to endure, fled. Earth-level cultivators, seeing the great heaven masters retreat, also ran.

Ye Mo sneered, leaping up. He ignored Len Quan and launched dozens of fireballs and wind blades at the fleeing men. They wouldn’t escape.

Two more great heaven masters and over ten earth-level cultivators were killed, leaving behind only mutilated, burned corpses.

Len Quan and the others gasped—this young man was merciless; he wouldn’t even let them flee; he aimed for complete annihilation.