The Legend of Futian

Chapter 1864 God of Carnage

Chapter 1864 God of Carnage

Xia Qingyuan raised her head to look at the outside of the palace. Streams of invisible energy were dashing against the seal she set up. She knew that Han Lin might have discovered something.

He wouldn’t be so rude otherwise.

Xia Qingyuan turned around and stared at the silver-haired man who was sitting with his legs crossed. Surrounded by a bright light while cultivating, Ye Futian had returned to full health by now. Complemented by his white clothes and silver hair, his handsome and exquisite face seemed more mature and more charming.

He opened his eyes and shot a glance at Xia Qingyuan. "Open the seal."

According to the information that Xia Qingyuan and the Black Wind Condor had gathered outside of Senluo Manor, the chief of the Senluo Manor had achieved the Divine Wheel Seventh Order yet didn’t have a perfect Divine Wheel. Although he sounded like a capable man, Ye Futian should be able to deal with him with no trouble.

Han Lin hovered by the side of the cliff where the palace was located. His divine consciousness inspected the palace once the seal was lifted. He instantly noticed the other man in addition to Xia Qingyuan and the Black Wind Condor.

He paid no heed to Ye Futian before as he was nothing but a dying man they picked up on the road. Nevertheless, Ye Futian seemed like such a dreamy and extraordinary man now. Everything looked perfect when he was next to Xia Qingyuan. It was as though it was only right for them to stand side by side.

At this moment, Han Lin’s eyes were icy and piercing.

He realized that he had been played.

Everything he dreamed about before was his own wishful thinking.

He had cultivated for so many years. The last thing he would expect was to be played by a young woman. He thought Xia Qingyuan was unworldly and naive, yet he only discovered now that she had him eating out of her hand. He even sent her their cultivation methods and the corpse puppets.

Han Lin was afraid that plenty of subordinates in the Senluo Manor would laugh at him in secret because of this.

Other cultivators also stepped forward and stood behind Han Lin. They obviously saw Ye Futian as well and became aware of what happened. Everyone’s face was grim at the thought that the Senluo Manor had fallen into the enemy’s trap.

One of the Renhuangs shot a glance at the ashen-faced Ying Qing. Considering what the master of the You Pavilion just said and what they were witnessing now, Ying Qing was probably involved in this scheme. Even if she were not, the vice chief he knew would never let her off the hook easily.

Xia Qingyuan and Ye Futian stepped out, followed by the Black Wind Condor. They raised their heads and looked at Han Lin, who was hovering in midair. Xia Qingyuan didn’t hide her aversion and contempt for Han Lin this time. Han Lin cracked a scornful smile when he saw her expression. It was unclear if he was ridiculing herself or himself.

Ye Futian was quite calm and looked at Han Lin indifferently as if Han Lin was a dead man walking.

"I’m very curious about your plan. What can you possibly do even if you managed to save him?" Han Lin said to Xia Qingyuan. He didn’t ask about her real identity; it was pointless.

He already determined that both Xia Qingyuan and Ye Futian had to die the moment he saw Ye Futian. There was no other way.

He was going to turn Ye Futian into a corpse puppet before. How could he let him leave Senluo Manor alive now?

That being said, he was still mildly shocked that Ye Futian could get back on his feet. Maybe it had something to do with how Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan cultivated together.

Xia Qingyuan didn’t respond to Han Lin’s question. Ye Futian took a step forward, his white robe flapping even though there was no wind. Wisps of the energy of the Great Path were flowing freely.

Han Lin glanced at them and said, "Leave the woman for me. Bring the man and that damn beast to the You Pavilion and refine them into corpse puppets."

He didn’t call Xia Qingyuan "Goddess" or by her name. The name she told him must be fake since everything else was a lie.

He didn’t plan on killing Xia Qingyuan just yet. He wanted to make sure that she would pay the price. Just like how he treated the other women, he would play with and torture her to his heart’s content before transforming her into the most beautiful corpse puppet he had ever owned.

Han Lin’s subordinates rushed forward one after the other. An old man among them was a middle-level Renhuang with frightening strength. He was charged with the Death Will and created numerous shadows of death at once. The shadows hovered above Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan and quickly surrounded the entire palace with a grand matrix of ghosts.

The matrix was filled with ghosts and the terrifying energy of the Death, which could attack people’s spiritual souls.

The old man’s hand made a gripping gesture toward Ye Futian. Hundreds of ghosts immediately pounced on Ye Futian ferociously.

Ye Futian’s body radiated brilliantly and emitted the Sword Will that effectively frightened and warded off the ghosts.

Buzz!

A blinding blade of light flashed, and the Sword Will pierced the sky straight away. The shadows, ghosts, and the matrix that enveloped the palace shattered into a million pieces in an instant.

The old man was alarmed. Endless gray death current wrapped around his body, and a gigantic ghostly shadow emerged.

Ye Futian took a brief look at him and stepped forward. His sword penetrated the space.

A shocking storm of the Sword Qi took shape as the glaring Sword Will tore up the space of the Great Path. The man felt like his body was about to split the moment it happened. The superpowerful Sword Will locked on him and made his soul tremble.

Bang! Jets of Death Will gushed out. The old man leaped high into the air, wishing to escape.

But the attack happened so fast. The sword already reached him almost at the same time it glowed.

With a deafening exploding sound, people saw the old man shake violently with a through-and-through wound in his body. He was bound by the Sword Will and gradually faded away.

"No..."

Panic-stricken, the old man let out a bellow before his body blew up. Even the top of the mountains behind him was flattened by the shocking blade of light.

All the cultivators in Senluo Manor fixed their eyes at the source of the commotion with concern.

A succession of powerful Renhuangs hurried in that direction. Their divine consciousnesses already covered the area and helped them grasp the situation.

Before long, several cultivators showed up in the nearby field around the palace where Ye Futian was. Although there was no high-level Renhuang, plenty of lower Renhuangs and middle-level Renhuangs arrived at the scene.

Only the chief of Senluo Manor was a high-level Renhuang.

Even so, some of the middle-level Renhuangs, especially the ones at the Divine Wheel Sixth Order, were intimidating enough. The Will of Death enshrouded the palace Ye Futian was in and turned into a giant death trap.

"Divine Wheel Second Order and a perfect Divine Wheel." The crowd stared at Ye Futian, astounded. No wonder the middle-level Renhuang was slaughtered instantly. A cultivator in the Divine Wheel Second Order who also possessed a perfect Divine Wheel was easily comparable to a middle-level Renhuang without a perfect Divine Wheel. A talented one might even be able to kill a middle-level Renhuang in the Divine Wheel Fourth Order.

Several puppets were ordered to move forward in an attempt to ascertain Ye Futian’s strength. These ghastly puppets lunged at Ye Futian right away.

Ye Futian stood there in silence and darted a disdainful glance at the puppets. A stream of the frosty will of the Great Path flowed out and froze the entire space. Those corpse puppets quickly iced up soon and couldn’t move. Then their bodies were destroyed by the Sword Will.

Quite some cultivators of Senluo Manor frowned with concern. How could this man be so formidable?

Ye Futian directed his eyes at one of the men surrounding him and said, "Cultivating in such an evil way. You deserve to die."

He floated in midair. The Yin Divine Light shone from the full moon hanging in the sky and illuminated the vast field. Everyone trembled as the bitter and piercing coldness spread through their limbs and crept down their spines.

Many middle-level Renhuangs’ faces turned grim. The energy permeated all of the space and suppressed all the other cultivators by slowing down the flow speed of their Will of the Great Path.

The divine light of the full moon froze the bodies of the cultivators who were in the Lower Renhuang Plane.

"Be careful," the master of the You Pavilion reminded others in a low voice. Many people wanted to back off. But the bright divine light shone upon them immediately, carrying tremendous power of the Yin Divine Thunder.

Bang... A frightened look flashed across the face of a Lower Renhuang. His body was smashed to smithereens the next moment. Then, the same thing happened to other Renhuangs all over the place.

Along with a series of loud and deadened thumps, a number of cultivators exploded and died a gruesome death.

The Lower Renhuangs were not the only ones who were affected. Even some weaker middle-level Renhuangs were also destroyed by the Yin Divine Light.

"Form the matrix." The powerful middle-level Renhuangs were scared. They were affected by the Yin Divine Light as well and were exerting their strength to resist it. As the Power of Death surging inside of their bodies, they formed the Yin Matrix and created countless terrifying shadows of the Reaper. The Divine Light of Death launched a series of onslaughts on Ye Futian with horrifying Ripples of Death and was going to turn the mountain he was on into an enormous tomb.

Buzz!

A glaring divine sword materialized in front of Ye Futian with a clanking sound.

The divine sword shot out streaks of penetrating Sword Will, which blended with the Yin Divine Light.

The divine sword flew upward after Ye Futian pointed his finger at the sky. With a string of harsh and grating sounds, the divine sword ripped apart the Ripples of Death and slashed through the sky. The tomb exploded, and the sword floated in front of the full moon.

The Sword Will of Yin reached its peak after the Yin Divine Light released by the moon poured into the divine sword. No one could withstand its power.

"Kill," Ye Futian uttered. The divine sword dashed out like a bolt of lightning.

Fizz... Fizz... Fizz...

The blade of light penetrated the bodies of many Renhuangs before the divine sword returned to Ye Futian.

The cultivators in the sky were filled with terror. Then they blew up one by one.

Han Lin’s heart sunk a little deeper as each of his people died. A great number of cultivators were hit, and none of them survived.

The master of the You Pavilion was also scared witless. He couldn’t understand why Ye Futian was so powerful.

Did Han Lin bring the God of Carnage back to Senluo Manor?

Ying Qing’s heart was also pounding wildly. Speechless and dumbfounded, she stared at Ye Futian with her black eyes!