Zhen Shuangliu's fingers were almost completely tightened.
At this critical moment, Hua Yanwang's spiritual energy suddenly became chaotic like a countercurrent.
Zhen Shuangliu sensed the other party's unusual behavior, but he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. By now, he was completely disheartened and didn't care whether the Taotie Lord was deliberately showing weakness or playing some deliberate trick. Daoyuan was gathering power in his palm, ready to unleash it. If he tightened his grip, he would be done with it.
However, just before he closed his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Hua Yanwang spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Zhen Shuangliu opened his eyes and looked at Hua Yanwang's cracked skin. The other party was suddenly covered with fine wrinkles all over his body, like a piece of porcelain that had been dropped. Blood was flowing out of these fine wrinkles, almost dyeing the Taotie Lord into a blood gourd from head to toe.
This wasn't just the minor skirmish he'd just had when his spiritual energy was scrambled. Judging from his opponent's condition, Hua Yanwang had been nearly skinned alive. If this was a desperate, self-destructive tactic, then Hua Yanwang had practically staked half his entire fortune on it.
"Is the Jinyun Realm backlashing?" Zhen Shuangliu paused his movements. He quickly deduced what had happened based on his opponent's condition, and made no secret of his gloating expression. "From the looks of it, you've at least been shattered."
Hua Yanwang glared, his eyes burning bloodshot with rage. If he hadn't retained a modicum of fear and common sense, he would have personally shoved every sarcastic remark back into Zhen Shuangliu's throat, word for word.
Unfortunately, he could do this half a moment ago, but now he can't.
His death trap broken, his body severely compromised. Zhen Shuangliu had only temporarily paused his blast at Daoyuan, not completely lowering his guard to shake hands and make peace. Judging from the snake's desperate aura, even a single blink could trigger its suicidal tendencies—in his current state, a single explosion could cost him his life.
Hua Yanwang was filled with anger and resentment, but he forced a grimace on his face. "My family is in trouble, and I've made a fool of myself. Now we're evenly matched, so there's no need to fight to the death. I was impulsive before, and I won't be so presumptuous to visit again... Put Daoyuan down, and I'll leave now."
At this moment, the Taotie Lord was eager to return home, wishing he could dart back to the Jinyun Lianhuan Realm in the blink of an eye to see what was going on. You know, a boundary membrane is easier to break from the inside than from the outside. For example, in a deadly situation, tearing the boundary membrane from the inside would require at least the strength of a Jindan, while opening it from the outside would require a Mahayana cultivator.
However, at the Mahayana level, cultivators could sense each other, and could always roughly sense who had left their lair and who had fled. If any Mahayana cultivator besides himself had deliberately approached the Jinyun Realm, Hua Yanwang would never have fought the Spirit Serpent Lord. After all, he should have noticed his home was on fire long before he chose to enter the Spirit Serpent Realm.
Since it wasn't an external threat, it must be an internal one. The power connected to the death zone also fed back to Hua Yanwang in the same way—the attack was from the inside out.
But how could this be possible? Taotie was terribly anxious, yet completely bewildered. He had connected the Jinyun Chain Realm to his own body, and the benefits were obvious, but so were the flaws. Although he occasionally felt incredibly hungry, he wasn't completely clueless, and it was impossible for him not to be on guard.
Cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage were not allowed to enter from outside the Death Land's boundary membrane. As for the other three worlds encircled by the Death Land, he allocated his spiritual consciousness to guard the few relay arrays. As for the group of cultivators kept in the Death Land, as soon as their cultivation reached the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, they would be brought to the Jin Land... His pre-arrangements ensured that no one would slip through the net and use any magical tools or techniques to conceal their true cultivation. Their true cultivation levels would be exposed under scrutiny.
But even so, his death place was broken from the inside.
The Death Land was a giant bag of blood and malice, a place where even a cultivator with sensitive spiritual senses could be choked to tears. Years ago, he had exploited the terrain to defeat Jiaotu, and since then, no one beyond their level of cultivation could enter this place.
Hua Yanwang found it unbelievable, unbelievable, and puzzled. Could it be that the spatial boundary membrane could be broken by cultivators below the fifth level of foundation building?
Even if we randomly pick up a dozen Jindan cultivators and throw them in, there may not be half of them who can do this, right?
Hua Yanwang's mind was no longer on Zhen Shuangliu's little drop of Daoyuan. Now he just wanted to return to his hometown as soon as possible to stop the loss, and it would be best if he could catch the culprit and skin him alive and eat him piece by piece.
Yet, at this crucial moment, Zhen Shuangliu not only refused to let him go easily, but instead added insult to injury, saying, "Want to leave? Okay, Master Taotie, hand over the half drop of Dao Source you mentioned earlier, and I, Zhen, will not stop you."
At this point, even offering a single drop would be like dancing on his heart, squeezing the oil out of his bones. Although Hua Yanwang knew the other party was extorting money, he was still so angry at Zhen Shuangliu's exorbitant price that he was speechless. He finally swallowed his anger at being unlucky and said viciously, "Didn't the Spirit Snake Master say he didn't want it just now?"
"It's a different time now." Zhen Shuangliu straightened his sleeves, a cold smile on his thin face. "Zhen just figured it out. Although I always blow this thing up, I won't waste even a drop - I can even feed it to the dog."
If Zhen Shuangliu's hand had not yet loosened from the half-drop of Daoyuan that was about to explode, and if the other party had not almost explicitly used "exploding Daoyuan" as a threat in his words, Hua Yanwang would have pounced on him and chewed his head into pieces.
"Okay, okay, okay!" Hua Yanwang uttered the three "Okay"s in quick succession, then without stopping, he dashed off. He had previously been held hostage by Zhen Shuangliu because he had completely disregarded life and death. Now that things had come to this, he doubted that Zhen Shuangliu still had such a strong will to die.
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