Chapter 130 Go to hell!
"You--!" Shi Zhenlin looked at Shi Zhuoyue angrily, unable to believe that his chance to return to the top was gone.
He believed Chi Li's words without a doubt, convinced that only a natural spiritual root could help him quickly break through to the Nascent Soul stage. Otherwise, if he relied on his own slow cultivation, it would take many years to succeed.
Who in this world doesn't want to take shortcuts? Shi Zhenlin is no exception.
Seeing that Shi Zhuoyue had already sat down cross-legged and started to practice Qi and refine his energy, he immediately flew over and pounced on him, "Unfilial son, how dare you disobey me? This Heavenly Spiritual Root is not something a loser like you can handle!"
While speaking, he slapped Shi Zhuoyue in the face. The fierce palm wind carried the pressure of a Jindan realm cultivator, which was frightening.
With a loud bang, Shi Zhuoyue was hit hard by the palm, blood spurted out of his mouth all over the ground, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.
He gritted his teeth but said nothing, just frantically refining his spiritual roots. His dried-up sea of qi let out a trembling hum under the surge of spiritual energy, and his cultivation level rose steadily with the infusion of spiritual energy.
Seeing this, Shi Zhenlin was afraid that if he didn't stop him, his spiritual root would be completely absorbed by him, so he immediately grabbed his neck, lifted him up from the ground, and pressed him against the wall.
"Since you've swallowed the Heavenly Spiritual Root, I have no choice but to cut open your stomach and take it out!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand, and his five nails grew rapidly as he thrust them towards Shi Zhuoyue's lower abdomen.
Shi Zhenlin's two strikes were incredibly swift, without a single ounce of hesitation. Qiu Qianling, standing nearby, was stunned, a chill running through her heart as she realized with horror that these two men were far more ruthless than she had imagined.
She suddenly remembered what Chi Yan said before she left, "If you don't want to die, run away."
She frowned as if she had realized something. Could it be that Xie Yuqing had already anticipated the current situation and warned her like this?
But it is also possible that Xie Yuqing returned the spiritual root to her just to provoke Shi Zhenlin and Shi Zhuoyue to kill each other!
However, Qiu Qianling had no time to think about it. If Shi Zhenlin really killed Shi Zhuoyue, she would be the next person to suffer.
Thinking of this, Qiu Qianling endured the waves of pain in his body, quickly got up from the ground, opened the door of the hall and flew out without looking back.
And just as she left, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Shi Zhuoyue's body, and a powerful force surged over, breaking Shi Zhenlin's five nails into pieces.
He staggered and took several steps back before he could barely stand. The smooth stone bricks on the ground were cracked.
Shi Zhenlin looked up at Shi Zhuoyue, only to see him shimmering with golden light and emitting a dangerous aura. His pupils couldn't help but tremble, "The final stage of the Golden Core, you actually reached the final stage of the Golden Core directly?"
Shi Zhuoyue raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling the surging power in his body, and laughed out loud, "Hahahaha, my cultivation has finally recovered!"
After laughing, he suddenly looked at Shi Zhenlin, "Dad, you are so cruel. You actually wanted to kill me just now!"
Recalling the pain he had suffered in the past period of time and Shi Zhenlin's cruelty and ruthlessness just now, the anger in his heart suddenly surged, and countless dark thoughts emerged.
Suddenly, a voice emerged from his heart, urging him, "Kill him! Kill him!"
"No, he is my father after all."
The voice became anxious and sharp, "If you don't kill him now, he will kill you sooner or later!"
Shi Zhenlin looked at his frantic appearance with red eyes, took a step back cautiously, and slowed down his tone, trying to make his voice sound calm. "Zhao Yue, after all, it was you who disobeyed first. Since you have already refined your Heavenly Spiritual Root, I will not bother with you. Let's put this matter behind us."
Shi Zhuoyue laughed in anger, his usually gentle face suddenly twisted and became ferocious. "Shi Zhenlin, you say it so lightly. What do you mean by letting it go? If you have the guts, let me kill you before you say that again!"
After saying that, he flew towards Shi Zhenlin and started fighting with him in the hall.
The fight between the two Jindan realm cultivators was extremely powerful. After a loud bang of the collision of spells, the entire Shangyang Palace began to shake, and it looked like it was about to collapse.
At this moment, the square was eerily quiet.
The cultivators of the Jinmen Immortal Palace never imagined that the once righteous sect leader and the once bright and noble senior brother could be so despicable and shameless behind the scenes. Their entire world view was completely refreshed.
Everyone looked at the shadow screen in the void with mixed feelings, only to see various magical arts colliding fiercely. The two men fought back and forth, and each move was extremely ruthless. Both sides looked determined to kill the other. They did not look like father and son, but rather like old enemies.
The cultivators dared not admit that these two people who had ferocious faces and even fought each other for the sake of the spiritual roots were the most respected objects of the sect. How embarrassing was that?
Chi Li, who was hiding in the safe house, was watching with great interest. Of course, it was more exciting to watch others fight to the death than to let others watch her compete with others on the stage.
But now it's her turn.
Chi Li withdrew her gaze, left the safe house, and walked to the square in front of Shangyang Palace.
When everyone saw her appear, they immediately cast looks at her that were filled with sympathy, resentment, and even a bit of ridicule.
Chi Li pretended not to notice and walked straight towards Yu Yixian. Just as she was about to ask her if the arena was set up, she looked up and saw two people fighting on the screen. She immediately cried out in surprise: "Oh my God, what are they doing? Stop it!!"
The moment those words fell, the fight came to an end.
Shi Zhenlin was ultimately defeated by Shi Zhuoyue, and was knocked to the ground by a powerful gust of wind from his palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood containing his internal organs.
"Dad, let me see you off for the last time."
Shi Zhuoyue smiled gently, raised his foot and stepped on Shi Zhenlin's hand. The sound of broken finger bones came from the soles of his feet, which was creepy.
Shi Zhenlin felt as if his palms were pierced by thousands of steel needles. The excruciating pain that pierced his heart from his fingers made him tremble all over. He instantly let out a shrill and hoarse scream, his voice tearful and blood-stained. "Shi Zhuoyue, you killed your father and your master, you shall not die a good death..."
Shi Zhuoyue looked at his painful expression and thought of the struggling kittens. He felt instantly satisfied and even his anger was alleviated.
Sure enough, he just enjoyed the feeling of wantonly humiliating and trampling on other people's lives.
"You can yell all you want. All the cultivators in the sect are in the square, busy watching Mom and Grandpa fight. No one will come to save you. You old, useless bastard, if you dare to snatch spiritual roots from me, you must be prepared to die at my hands!"
The sanctimonious young monk looked at the dying old man lying on the ground, without a trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes.
Anyway, his father is half useless, and it would be a waste of his spiritual energy if he were alive. He might even be a drag on him. Sending him to hell in advance would be considered his filial piety.
"Dad, don't worry. I will bless you with a long life. The spiritual roots are mine, and the position of sect leader will be mine sooner or later!"
Shi Zhuoyue gathered spiritual energy in his palm and slapped Shi Zhenlin on the heart.
"Ahhhh——!" Shi Zhenlin screamed miserably. His body, which had already been severely injured by Chi Qi, was now shattered to the bone and flesh. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand. He rolled his eyes in pain, his whole body twitched uncontrollably, he suffered from incontinence, and was in a miserable state. Finally, his neck twisted and he died.
Shi Zhuoyue then retracted his outward spiritual power. He felt that the anger in his heart had been completely vented, and he calmed down completely.
He felt the warmth and strength of his spiritual roots in his body, and a smile of joy appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Now he thinks it is a good idea to let his mother be the sect leader, so that when he breaks through the Nascent Soul stage, he can take over the position naturally.
Fortunately, he finally got the spiritual root. As for the fact that his mother didn't give him the spiritual root just now, forget it and forgive her this time.
However, if Xie Xiaohai were to compete with his mother, she would definitely lose, right? No, he had to go and help his mother.
As for Shi Zhenlin’s death... Shi Zhuoyue looked back at the empty doorway and decided to simply put the blame on Qiu Qianling.
At this time, he and Qiu Qianling were the only ones not in the square, so she was the best person to blame.
But he is the eldest brother who is upright, selfless and honest. How could he possibly kill his father?
It's obvious that no one would suspect him.
After Shi Zhuoyue sorted out his thoughts, he was about to walk out, but suddenly he noticed bloodstains on the hem of his clothes and stopped quickly.
He took out a new robe from his storage bag and put it on, then left the side hall. With a wave of his hand, a light breeze quietly closed the hall door.
Naturally, he also missed the scene where the corpse lying on the ground suddenly opened its eyes.
Shi Zhuoyue walked briskly along the aisle, the smile on his face becoming more and more warm and sincere. When he thought of the shocked expressions of the people in the sect when they saw that he had recovered his cultivation, the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily, and he even hummed a little tune.
He was secretly proud of himself, thinking that Liu Xiaoman, who had just blackmailed him, would definitely be scared to death, and might even kneel down and beg for his forgiveness immediately.
Of course, he would never forgive him.
Liu Xiaoman had gained so many benefits from me in the past, and now it's time for him to pay him back double.
Soon, Shi Zhuoyue walked out of Shangyang Palace from the side door. He looked up at the blue sky and took a deep breath. He felt the air was extremely fresh, which made him feel extremely comfortable.
I just feel that the world is vast, and my path to immortality from now on will be smooth!
However, when he turned his gaze back to the square, he found that everyone's eyes were fixed on him.
What? Could it be that they noticed his recovery so quickly and were waiting here to congratulate him?
Shi Zhuoyue restrained his smile and walked over in confusion.
Then, he saw the huge projection in the void, and the picture happened to be frozen at the moment when he killed Shi Zhenlin with a palm.
Chi Qi stood in front of the statue, looking at him with a cold face and indifference in her eyes.
Almost instantly, Shi Zhuoyue realized what had happened in the square. They had seen everything that had just happened in the side hall!
He stopped abruptly, the smile froze on his face, a chill ran up his spine, and even his fingertips began to tremble.
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