Chapter 48
Under the glazed tower, heavy rain was pouring down.
Stirred by numerous water-based spells, the spiritual energy of the heavens and earth here became incredibly violent, and a torrential downpour threatened to drown the entire world. The tower gates were tightly closed, and there was a deadly silence, save for the frightening clatter of raindrops hitting the glazed tiles.
Li Hun's moon-white figure led the charge, flanked by the Old Monster Xuanshui and Lord Fuhai, flanking him like wings of condensed malevolence. Wherever he passed, waves surged and a chill bit his bones. The towering seven-story glazed tower glowed faintly in the dim sky, its exquisite reliefs barely visible in the rain. It had become the last isolated island in the devastation.
Li Hun stopped in front of the tower, his eyes as cold as icicles. He raised his head, his voice not loud but carrying the unique pressure of a high-level cultivator, clearly transmitted to the top of the tower: "Lin Wuya, things have come to this, do you still want to be a coward? Show yourself, and I may let you choose a decent way to die."
His words echoed in the rain, and the tower remained silent. Only the wind blew through the glazed eaves, making a whimpering sound.
The dead silence completely ignited Li Hun's long-suppressed murderous intent. A cold arc curved his lips, and without further ado, he simply waved his hand forward—without a single command, a tidal wave of attack erupted behind him! A myriad of spiritual lights, piercing water arrows, and chilling ice blades merged into a destructive torrent, crashing fiercely into the glazed tower.
Just as the tower was shaking violently and seemed about to fall apart at the next moment, several figures suddenly shot out from the tower!
The leader was none other than Shen Qing, his cyan robe already soaked by the rain. His face was as cold as steel, and the longsword in his hand hummed. Seeing the barrage of attacks coming towards him, his hair and beard stood on end, and with a roar, he unleashed his Qi-Consolidation Stage cultivation without reservation! A solid, thick cyan light shield instantly unfolded, blocking the tower. Behind him, several elders also took action, their sword auras and shimmering talismans illuminating one after another. Like rivers flowing into the sea, they poured their full strength onto the light shield, weaving together a brilliant and resilient line of spiritual defense, attempting to stabilize this final barrier.
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot!" The old monster Xuanshui sneered, his turbid eyes full of contempt, and he slammed the water-calling staff with a water snake relief in his hand to the ground. A huge turbid wave wrapped in mud and sand and emitting a fishy smell rose up out of thin air, carrying the water elemental power that corrodes everything, and slammed towards the seemingly solid light shield!
Fu Haijun on the side seemed even more impatient. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. He just stretched out his skinny fingers and casually flicked the compass in his hand that was engraved with intricate star patterns - an invisible and intangible yet vast force broke through the air and attacked. Wherever it passed, the air was distorted and compressed, making a shrill and sharp explosion!
“Bang!”
Amidst a deafening roar, the light shield, the combined might of several elders, shattered like paper under the combined blow of two Spiritualization Stage masters. Shen Qing and the others were struck by lightning, blood gushing out wildly. They were thrown uncontrollably backwards, slamming heavily into the tower, unable to rise again.
The obstacle was removed. Li Hun exchanged glances with Xuan Shui and Fu Hai. The three of them rose from the ground at the same time, their figures passing through the layers of eaves like ghosts, and in an instant they landed steadily on the platform at the top of the tower.
The wind and rain seemed to have subsided quietly at this moment.
The platform at the top of the tower was wide, and the glazed tiles were slippery and reflected the light. Looking up, they finally saw the target of their journey -
A man stood alone at the end of the tower's eaves, his figure as tall and straight as an ancient pine tree, his dark robe rustling in the wind. With his back to the three of them, he gazed toward Yunshan Mountain, as if the brutal battle below the tower had nothing to do with him. Only when he sensed an approaching presence behind him did he slowly turn around. His face was devoid of any fear, only an unnatural pallor. His eyes, as deep as an ancient well, met Li Hun's, calmly, those eyes that threatened to spit fire.
"Lin, Wu, Ya!"
Li Hun's chest heaved violently. The pain of his son's death and the hatred for his sect clashed to a crescendo, nearly consuming his sanity. He stared intently at the calm face across from him, grappling with each word between his teeth: "My son's life, the loss of my twelve elite Wangjiang Tower soldiers, I will demand your own death today!"
However, facing this overwhelming hatred, Lin Wuya simply tilted his head slightly, his eyes as indifferent as if he were looking at an insignificant object. The corners of his mouth even curled up slightly, and then he said softly: "If I hear the truth in the morning, I am willing to die in the evening. Master Li, your son is willing to sacrifice himself for my great plan and glimpse the mystery of the great way. It is his good fortune. You should be relieved."
"You lunatic...die!"
These words, bordering on blasphemy against the dead, were the final straw that broke the camel's back. Li Hun, assuming he was deeply possessed, didn't bother to consider his words. His eyes instantly turned crimson, his rationality completely shattered. The immense spiritual energy of his Qi-integration stage erupted, and without even relying on the two incarnations behind him, he transformed into a stream of light and charged forward himself, his five fingers forming claws as he went straight for Lin Wuya's throat!
A faint light flashed in Lin Wuya's eyes, as if he had anticipated it. He retreated vaguely, and at the same time, he waved his sleeves repeatedly. Several exquisite talismans were instantly activated, turning into layers of spiritual shields to protect him. As his finger gestures changed, he also counterattacked with fierce spiritual power.
“Bang, bang, bang—!”
Li Hun's furious blows shattered his spiritual shields one after another, sending glazed tiles flying. Though Lin Wuya's moves were exquisite, the vast difference in realm was difficult to bridge. Peak Nascent Soul and He Qi, though only one stage apart, were still worlds apart. Within a few moves, he was in imminent danger. His robes were ripped by the fierce energy, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he stumbled backward, evidently suffering from internal concussion.
Li Hun refused to give in and launched another killing move. A highly condensed water element palm print gathered and was about to strike Lin Wuya's chest...
However, at this critical moment——
"Don't be so arrogant!"
A delicate cry exploded from the sky like thunder! A streak of crimson light pierced the rain curtain at astonishing speed, like a meteorite falling from the sky, crashing down between Lin Wuya and Li Hun! The powerful impact shattered the glazed tiles on the tower's roof, sending water and debris scattering everywhere.
The light faded, revealing Su Hong. Her hair was disheveled, blood stained the corners of her mouth. Her once bright face was now as pale as paper, her breathing erratic, and her left arm drooped limply. While it was unknown how she had managed to escape the Water Rakshasa's grasp, it was clear she had sustained severe injuries in the previous fight.
However, at this moment her eyes were burning with determination, and the long sword in her hand suddenly glowed red. Regardless of her own injuries, she used all her strength to chop towards Li Hun's palm print!
"boom!"
The crimson sword energy and the azure palm print collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar. Su Hong's body trembled violently, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. However, with this desperate momentum, he forced Li Hun back a step!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, she quickly turned around and supported Lin Wuya, whose face had turned even paler. Her anxious eyes swept over him, and her voice trembled with anxiety: "Sect Master! Are you okay?"
Lin Wuya shook his head with difficulty, indicating that he was fine, then leaned over to her ear and whispered something.
When Su Hong heard this, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.
Afterwards, blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth, the wound on her chest was still bleeding, the spiritual power in her body was disordered, and she was even a little unsteady when standing, but she still held the sword, slowly turned around, and stared at the three people in front of her.
"Li Hun, I didn't expect you to be so arrogant!" Su Hong shouted angrily, her voice hoarse from her injuries. "Even before we entered the mountain, we warned you many times that the Yunshan Secret Realm was fraught with danger! It was you, Wangjiang Tower, blinded by greed and coveting the secret treasures, who insisted on letting Li Jue in. Now he has died in the secret realm, and instead of reflecting on your own mistakes, you are blaming us?"
"Blame?" Li Hun sneered. He brought the ink-black flute to his lips and blew out an eerie melody. A twisted water pattern appeared on the ground, winding like a venomous snake, encircling Lin Wuya and Su Hong in a water circle about ten feet in radius. "What a 'blame'! You would never imagine that the direct blood relatives of my Wangjiang Tower have a unique soul resonance technique! Before my son died, he had already transmitted his experiences in the secret realm into my sea of consciousness. It was the two disciples of your Bo Deng Sect who entered the secret realm with him who deliberately misled him, leading him to this deadly situation! Now the evidence is irrefutable, and you two cannot afford to quibble!"
Then, under his instructions, Xuanshui and Fuhai, who had been waiting behind him for a long time, both had fierce eyes and launched fierce attacks at the two people in the water circle!
Su Hong saw the killing move coming and knew she was no match for it. She quickly turned to Lin Wuya and said anxiously, "Now that things have come to this, Sect Master, why haven't you let Elder Yu out of seclusion yet?!"
Unexpectedly, as she finished her words, Li Hun in front of her burst into wild laughter, and the sound of Mo Xiao suddenly became sharp and piercing: "Hahaha... Elder Yu? You woman, I'm afraid you've lost your mind because of the imminent death! That old guy was seriously injured by my sect's Fu Haijun a hundred years ago. His vitality was completely lost. I'm afraid he has already turned into a pile of dry bones by now - please? I want to see where you can invite him out for me!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Su Hong's face suddenly changed when she heard this, and she scolded him harshly, "Elder Yu is just practicing in seclusion and can't show up!"
However, when she subconsciously turned her gaze to Lin Wuya beside her for confirmation, she saw that the latter remained silent in the face of Li Hun's "slander", and the depths of his eyes were as still as dead water, without a ripple.
This unnatural silence made Su Hong's heart sink to the bottom, and a chill ran down her spine. She reached out a trembling hand and pointed at Lin Wuya, her voice shattered by extreme fear and disbelief. "Could it be that what he said... is true? Elder Yu, he had already..."
Before she finished asking, her face had turned completely pale. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Wuya's sleeve, squeezing so hard that her knuckles turned white. "What about Yibai?! You said you sent Yibai to practice under Elder Yu..."
"If Elder Yu has already passed away, then where is Yibai now?"
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