251: Chapter 251 Bloodbath at the Yellow Springs Pavilion, Wang Chen Appears

"You're just going to let him go like that?" Lei Xuanji asked in confusion.

"Heh, he won't get away. The person meant to kill him is already waiting for him..." Hun Tiandi spoke in a low, eerie voice.

Hearing this, Lei Xuanji and her group did not ask further. Despite Hun Tiandi's youth, he always had a plan for everything he did.

Hun Tiandi remained silent, continuously fueling the ten thousand soul banner. He allowed the Poison Dragon Beast Soul to incessantly devour the baleful aura as they moved steadily toward the Yellow Spring Pavilion.

After its evolution, the ten thousand soul banner had birthed a touch of spirituality. It hovered in mid-air, following closely behind.

The ten thousand soul banner was an Earth-tier Low-rank Demonic Tool.

Having devoured endless baleful aura and beast souls in the Beast Sea, the banner had undergone a transformation. Hun Tiandi and his group moved with extreme speed.

Rumble!

Enormous waves of energy surged continuously into the beast soul. Nourished by the misty energy, the beast soul's power grew increasingly formidable, with two of its heads already becoming quite solid.

Terrifying vortices formed in the sky, drawing in the mist from all directions.

"Eh, is this... Duan Hun's corpse?"

Suddenly, after an unknown amount of time, they discovered Duan Hun's body in the mountain forest. There were three wounds: the forehead, the heart, and the dantian.

Three vital spots struck—what ruthless methods, what a fast sword!

Yan Xing had also fought his way up from the bottom. With his sharp eyes, he immediately saw how powerful the person who struck was.

Fast, ruthless, and precise!

These three elements were displayed with absolute mastery.

Hun Tiandi looked at Duan Hun's remains, a cold sneer curling his lips. An Lin truly had not disappointed him.

Half a day later, the group finally arrived before the mountain gate of the Yellow Spring Pavilion.

"Yellow Spring Pavilion, today shall be a bloodbath!"

Hun Tiandi said coldly. Without a second thought, he reached into the air and grabbed the ten thousand soul banner that was spinning above his head.

Swoosh!

He suddenly hurled it into the air. Like a purple spear, it tore through the sky and headed toward the space above the Yellow Spring Pavilion.

Immediately following, a burst of pure Dou Qi erupted and entered the ten thousand soul banner. The resulting explosion of dark purple mist surged and billowed, sealing off the entire Yellow Spring Pavilion.

It covered the area completely, faintly merging into one with the Misty Mountain Range.

He first laid down a restriction on the surroundings to prevent anyone from escaping.

"What's going on? What exactly is that dark purple light barrier?"

This move by Hun Tiandi caused the elders and disciples of the Yellow Spring Pavilion to panic instantly, and they all looked up at the sky.

"It's rare for someone to attack the Yellow Spring Pavilion. Just who is it?" The elders of the Yellow Spring Pavilion, glowing with light, arrived from all directions and gathered on the square.

Quite a few disciples had also gathered, looking around with fear in their eyes.

Buzz!

While they were in a state of uncertainty, the dark purple light barrier fluctuated slightly. Four people walked in, led by a youth in a black robe with a handsome face that carried a maturity beyond his years.

The three people behind him stood separately, each wrapped in black robes, all radiating a chilling killing intent.

"Who are you to dare provoke the Yellow Spring Pavilion? You must be tired of living..."

A leading elder shouted in reprimand.

Jie jie jie!

"I am your doom! I shall wash the Yellow Spring Pavilion in blood!" A cold indifference appeared on Hun Tiandi's handsome face. With a flip of his hand, the nether demonic zither, which had been continuously absorbing the Qi of Myriad Desires, manifested in his left hand.

The demonic zither flickered with a strange and demonic light. His right hand landed on the strings, and his five fingers plucked lightly, creating a series of afterimages.

He lacked the elegance of a typical zither master, yet he radiated a majestic and imposing aura.

As the strings were pulled, it was as if he were wielding a murderous weapon.

Ding dong...

The strings were plucked one by one in a smooth, flowing motion. The Dou Qi within his body flowed through his fingers and into the strings, carrying newly learned techniques.

Under his technique, the power of the nether demonic zither was drawn out.

A profound zither sound rang out, and rolling demonic energy filled the square. The eerie demonic music stirred the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, causing the evil side of their hearts to surge to the surface.

"Kill! Li Ling, you stole my Qi Condensing Pill, you deserve to die!"

"Senior Sister, I've liked you for so long. Come cultivate Yin and Yang with me!"

Under the playing of the demonic zither, the desires of the Yellow Spring Pavilion disciples on the square were stirred. All sorts of negative emotions followed one after another, amplifying the thoughts in their hearts.

The melodious zither music drifted from the nether demonic zither in Hun Tiandi's hands, piercing through the sky and echoing throughout the entire mountain range.

The eerie demonic sound echoed in everyone's ears, and instantly, whether they were elders or disciples...

A layer of eerie light stained the depths of their eyes. Fellow disciples fought each other, and elders began to slaughter one another...

On the square of the Yellow Spring Pavilion.

Dust rose everywhere. People who had previously treated each other with courtesy were now like madmen, slaughtering each other in groups of three or five, regardless of whether they were disciples or elders.

"This... what terrifying methods?" Lei Xuanji's beautiful eyes widened as she watched the people of the Yellow Spring Pavilion, influenced by the zither music, begin their frantic slaughter.

Yan Xing and Liu Ling looked at each other, both feeling a sense of fear.

"The Master's methods are unpredictable, and his ways of killing are unheard of."

Disturbed by the demonic zither, negative emotions grew. Eerie light flickered as Dou Qi was poured in; the nether demonic zither radiated the colors of myriad desires, and a bone-chilling Qi of Myriad Desires drifted out from the demonic zither.

The zither music disturbed them, the demonic sound filled their ears, and rolling demonic energy and ghostly wails conjured all sorts of Asura ghost realms in their minds.

Rivers of blood flowed and corpses piled up, looking like a battlefield of slaughter.

Whew!

Fifteen minutes later, Hun Tiandi exhaled softly. The zither music stopped abruptly, and the demonic sound vanished in the blink of an eye.

The reason he stopped was that nearly eighty percent of the Dou Qi in his body had vanished. Although the nether demonic zither was powerful, its consumption was equally great.

"Do it!" Hun Tiandi said coldly. Yan Xing, Liu Ling, and Lei Xuanji immediately struck, charging toward the depths of the Yellow Spring Pavilion.

"How presumptuous! To slaughter the disciples of the Yellow Spring Pavilion for no reason—today, no one can save you!"

Suddenly, a shout of reprimand rang out from the depths of the Yellow Spring Pavilion, echoing through the void.

The one who arrived was the current Lord of the Yellow Spring Pavilion, Wang Chen.

Dressed in dark yellow robes, he had a cold face and eyes that held a hint of weariness. His blackish-red hair fluttered in the wind as he hovered in mid-air, radiating a powerful killing intent.

Behind him followed more than ten elders, stepping through the air.

With a wave of Wang Chen's hand, the elders behind him struck, charging toward Yan Xing and the others. They attacked forcefully, causing the surging energy of heaven and earth to fluctuate.

Hun Tiandi gave a wicked smile and waved his sleeve. Eighteen Human Puppets appeared. Sixteen of them moved at once, brutally crashing toward the elders of the Yellow Spring Pavilion.

A world-shaking battle erupted.

Clang...

In the darkness, An Lin struck frequently. As an assassin, he aimed for a one-hit kill. The Shadow Assassination Technique was performed to its fullest in his hands.

His dark-attribute Dou Qi perfectly complemented the Hun Clan's cultivation techniques as he frantically slaughtered the disciples and elders of the Yellow Spring Pavilion.

This was his battle of revenge. He went all out; his cultivation in the Time Tower had greatly increased his strength. Hun Tiandi was grooming An Lin.

Therefore, resources were poured into him without hesitation, giving him the chance to destroy the Yellow Spring Pavilion and avenge his family.

"It's you! You deserve to die!" Wang Chen's face was cold. Seeing Hun Tiandi in the distance drinking spiritual wine to recover his Dou Qi, a cold light flashed in his heart.

He sped toward Hun Tiandi.

"Corpse Eroding Hand!" A dense black energy surged onto his palm, quickly wrapping around it. He looked at Hun Tiandi and said with cold eyes.

Permeated with a pitch-black light, the energy coiled strangely as it closed in on Hun Tiandi's throat.

Wang Chen's attack was very strange, and his movement technique was even stranger. He didn't seem fast, yet he arrived in front of Hun Tiandi in the blink of an eye.

Hun Tiandi neither dodged nor avoided. The Black-robed puppet beside him struck out boldly, a punch aimed straight for the target.

Bang!

The fist struck the pitch-black palm with fierce power. The violent force directly numbed the palm, and the arm actually spasmed slightly.