Chapter 162 Killing Murong Longcheng

The terrifying spiritual explosion came and went quickly. Before the onlookers could recover from their shock, a disheveled figure shot out from the mushroom cloud, fleeing at high speed towards the northwest.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Murong Longcheng, who had escaped by self-detonating his Golden Core.

A moment later, another figure burst from the mushroom cloud. But it wasn't the Ancestor everyone expected; it was Ye Fan, transformed into a streak of lightning in pursuit!

Only after the spiritual explosion completely dissipated did the Ancestor's figure finally appear. But at this moment, he looked utterly disheveled, having long lost his previous immortal and dignified demeanor.

To protect Ye Fan from harm, the Ancestor had almost point-blank taken the full force of Murong Longcheng's Golden Core self-detonation.

If not for some hidden cards up his sleeve, his life would likely have ended right there.

Before he could even catch his breath, he saw Ye Fan charging forward again, causing him to see stars and nearly faint on the spot.

"This little bastard... really... really..."

The Ancestor, who had maintained his composure for a lifetime, was now on the verge of losing it completely.

He wanted to give chase himself, but his severe injuries made it impossible. He could only send a voice transmission to Qing Mingzi, ordering him to dispatch people to rescue Ye Fan.

It was only then that the crowd snapped back to reality. The faces of the Murong Family members turned ashen green. They never dreamed their Old Ancestor would be forced to self-detonate his Golden Core. Only now did they truly understand the meaning of 'trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice'.

"Not good! Save the Old Ancestor!"

The Murong Family members immediately wanted to chase after and rescue him, but how could Qing Mingzi stand by and do nothing?

"Stop them!"

At Qing Mingzi's command, the Elders present swiftly moved to intercept.

Over a dozen Core Formation Realm Cultivators clashed, and chaos instantly erupted on Tongtian Peak.

Although the Murong Family had brought quite a few people, the Joyous Union Sect held all the advantages of timing, terrain, and manpower. Now that they had openly taken action, the battle immediately became one-sided.

Forget about rescuing their Old Ancestor; whether these Murong Family members could even escape themselves was now a matter of doubt.

Meanwhile, Murong Longcheng fled frantically. His robes were in tatters, half of a severed arm was already gone, and countless wounds large and small covered his body. It seemed as if all his blood had drained away, leaving not a trace of the imposing aura a Golden Core Realm Cultivator should possess.

Although Murong Longcheng's physical injuries were severe, compared to having his Primordial Spirit destroyed and his cultivation falling back to the Core Formation Realm, these wounds were clearly nothing.

Murong Longcheng still couldn't believe what had happened. A mere junior in the Core Formation Realm had actually comprehended a Primordial Spirit attack.

That unfathomable, ghostly sword strike had even shattered his Primordial Spirit, causing his Realm to fall back to the Core Formation Realm. The destruction of centuries of bitter cultivation drove him nearly insane.

But at this moment, Murong Longcheng harbored not a single thought of revenge, only bone-chilling fear.

The methods Ye Fan had displayed far exceeded Murong Longcheng's understanding. The unknown was always the most terrifying.

What Murong Longcheng found even more unacceptable was that Ye Fan had actually caught up. This humiliation nearly robbed him of his sanity.

"Bastard! Do you really think you have me cornered?!"

Although his Realm had fallen back to the Core Formation Realm, Murong Longcheng's foundation remained, making him far stronger than an ordinary Core Formation Realm Cultivator.

Coupled with the fact that Ye Fan didn't look to be in good shape either, Murong Longcheng, in his rage, actually stopped fleeing.

Enraged, Murong Longcheng attacked, using his finger as a sword to unleash a hundred-zhang sword beam. Its terrifying power was even stronger than the first three forms of the Thunder Prison Divine Blade.

Yet even so, Murong Longcheng's expression remained extremely ugly, his back teeth nearly grinding to dust.

"It's actually this much weaker?!"

Compared to the sword beams of hundreds of zhang he could casually unleash in the past, Murong Longcheng obviously looked down upon this single finger strike.

But it was useless to dwell on that now. He had to kill Ye Fan first, then find a way to restore his cultivation.

"Die, junior!"

The hundred-zhang sword beam descended, severing heaven and earth. Ye Fan raised his sword to block but was completely outmatched. In an instant, under the sword beam, his head was separated from his body. It went so smoothly that even Murong Longcheng found it hard to believe.

"Arrogant junior, daring to chase me while utterly exhausted? You deserved to die!"

Watching Ye Fan die, Murong Longcheng finally vented a mouthful of his pent-up rage.

Now, as long as he could find a way to repair the damage to his Golden Core and Primordial Spirit, given time, he would surely have a chance for revenge.

"I will remember this grudge! One day, I will slaughter every last member of your Joyous Union Sect, leaving not even a chicken or a dog alive!"

A cold glint flashed in Murong Longcheng's eyes, as if he could already see the Joyous Union Sect being completely annihilated.

But the next second, an unprecedented sense of crisis assaulted him from behind, making the top of his skull tremble.

"Who is it?!"

"It's your grandpa! immortal binding rope!"

Ye Fan's figure seemed to emerge from the void. The immortal binding rope shot out without any warning, giving Murong Longcheng no chance to react.

"Not good! A low-grade spirit treasure?!"

Seeing this, Murong Longcheng nearly vomited blood in fury, not even having time to wonder why Ye Fan wasn't dead.

Even on the Central Continent, Spirit Treasures were rare treasures. Not even every Nascent Soul Realm Great Power necessarily possessed one, let alone ordinary Sects or families.

Although the Murong Family held some influence in the border regions, the entire clan couldn't scrape together a single Spirit Treasure.

The Joyous Union Sect was merely a third-rate Sect on the Southwest Continent, yet two Spirit Treasures had appeared at once. This completely exceeded Murong Longcheng's comprehension.

But Ye Fan gave him no time to think. The immortal binding rope erupted, instantly trapping Murong Longcheng, forcing him to channel most of his power to resist while desperately fleeing into the distance.

"Impossible! You clearly died under my sword! How can you still be alive?!"

Fury burned in Murong Longcheng's heart, his internal organs feeling like they were about to explode. He couldn't understand at all why Ye Fan was still alive.

"You can ponder that question slowly after you're dead! Dragon Sucking Water!"

The golden dragon-scale arm swung as if possessing the power of a divine dragon devouring all things. Murong Longcheng, flying at high speed, suddenly lurched to a halt, his body uncontrollably flying backward.

"Old thief, prepare to die!"

"No! You think you can kill me? You're dreaming!"

Murong Longcheng desperately used a secret art, burning his Primordial Spirit in exchange for power. This caused his already severe injuries to worsen completely. Even with the aid of miraculous Spirit Pills, he would never have the possibility of recovering his cultivation in this lifetime.

Now utterly deranged, Murong Longcheng temporarily broke free from the immortal binding rope's restraint and charged at Ye Fan, clearly intending a final, desperate strike.

But before he could reach Ye Fan, the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds. Murong Longcheng instinctively looked up, feeling all his strength drain away in an instant.

"What is that?!"

In the void, a hundred-zhang-tall golden exquisite pagoda seemed to materialize out of thin air. The terrifying pressure it radiated was enough to make the Divine Souls of Golden Core Realm Cultivators tremble.

"That... that's a high-grade spirit treasure?!"

The golden exquisite pagoda had thirty-three layers, corresponding to the legendary thirty-three heavens of the Immortal Realm. Its body was covered in various scriptures and Talismans, possessing the terrifying power to suppress all things and shift stars and moons.

If Murong Longcheng had been at his peak, he might have been able to resist by force. But now, all that remained for him was despair.

"Go!"

The golden exquisite pagoda descended like Mount Tai crushing down. Murong Longcheng resisted with all his might but couldn't budge it an inch.

"No!"

Amidst a cry of utter despair, Murong Longcheng's figure was completely suppressed!