41: Chapter 41 Killing Wang Yang

"How is this possible?!"

Wang Yang widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

His Blood Fiend Demonic Palm had already been cultivated to Major Achievement, and its power was astonishing. Ordinary Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer Cultivators would not dare to take it head-on!

The brat before him, a mere Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer Cultivator, could actually block it head-on?

Not only did he block it, but the sky-full of sword images were also continuously eroding the palm imprint, and it looked like they were about to completely shatter the palm imprint.

"Impossible!"

Wang Yang let out an angry roar, frantically driving his magic power, attempting to stabilize the palm imprint.

However, it was already too late.

Boom!

With another loud bang, the blood-colored palm imprint could finally no longer hold on and violently burst apart.

Wang Yang let out a muffled grunt, retreating half a step, his complexion turning even paler.

Before he could recover his wits, Baili Yunche flashed in front of him like a ghost.

He pressed forward, his right fist clenched tightly, fiercely blasting toward Wang Yang's chest.

This punch had no fancy Moves, only the purest Physical Body strength!

Wang Yang's pupils contracted sharply, and without time to think more, his right hand swept across his waist, and a blood-colored long saber appeared in his hand, fiercely slashing toward Baili Yunche's shoulder.

Clang!

The blade slashed onto Baili Yunche's shoulder, producing a crisp sound of metal clashing.

Sparks flew in all directions!

Then, Wang Yang felt a tremendous counter-shock force transmitted from the blade body, numbing the web between his thumb and index finger and causing his vital energy and blood to churn.

As for that blood-colored long saber, it only left a shallow white mark on Baili Yunche's shoulder, not even breaking his skin.

"What!"

Wang Yang was scared out of his wits, his eyeballs almost popping out.

This blood fiend saber of his was a Tier 2 Spiritual Artifact, incomparably sharp, having slaughtered countless Yao Beasts and Cultivators!

With this slash, even a Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator would have a bloody gash cut into them!

Yet the person before him was actually completely unharmed?

"You are a Body Cultivator!"

Wang Yang cried out in involuntary alarm, his face full of disbelief.

He finally understood.

Why this person dared to be so arrogant, why he dared to engage in close combat—turns out he was a Body Cultivator!

A Body Cultivator's Physical Body strength far exceeded ordinary people; ordinary Magical Artifacts could not hurt him at all!

Baili Yunche sneered: "You guessed right! Unfortunately, there is no reward."

Before his voice faded, his right fist blasted out once again.

With this punch, he mobilized all the magic power within his body, pouring it entirely onto his right fist.

Fist Aura condensed, fist wind howled, carrying an earth-shattering Aura straight for Wang Yang's chest.

Wang Yang's complexion changed drastically, his feet tapping continuously as he desperately tried to widen the distance.

He had to widen the distance and obliterate him with Spells!

But just as he retreated half a step, Baili Yunche's fist had already arrived.

Too fast!

Bang!

A powerful and heavy punch solidly slammed into Wang Yang's chest.

"Pfft—"

Wang Yang's entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

He traced an arc in the air, then heavily smashed onto the ground several zhang away, rolling a few more circles before finally stopping.

"Cough, cough, cough."

He lay flat on the ground, coughing violently, coughing up chunks of blood.

He discovered with terror that all his internal organs had been shattered by this punch, and the intense pain made him almost faint.

"You... How can you be so strong..."

Wang Yang raised his head, looking at Baili Yunche walking over slowly, his eyes full of terror and incomprehension.

He was at Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer!

A Genius ranked in the top fifty of the Blood Demon Sect's inner Sect!

Cultivated the Blood Fiend Demonic Palm to Major Achievement, his hands stained with countless lives!

Yet the Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer brat before him actually beat him to the verge of death with a single punch?

Baili Yunche walked up to him, looking down at him condescendingly.

"You are the fifth Blood Demon Sect Cultivator to die in my hands, and you won't be the last..."

"The hatred of killing my father and mother, I will naturally personally slay the enemy..."

Baili Yunche beckoned with his right hand.

Swish!

The chiyang sword transformed into a stream of light, flying from afar and extremely accurately piercing Wang Yang's heart meridian.

"No... Impossible..."

Wang Yang lowered his head to look at the sword tip protruding from his chest, blood continuously gushing from his mouth, his voice vague and unclear, "I... I cannot possibly fail..."

Before his voice fell, his head hung down limply, completely losing all breath of life.

Baili Yunche pulled out the chiyang sword, wiped off the bloodstains on Wang Yang's corpse, and then bent down to remove the Storage Pouch from his waist.

In the distance, Mo Qingling and Mo Qingfeng were hurrying over.

"Junior Brother Baili!"

Mo Qingling ran up close, her face full of excitement, "You are truly amazing! Even Wang Yang of the Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer is no match for you!"

Her eyes were full of adoration, looking at Baili Yunche as if looking at a monster.

Mo Qingfeng also nodded repeatedly, praising, "Junior Brother Baili, this time you killed five Foundation Establishment demonic Cultivators all by yourself. With this strength, even if placed in the inner Sect, you could rank among the front ranks."

He paused, and continued, "Taking these demonic Cultivators' heads back to the Sect will definitely be able to exchange for a handsome amount of contribution points. Five Foundation Establishment demonic Cultivators will yield at least a thousand contribution points."

Baili Yunche waved his hand.

He certainly did not want to expose his true combat strength.

If people knew that a Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer Cultivator like him could easily slay a Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer, who knew how much of a sensation it would cause.

"I don't want these contribution points; I'll give them to you. You guys take them to the General Affairs Hall to exchange for contribution points."

"How can this be?" Mo Qingling was slightly stunned, hastily waving her hands, "These were all killed by you alone, and we didn't do anything..."

Baili Yunche interrupted her: "Senior Sister Mo, I have already taken their Storage Pouches; the Spirit Stones, Magical Artifacts, and Medicinal Pills inside are enough for me to use."

"As for the Sect's contribution points, they are of little use to me; it's just right for you to take them."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across both of their faces: "Moreover, there is still one more matter I would like to ask the two of you for a favor."

"What matter?" Mo Qingfeng asked.

"I hope the two of you can help me keep the secret of my cultivation level." Baili Yunche said earnestly, "As for today's matter, I hope you won't mention it to anyone."

Mo Qingling and Mo Qingfeng exchanged glances, both understanding his meaning.

In the cultivation world, people's hearts are treacherous, and concealing one's clumsiness to protect oneself is the most normal thing.

"Alright." Mo Qingling nodded solemnly, "Junior Brother Baili, rest assured, regarding today's matter, our siblings will never mention a single word to outsiders."

"Then many thanks."

Baili Yunche smiled slightly.

Mo Qingling's gaze crossed over him, landing on the blood pool behind him.

Her complexion changed instantly.

In the blood pool, blood was still churning.

And above the blood pool, countless illusory figures were floating, their faces distorted, their expressions painful, emitting silent wails.

Those were the wronged souls of the Qingshi Village villagers.

They were brutally murdered by demonic Cultivators, and even their souls were imprisoned here by the Formation, unable to transcend.

"These wronged souls..." Mo Qingling's voice trembled slightly.

Baili Yunche turned around and looked at those wronged souls.

A trace of compassion flashed in his eyes.

"They are all innocent people!"

His voice carried a bit of heaviness.

Those wronged souls seemed to sense his gaze, turning their heads one after another to look at him.

Those illusory faces were full of pain, entreaty, longing...

Longing for liberation.

Mo Qingfeng said in a deep voice: "Let's hurry and completely destroy the altars. Although the Formation is broken, the altars are still here. As long as the altars are still here, these wronged souls cannot enter Reincarnation."

The three of them did not hesitate, each making a Move to destroy the nine surrounding altars one by one.

Rumble!

Altars collapsed one by one, and those blood-colored runes completely lost their luster.

The moment the last altar was destroyed, the wronged souls above the blood pool all shuddered uniformly.

The force binding them finally disappeared.

Those illusory figures began to slowly rise, floating toward the sky.

They turned around, bowing deeply toward the direction of Baili Yunche and the other two.

Then, they slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.

Returning to Reincarnation!