388: Chapter 388 Qin Han Picks Up a Bargain

[When the ball of light, bright enough to blind one's eyes, slowly dissipated and dimmed...]

[The originally bustling urban area had disappeared.]

[In its place was a terrifying bowl-shaped crater, incredibly massive, with edges as smooth as a mirror and a depth of hundreds of miles!]

[The bottom and walls of the pit were covered with a layer of crystals that had been instantly vitrified by high temperature and pressure, shimmering with an eerie luster.]

[All life, all buildings, all traces... were gone.]

[Only in the very center of the giant pit, within an area less than ten thousand feet wide, remained nine dim, broken, and nearly transparent phantoms—]

[It was the bodies of the nine Spirit Transformation Cultivators who were barely maintaining their human forms after their nine Dharma Idols collapsed.]

[Whether it was Yun Xiaozi or the eight attackers, they were all lying miserably on the ground or barely supporting themselves on one knee.]

[Their Daoist robes were tattered, they were covered in blood, and their auras were extremely weak, like candles in the wind.]

[That destructive collision had nearly exhausted all their power and brought about a terrible backlash.]

[Among the eight attackers, the three with the weakest cultivation had completely fainted, their life force faint.]

[Yun Xiaozi knelt on one knee, barely propping up his body. His small face was bloodless, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes still stubbornly and coldly swept over the eight equally wretched enemies around him.]

["Heh... with just this much skill, you want to kill This young master?" Yun Xiaozi forced himself to look up, pulling a stubborn and arrogant smile mixed with blood foam.]

["Little thief... don't get ahead of yourself!" The Soul Transformation Perfection assassin knelt on one knee, panting heavily. "Did you think... there were really only nine of us?"]

[He suddenly turned his head and shouted hoarsely toward the empty ruins all around:]

["Your Excellency! Have you seen enough of the show?! If you don't strike now, then when?!"]

[As soon as these words were spoken, Yun Xiaozi's pupils suddenly shrank, and the blood drained completely from his already pale little face.]

[There's a tenth person?!]

[If another Spirit Transformation Cultivator in perfect condition struck now, even if it were only the Early Stage of Soul Transformation, he would be absolutely powerless to resist!]

[At this moment, he had used up his last bit of will just to stay conscious.]

[A cold despair, mixed with intense unwillingness, instantly gripped his heart.]

[In the instant his mind was shaken and he tried his best to sense the hidden threat around him—]

[A sudden change occurred!]

[An imperceptible gray stream of light, so fast it almost bypassed Divine Sense capture, flashed out from somewhere without warning!]

[It didn't come from the perimeter, but shot out from the shadows not far behind the nine Spirit Transformation Cultivators!]

[The several Spirit Transformation Cultivators who were still conscious were first stunned, then overjoyed!]

[The lurking tenth person had finally made a move!]

[And the timing was so precise!]

[However, the joy on their faces lasted for less than a second.]

[Because the target of that gray stream of light was not the tottering Yun Xiaozi.]

[But—]

["Puchi!"]

[A soft sound, like a sharp blade slicing through a ripe fruit.]

[That gray stream of light, following a trajectory that neither the naked eye nor Divine Sense could track, easily swept across the neck of that Soul Transformation Perfection assassin who had just been shouting.]

[It didn't just cut through flesh.]

[The sharp power contained in the stream of light, condensed to the extreme as if it could cut through the Law Origin, also annihilated his Primordial Spirit, which was equally weak and dim and preparing to flee, the moment it passed his neck!]

[That Soul Transformation Perfection assassin's expression froze instantly, changing from sinister and expectant to extreme shock and bewilderment.]

[He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but could not make any sound.]

[His head slowly tilted, separating from his body. The last light in his eyes quickly went out, and with deep incomprehension and unwillingness, he completely perished.]

[Silence.]

[A deathly silence.]

[The remaining few Spirit Transformation Cultivators stood dazed, as if frozen by the coldest wind, their eyes filled with incomprehensible shock and... bone-deep fear.]

[Someone actually isn't afraid of the Langgan Pavilion?]

[And doesn't care about the spirit of the contract at all?]

[Is this something a human would do?]

[Before they could recover from this sudden reversal and the horror of their companion being instantly killed—]

["Buzz!"]

["Buzz!"]

["Buzz!"]

["Buzz!"]

[The four Spirit Transformation Cultivators with the fastest reactions, almost relying on survival instinct and disregarding the collapse of their heavily injured bodies, crazily activated the Life-saving Great Shift Talismans they had long held in their hands!]

[Dazzling spiritual light instantly enveloped them, and spatial fluctuations rippled violently!]

[In the next moment, the spiritual light exploded, and the figures of the four had disappeared, leaving only turbulent spatial ripples, having narrowly escaped a calamity.]

[The other three Spirit Transformation Cultivators, who were slightly slower or too heavily injured to even have the strength to activate the Talismans, could only watch helplessly as that gray stream of light traced a deadly arc in the air—]

["Chi!"]

["Chi!"]

["Chi!"]

[Three almost simultaneous, barely audible cutting sounds.]

[Three heads, carrying frozen fear and despair, rolled onto the ground.]

[Three headless corpses slowly fell over.]

[Thus—of the nine attackers, five died and four fled.]

[The gray stream of light finally stopped, suspended in mid-air, revealing his true form—it was Qin Han, whose eyes held a hint of honesty and clarity.]

[He tilted his head, looking at the kneeling Yun Xiaozi, who was nearly unconscious, and let out a low murmur from his throat:]

["Woo?"]

["You're done for?"]

[Only then did you walk out unhurriedly from the shadows at the edge of the battlefield.]

[You first scanned the five Soul Transformation corpses, then raised your hand to grasp the air. Five qiankun rings flew from the corpses and landed in your palm.]

[Then, you walked up to Yun Xiaozi, knelt down, and looked at this little brat whose face was covered in blood and whose aura was weak, yet who still stubbornly tried to open his eyes to look at you. A faint, half-smiling expression appeared on your face.]

["Little friend, we meet again."]

[Yun Xiaozi's scattered gaze struggled to focus on your face. His pupils suddenly dilated, and he used his last bit of strength to squeeze out two words:]

["It's... you...?!"]

[Before he could finish, his mind and body, which had been stretched to the limit, finally collapsed completely.]

[Immediately after, his eyelids grew heavy, his head tilted, and he completely lost consciousness and fainted.]

[You looked up at the sky again, at the battlefield where two Mahayana cultivators were still clashing fiercely, throwing the entire sky into chaos, and grinned.]

[Just then, a transmission rang in your mind:]

["Fellow Daoist, if you dare to violate the agreement, there will be no place for you in the Immortal Realm. Be careful!"]

[You frowned slightly, but quickly regained your composure.]

[This Langgan Pavilion was already your enemy. Even if they didn't come looking for trouble, you would find trouble with them in the future.]

[Moreover, you had already died at the hands of the Venerable Tianming several times.]

[Having heard these kinds of threats many times, you no longer felt anything.]