152: Chapter 152 Bloody Voyage

Boom!

Even so, he was still worried. He summoned an exquisite small pagoda once more, which instantly grew to a hundred feet in size and pressed down toward Ning Yuan, causing Ning Yuan's figure to plummet.

"This bastard!"

Bracing against the pagoda's suppressive force, Ning Yuan gritted his teeth so hard they nearly shattered. He had never encountered such a disgusting opponent; five Magic Treasures were actually suppressing him so much that he couldn't even lift his head, providing both offense and defense in every way.

His own attacks were completely ineffective, and he was being suppressed at every turn, making Ning Yuan feel as though he had strength but nowhere to use it.

Ning Yuan certainly didn't lack Magic Treasures—he had a pile of fifth and sixth-grade magic treasures—but as a Sword Cultivator, he naturally couldn't rely on such external objects. Thus, Ning Yuan basically never used Magic Treasures.

He hadn't expected that one day he would be so suppressed by Magic Treasures, making Ning Yuan feel an extreme hatred for this man.

"Do you really think that because this tiger hasn't shown its might, you can treat me like a sick cat?!"

"Pingtian Sword Shield!"

Ning Yuan raised his hand to form Hand Seals, using a defensive method from the Pingtian Sword Art. A sword-shaped shield appeared before him, blocking the golden light outside. Then, he suddenly erupted with all his strength, sending a streak of Pingtian Sword Qi straight toward the pagoda above his head.

Bang!

Without any surprise, the pagoda was directly knocked flying. The Black-robed Middle-aged Man was startled, but before he could make a move, Ning Yuan arrived before him with teleportation-like speed and thrust his sword forward.

The barrier formed by the jade pendant blocked the sword once again, preventing any harm to the Black-robed Middle-aged Man. He was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Ning Yuan's subsequent actions made his scalp tingle.

Ning Yuan struck continuously with his sword, causing ripples to spread across the barrier. As the assault continued, tiny cracks began to appear on the jade pendant Magic Treasure.

Today, Ning Yuan would use the sword in his hand to break this turtle shell!

The Black-robed Middle-aged Man watched the scene before him with immense dread. If Ning Yuan broke the barrier, how could he possibly survive?

His entire strength relied on Magic Treasures. Without them, his power would be even weaker than others in the same Realm. Facing the terrifyingly strong Ning Yuan, he probably wouldn't even last three to five sword strikes.

He hurriedly performed Hand Seals, controlling the mirror, the pagoda, and the twelve small swords to deal with Ning Yuan, but Ning Yuan dodged them all with extreme speed, even finding the time to mock him.

"Without these Magic Treasures, you are nothing!"

"With such strength, you actually dared to come and kill me? I truly don't know where you got the courage."

"All these years of Cultivation... surely they haven't all gone to the dogs?"

Hearing these stinging words, the Black-robed Middle-aged Man couldn't help but be infuriated, yet he was powerless to refute them. This was because the Cultivation Technique he practiced focused primarily on controlling treasures and lacked any offensive power of its own.

If the Magic Treasures were strong, his strength was strong, and vice versa!

If this continued, he would die here. Just as the Black-robed Middle-aged Man was about to summon a Magic Treasure for escape, Ning Yuan suddenly let out a thunderous shout:

"Hey, look at me!"

The Black-robed Middle-aged Man instinctively looked up, realizing something was wrong in an instant, but it was already too late. The moment he saw Ning Yuan, he fell into an illusion. Countless Magic Treasures he had dreamed of surged toward him, making him grin and laugh aloud.

"Hahaha..."

Seizing this opportunity, Ning Yuan struck frantically with his sword. Countless cracks appeared on the jade pendant Magic Treasure during this process. In just two or three breaths, the jade pendant exploded with a bang, turning into fragments.

"You..."

A sword pierced straight through the Black-robed Middle-aged Man's chest, passing through his heart. The intense pain instantly snapped him awake. He coughed up blood and stared wide-eyed at Ning Yuan, only to be ground into a bloody mist by Ning Yuan's sword.

Only a few Magic Treasures and a storage ring remained. Ning Yuan reached out and took them all into his possession. With another movement, he reappeared back on the cloud command boat.

"Master, you're so amazing!"

"I knew Master would have no problem!"

"I was really sweating for Master just now!"

"..."

Seeing Ning Yuan return victorious, the Three Sisters immediately greeted him with smiles, chattering incessantly until Ning Yuan didn't know which one to listen to first.

"Alright, alright!"

Ning Yuan raised his hands slightly and made a pressing gesture to stop them from continuing. After glancing at the three women, he said with a smile:

"Since your mouths are so sweet, I'll give these three Magic Treasures to you!"

With a thought from Ning Yuan, the small pagoda, the mirror, and the twelve small swords appeared before the three women, instantly making them cheer with joy.

"Thank you, Master!" the three women said in unison as they reached out to take the Magic Treasures before them. Their beautiful eyes sparkled with delight; they had just witnessed the power of these three Magic Treasures.

Among fourth-grade magic treasures, they were top-tier existences, and they were perfectly suited for their cultivation levels.

With the matter resolved, it was time to continue the journey!

Gazing out at the vast and boundless sea, Ning Yuan immediately composed himself and said with a cold expression:

"Continue forward. I want to see just how many people come to seek their deaths!"

"Yes!"

The Three Sisters answered in unison, then controlled the cloud command boat to speed across the sea, leaving a long wake on the surface.

As expected, they hadn't traveled far before nearly a hundred Cultivators appeared ahead. Their cultivation levels were uneven, and even Golden Cores were among them. With such cultivation, it was hard to say what they were even doing there.

If they wanted to die, there was no need to be in such a hurry!

One by one, they stared at the blood-red character for 'Kill' above Ning Yuan's head, their eyes filled with ill-concealed greed as well as a hint of wariness.

As long as they killed him, they could not only claim the reward from the Soul Transformation expert but also obtain everything on his person—truly killing two birds with one stone!

Ning Yuan scanned them with a cold gaze and said plainly, "Keep going."

The Three Sisters silently continued to steer the cloud command boat, racing forward. Seeing that they had no intention of dodging, Ning Yuan stopped being polite and ruthlessly unleashed the Fire of Divine Sense.

The Cultivators blocking the way all became vacant-eyed and fell dead. As they passed, Ning Yuan didn't even give them a glance, simply collecting every single item on their bodies before sailing away!

Along the way, Cultivators constantly jumped out to block their path. The result, naturally, went without saying—they all became corpses, and their wealth was plundered.

Not a single soul was left alive wherever they passed, yet more continued to charge forward, all appearing determined to kill Ning Yuan.

The matter of the tracking technique had too wide a reach; almost the entire Jinan Sea Domain knew about it. Countless people wanted to make a fortune. As time passed, the number of Cultivators they encountered grew.

However, the result remained the same: only death!

Ning Yuan didn't even bother to speak; whenever they encountered a roadblock, he killed them all without exception.

For these people blinded by greed, reasoning was useless; only by slaughtering them until they were terrified would it work.

Having traveled this far, he had already dealt with nearly a thousand Cultivators, the vast majority of whom were Nascent Souls. Only then did they begin to show some restraint.

Until a thunderous roar came rolling in, spreading far into the surroundings:

"Brat, you dare kill my son! Today, you shall pay with your life!"