161: Chapter 161 A Regrettable Kill

"Miss Xue Ling, things have reached this point, so don't make any futile struggles. Why don't you submit to Senior Brother Minghun and join our Xuanye Demon Court from now on? You might still have a way to live today."

The Demon Seed with lower cultivation stared intently at Xue Ling, their voice sharp and grating.

Beside them, the Peak eighth-rank Minghun stood with his hands behind his back, saying nothing.

However, he nodded slightly, signaling his approval of the lower-cultivation Demon Seed's words.

Xue Ling gritted her teeth, her chest heaving violently; anyone could see she was at the end of her rope.

"Delusional!"

With no way to survive, Xue Ling would not allow the two men opposite her to defile her, even in death. She raised her sword with her right hand, preparing to slash at her own abdomen, intending to destroy her body before dying.

Lin Qing's Flying Boat had by now arrived within five hundred thousand li of the desolate island.

The desolate island was not large, covering only a radius of ten thousand li.

There were no particularly high mountains on the island, just a stretch of undulating grey highlands, with gullies crisscrossing the ground, covered in rough, hard rocks.

After perceiving Xue Ling's actions, Lin Qing's silver dharma robe began to shimmer with Five Elements Spiritual Qi, and he simultaneously transmitted his voice to Ling Shu and the other.

"You two wait for me on the boat."

After speaking, Lin Qing's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood, and in the next instant, he appeared above the three people on the island.

Noticing that an extra person had suddenly appeared in the area, the three were all greatly alarmed. They hurriedly stopped what they were doing and looked up at Lin Qing.

A handsome man wearing a silver-white dharma robe, arms crossed, had appeared out of thin air in the sky, watching them quietly.

"Lin Qing!"

The three spoke in unison, their voices filled with pleasant surprise, shock, and panic.

Xue Ling immediately lowered the longsword she had been pointing at herself. She knew she was saved; although this man didn't seem to like her, he had ultimately not stood by and watched her die.

After seeing Lin Qing's face clearly, the Demon Court Disciple with slightly lower cultivation began to tremble uncontrollably, his feet stepping backward repeatedly.

Lin Qing's record of single-handedly suppressing three major Demon Seeds and over a dozen seventh-rank Prodigies had long since made Demon Court Disciples turn pale at the mere mention of his name.

However, some people simply refused to believe in evil. Minghun was surprised by Lin Qing's sudden appearance, but he cast the thought aside in an instant.

There were differences in strength among Demon Seeds. The previous three were merely of average level, and as for the dozen seventh-rankers, they were completely like earthen dogs and clay chickens. But he, Minghun, was among the strongest of the Demon Seeds.

After a brief moment of surprise, Minghun actually began to feel happy.

Today was the day to make a name for himself!

"Lin Qing! Does having the luck to win against three Demon Seeds make you a bit carried away? Do you think you can save her today?"

Lin Qing almost wanted to laugh upon hearing Minghun's words. Where was he getting carried away? Besides, even if he were, was it a weakling's place to point fingers here?

Lin Qing forcibly restrained the urge to laugh, looking at Minghun with an unchanging expression, and shook his head.

"Saving her is just a side task; killing you all is my main goal."

Minghun became increasingly angry as he looked at Lin Qing's calm face.

What did that mean? Could he not feel the vigorous Peak eighth-rank aura on him? To be so careless in front of an evenly matched opponent.

"Lin Qing, your face is truly annoying! Watch as I tear it off later!"

After speaking, he took out an eighth-rank long saber that he hadn't used while fighting Xue Ling, and swung it wildly in front of him. Streams of Saber Qi tore through the sky, flying straight toward Lin Qing.

Lin Qing pulled his crossed arms apart, then raised his right hand slightly. A palm made of Spiritual Qi appeared in the air, pressing down toward Minghun below.

The dense Saber Qi struck the Spiritual Qi palm. There was no heaven-shaking explosion; instead, the moment they made contact, they melted and merged into Lin Qing's large Spiritual Qi hand, which then continued to press downward.

"Good, you really have something. It seems I cannot hold back anymore."

Subsequently, he crouched halfway, his left hand gripping the scabbard, his right hand gripping the hilt, and began to charge up his power.

Lin Qing ignored him; a single technique of Spiritual Qi Manifestation was enough to handle the current situation.

The Spiritual Qi palm continued to press down, blowing Minghun's robes until they snapped loudly.

When the palm reached five zhang above Minghun's head, Minghun's charging finally ended, and a low voice came from his mouth.

"Sky! Severing! Draw! Saber! Technique!"

He drew his long saber with force, and a two-to-three zhang long stream of Saber Qi was whipped out along with his drawing motion, flying toward the palm above his head, while a strange arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

In just an instant, the Saber Qi made contact with the palm.

The scene of the giant Spiritual Qi palm being cut open as imagined did not appear, and there was still no roaring sound of collision. This so-called Sky Severing Draw Saber Technique was no different from the previous Saber Qi, melting directly into the palm of the giant Spiritual Qi hand.

"What?! You!"

Minghun hurriedly sheathed his saber, wanting to unleash his ultimate move again, but there was no time. His body had just begun to crouch when the palm landed on his head.

A roaring sound rang out, and the entire island shook slightly.

When the dust cleared, a palm-shaped crater several zhang deep appeared on the ground.

"Heh... heh..."

Minghun lay in the deep pit, his hands crossed over his chest, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, emitting wheezing breaths like an asthmatic. He was already a cripple.

The reason he didn't die was, of course, because Lin Qing had held back. It had been a long time since anyone had chosen their own method of death, so Lin Qing naturally wanted to satisfy his request.

He turned his head to the Demon Seed with lower cultivation and said, "You, go and tear his face apart, and I will give you a swift death."

The low-cultivation Demon Seed glanced at Lin Qing, then looked at the dying Minghun in the deep pit.

With a ruthless look in his eyes, he raised his right hand and struck his own glabella.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to torment Minghun; it was simply that he didn't want to continue feeling this terror any longer. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well end it himself and be rid of this feeling of fear sooner.

Just as his palm was about to touch his forehead, he suddenly felt unable to move, and the world before his eyes began to turn colorful.

"I said, I would be the one to give you a swift death. Are you deaf?"

Five Elements Will Domain descended!

Everyone was shocked once again, even Minghun in the deep pit opened his eyes wide as if in a moment of final clarity.

They were all seeds of the God Realm, and usually, they were personally taught by God Realm experts in their Sect. How could they not feel that this was the power of Will?

Just at this moment, the entire island suddenly trembled violently, and the ground began to rise rapidly.

Something was wrong. Lin Qing instantly flashed to Xue Ling's side, pulled her up, and ascended rapidly. The ground continued to pursue them relentlessly, almost catching up to Lin Qing.

Yaoshuang's teleportation not being able to carry people was truly troublesome. It seemed he needed to advance to a ninth-rank Formation Master as soon as possible and improve his clothes again.

During the ascent, to prevent any variables, Lin Qing casually killed the two Demon Seeds.

It was a pity that Minghun might not have been satisfied with this death, and Lin Qing also felt a bit regretful that he hadn't torn his face apart.

Soon, the changes stopped.

Lin Qing's Divine Thought finally understood what had happened; this was no island at all, but clearly a giant turtle ten thousand li in size.