132: Chapter 132 Soul-Stealing and Marrow-Draining

Even though Wei Lingfeng's Dao foundation was shattered, this desperate sword strike still carried a shrill whistle that tore through the air.

The cyan sword radiance carved a blinding afterimage in the gloom, pointing straight at Gu Shen's throat.

Gu Shen stood in place, his gaze icy.

He did not retreat, nor did he draw his blade.

He lifted his left hand slightly, his ten fingers spread wide.

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"

Three extremely yin transparent threads, invisible to the naked eye, shot out instantly, piercing with extreme precision into the backs of the heads of the three Iron Corpses blocking the front.

"Control."

Gu Shen flicked his fingertips sharply.

"Boom!"

The three Iron Corpses, under micro-manipulation, instantly became extremely agile. Without the slightest hesitation, like three interlocking, heavy iron shields, they took a sudden step forward, their six thick, refined iron arms crossing to block in front of them.

"Clang—!!!"

Wei Lingfeng's broken sword slashed fiercely onto the arm of the Iron Corpse in the front.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The residual Sword Qi tore open the skin and flesh on the surface of the Iron Corpse, severed the dark green mutated fascia, and slashed violently onto the bones reinforced by the mutated wood marrow.

"Crack."

The Iron Corpse's arm bone emitted an unbearable, crisp sound, and a deep gash was carved into it.

But the momentum of the sword was spent.

This sword strike, which was enough to kill a Qi Refining 9th Layer Cultivator in seconds, was forcibly halted in mid-air by three fearless physical meat shields.

"Get lost!"

Wei Lingfeng's eyes were blood-red, resembling a mad demon. He wanted to withdraw his sword and strike again.

But Gu Shen did not give him that chance.

"Surround."

The other nine Iron Corpses, having lost the micro-manipulation of the Soul-Pulling Threads, received basic commands and, like a group of machines without pain receptors, closed in extremely violently.

They had no refined Moves, only the most primitive pouncing, biting, and grappling. Their massive physical weight pressed fiercely down on Wei Lingfeng.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Wei Lingfeng was forced to retreat repeatedly.

His left leg was already fractured, and at this moment, under the mindless impact of the nine Iron Corpses, he instantly lost his balance. The claws of an Iron Corpse tore fiercely into his back, ripping away a large chunk of flesh and blood.

"Alias! You rat who only dares to hide behind Puppets!"

Wei Lingfeng shrieked, his voice filled with extreme despair and unwillingness.

As a dignified remnant of the Qianji Pavilion and a former Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, he had actually been driven into a dead end by a group of Puppets without any spiritual power.

He knew he couldn't afford to drag this out.

The Meridians in his body were already dry; if he dragged it out any longer, he would either be hacked to death or bleed to death.

A flash of ruthless determination crossed Wei Lingfeng's eyes.

"Explode!"

He abruptly released his right hand holding the sword. That cyan broken sword, which had accompanied him for many years, exploded violently within the encirclement of the Iron Corpses!

"Boom!"

The self-detonation of the top-grade Magical Artifact broken sword kicked up a violent wave of spiritual power.

The four Iron Corpses charging at the front were sent flying directly, their severed limbs scattered all over the ground. The encirclement was instantly torn open with a gap.

Wei Lingfeng did not escape toward the passage through the gap.

He twisted his waist in mid-air in an extremely bizarre manner, and using the thrust from the self-detonation's blast wave, he threw himself crazily toward the rock wall behind him in an extremely tragic posture!

His goal from the very beginning was not to kill Gu Shen.

It was the gu king marrow inside the belly of the Golden-Backed Gu King carcass on the rock wall!

As long as he swallowed that mouthful of vitality, he could live! He could turn the tables!

Ten zhang. Five zhang. Three zhang.

Wei Lingfeng's fingers could even feel the intense vitality radiating from that lump of emerald mucus.

On his blood-stained face, a look of fanatical relief at escaping death finally appeared.

"I got it!"

However, at the very moment his fingertips were only one inch away from the gu king marrow.

A cold voice exploded in his Sea of Consciousness like a thunderclap.

"Did I give you permission to take it?"

In the shadows of the rocks, Gu Shen watched all this coldly.

Wei Lingfeng's feint to the east while attacking to the west had long been within his expectations.

Gu Shen's left hand had, at some unknown time, already retracted the three Soul-Pulling Threads that had been piercing into the Iron Corpses.

He slightly curled his ten fingers and yanked backward sharply!

"Chi-la—!"

In the air, there was no radiance of a Spell, only the extremely faint sound of tearing silk.

Three transparent threads, fused with extreme yin Qi and the sharpness of a Magical Artifact remnant embryo, had long since woven themselves between Wei Lingfeng and the Gu King carcass, forming an invisible net of deathly cutting.

Wei Lingfeng's momentum from rushing forward was too great.

He had no time to pull back, and his right arm slammed straight into those three extremely sharp yin threads.

It could cut metal and jade.

"Ah!!!"

A scream, extremely shrill and even drowning out the previous shrieks of the Gu King, resounded throughout the entire Bone Plaza.

Wei Lingfeng's right arm was severed cleanly and smoothly at the wrist!

Blood sprayed out like a fountain, splashing onto the grey-white rock wall. The severed hand dropped to the ground with a pat, only a hair's breadth away from the gu king marrow.

At the same time.

Gu Shen flipped his right hand, and a jade box covered in Spirit-Sealing Talismans was thrown out like a hidden weapon.

The jade box accurately collided into the crack in the Gu King's abdomen in mid-air.

The Soul-Pulling Threads curled along with the momentum, extremely gently sweeping the fist-sized gu king marrow into the box. With a click, the lid closed.

"Whoosh."

The jade box was pulled by the yin threads, turning into a streak of light, and landed steadily back into Gu Shen's palm.

The Spirit-Sealing Talismans immediately stuck fast, cutting off all aura of the gu king marrow.

Clean. Efficient.

Without a trace of hesitation.

"Bang."

Wei Lingfeng fell heavily at the foot of the rock wall.

He clutched his spurting severed wrist tightly, his eyes staring fixedly at the jade box in Gu Shen's hand.

That was his life. That was the fortune he had exchanged by sacrificing his Dao foundation and exhausting all his trump cards! Just like that, in the final half-breath, it had been gouged out from between his fingers by this oriole lurking in the darkness!

Faith collapsed. Reason was annihilated.

"Alias... I want you to die... I want you to be buried with me!!!"

Wei Lingfeng was completely insane.

He no longer hoped to survive. A violent, all-destroying aura rose abruptly from the depths of his broken Dantian.

He wanted to self-detonate!

A final self-detonation launched by a Cultivator who had once stepped into the Foundation Establishment Stage, burning his remaining Divine Soul and blood essence!

Its power was enough to completely level this hundred-zhang underground basin!

"Master! High-energy target's vital signs are collapsing irreversibly! Energy readings are skyrocketing geometrically! He is going to self-detonate! Physical impact range is one hundred percent!"

The black iron buckle at his collar vibrated crazily, the Crab's voice becoming extremely shrill.

Gu Shen stood in place.

Facing Wei Lingfeng, who was expanding like a balloon, his eyes weeping blood, and rushing over crazily.

His gaze remained like a pool of stagnant water, without a single ripple.

"Recall."

Gu Shen waved his large sleeve.

The Iron Corpse remains scattered on the plaza, as well as those few Iron Corpses that were less damaged, instantly turned into green light and were all recalled into his Storage Ring.

Subsequently, Gu Shen performed an action that left the frenzied Wei Lingfeng extremely stunned.

He did not cast a defensive Spell, nor did he turn and run.

Instead, he stood in place extremely calmly and closed his eyes.

"Playing tricks! Let's go to Hell together!!!"

Wei Lingfeng roared wildly, less than ten zhang away from Gu Shen. The destructive red light had already torn through his skin.

Deep within Gu Shen's Sea of Consciousness.

That ancient [Heaven and Earth Furnace] emitted an extremely vast, echoing sound.

This was the core of the Myriad Insect Tomb, the area most densely packed with the ancient Space-Locking Array.

The spatial Law was extremely stable.

The Rule Fire of the Great Furnace was frantically tearing through the barrier of this space.

"Three."

Gu Shen counted silently in his heart.

Wei Lingfeng was seven zhang away from him. The gale lifted Gu Shen's grey robe.

"Two."

Five zhang. The flesh on Wei Lingfeng's body had already begun to disintegrate inch by inch, and blinding white light of destruction shone through from within his body.

"One."

Three zhang.

Wei Lingfeng's hideous, twisted face was already close at hand. He could even see the crazy joy of revenge in Wei Lingfeng's eyes.

Gu Shen slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at Wei Lingfeng, the corners of his mouth curling into an extremely cold arc, filled with ultimate mockery.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, you can lie in this Myriad Insect Tomb by yourself."

"Gu is logging off first."

The moment his words fell.

"Boom!"

A ball of miserable white Rule Fire rose abruptly from beneath Gu Shen's feet, like an inverted bowl, instantly swallowing him whole.

Wei Lingfeng's self-detonation reached its critical point at this moment.

The torrent of destructive energy, like a miniature sun, exploded violently in the underground basin!

But in that extreme, intense light, Wei Lingfeng saw a scene that made him unable to die in peace.

That Loose Cultivator who called himself "Alias".

In the white flames, there was no flesh and blood blown to pieces, no resistance from any Spell.

His whole person, along with the jade box in his hand.

It was as if he had been forcibly erased from this picture scroll; he evaporated into thin air and disappeared completely!

Not even a trace of residue or aura was left behind!

"No—!!!"

Extreme astonishment, stifled rage, and despair turned into the last shrill shriek of Wei Lingfeng's life.

"Rumble—!!!"

The earth-shattering roar completely submerged the Bone Plaza.

The underground basin of the Myriad Insect Tomb collapsed violently in the violent self-detonation. Countless stalactites weighing ten thousand jin fell, completely burying this dead land that had buried the Gu King, buried the Prodigy of the Blood Fiend Sect, and buried the remnant of the Qianji Pavilion.