91: Chapter 91 The Immortal Venerable's Impotent Fury: Chen Beixuan's Dao Heart Shattered Completely
"Cough… cough, cough…"
At the bottom of the pit, the swirling dust and smoke had not yet fully dissipated.
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan violently coughed up a large mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs, struggling to open his eyes, which had been burned until they were nothing more than slits.
Every bone in his body felt as if it had been shattered into dust, and every inch of his scorched skin was sending waves of tearing pain to his brain.
But this physical pain was far less than the shock and humiliation he felt in his heart at this moment!
He stared fixedly at the distance.
That Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan, who in his past life had been loyal to him and had not hesitated to forcibly descend across realms to protect him.
At this moment.
This terrifying demon, who was enough to make countless cultivators in the cultivation world tremble with fear.
Was actually kneeling at the feet of a mortal like the lowliest old dog, prostrate on the ground!
"Your humble servant, Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan, is late in coming to save you. Please punish me, Master!"
These words, filled with obsequiousness and servility, were like a red-hot steel needle, fiercely piercing into Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's eardrums!
"No… this is impossible…"
A roar like a broken bellows issued from Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's throat.
He simply could not believe his eyes!
"Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan! Have you gone mad?!"
He struggled desperately to lift his head, roaring at that humble figure.
"I am your Master! I am Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan!"
"You actually knelt to a mortal ant?! You… you are betraying your master and destroying your ancestors!"
Facing Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's roar.
Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan slowly raised his head; in those ghostly green eyes, there was not a shred of guilt.
Only an extreme disgust, as if looking at garbage.
"Shut up! You piece of trash!"
Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan stood up abruptly, pointing at Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan at the bottom of the pit, cursing him roundly.
"What kind of thing are you to dare to scream here?!"
"If it weren't for you, this useless trash, implicating Master, how would Master have been startled?!"
"You…"
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan was choked by these words, almost unable to catch his breath, and spat out another mouthful of black blood.
Trembling with rage, he pointed at Qin Yuan and roared hoarsely:
"Sorcery! This is definitely sorcery!"
"Qin Yuan! What exactly did you do to my disciple?! What despicable means did you use to control his mind?!"
"An Immortal Venerable cannot be insulted! You dare use such low-class methods to plot against me, I swear…"
"Snap!"
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's words were not yet finished.
Qin Yuan stood at the edge of the pit, not even lifting an eyelid, just casually snapping his fingers.
"Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan."
Qin Yuan's voice was lazy and cold.
"This fly is too noisy. Go, make him shut up."
"Yes! Master!"
Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan was like an obedient vicious dog; hearing his Master's command, he instantly transformed into a black shadow and jumped directly into the deep pit!
"You… what do you want to do?!"
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan watched his disciple approaching with killing intent on his face, and finally felt a trace of true fear.
"Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan! Wake up! I am your Master!"
"Slap!"
The answer to him was an extremely loud slap!
Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan's withered ghostly hand struck Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's scorched black face without mercy!
This blow sent Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan rolling twice at the bottom of the pit, and half the teeth in his mouth were instantly shattered!
"Pah! With your pathetic attitude, you dare to call yourself an Immortal Venerable?"
Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan grabbed Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan by the hair and lifted him up like a dead dog.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Left and right!
Slap after slap fell on Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's face like a violent storm!
"I'll beat you to death, you piece of trash! I'll beat you to death, you jinx who implicated Master!"
"Still an Immortal Venerable? Still 'cannot be insulted'?"
"In front of Master, you are not even as good as a pile of shit!"
How terrifying was the hand strength of a Thousand-Year-Old Demon?
Even without using magical power, these dozens of slaps beat Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan until he was bloody and mangled, his entire head swollen into a pig's head.
"Ah… ah…"
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan let out a series of miserable whimpers.
The memories of his past life that he was so proud of.
His aura as an Immortal Venerable, invincible in the universe.
At this moment.
By the disciple he trusted and was closest to.
In the most humiliating and primitive way, in front of the enemy he hated most.
Bit by bit.
Crushed by hand!
Ground into powder!
On the viewing platform, Gu Qianqian watched this extremely brutal yet extremely comical scene and couldn't help but cover her eyes.
"Tsk tsk tsk, those slaps look painful just watching."
"Big boss, your move of 'disciple beating master' is just too heart-wrenching, right?"
Qin Yuan leaned back in his chair, lit a Cohiba cigar, and took a deep drag.
"To deal with someone who lives in a dream, an extreme narcissist, and a terminal case of chuunibyou."
Qin Yuan exhaled a thick white smoke ring, his eyes cold.
"You have to use this most direct method to help him wake up."
At the bottom of the pit.
Accompanied by the last loud slap.
Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan threw Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan, who had been beaten to the point of being on his last breath, onto the ground like garbage.
"Pah!"
He spat at Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan, then turned around, bowed respectfully to Qin Yuan at the edge of the pit once again.
"Master, this piece of trash has shut his mouth."
At the bottom of the pit, there was a deathly silence.
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan lay limp in the dirt, his teeth shattered, unable to even say a complete sentence.
His eyes, which had originally retained a trace of arrogance, were now completely unfocused and hollow.
There was no more anger, no more unwillingness.
Only endless despair and ash-gray emptiness remained.
The cultivation Dao methods he was so proud of had been blasted into dust by a few missiles.
The Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan, in whom he had placed such high hopes, had become the most obedient vicious dog in the hands of his enemy.
He, this so-called reborn Immortal Venerable.
In front of Qin Yuan, was just like a ridiculous soap bubble that would burst at a single poke.
Faith collapsed.
Dignity swept away.
[Ding! Detected fourth Child of Destiny Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan, suffering extreme physical destruction and mental backstabbing!]
[His proud "Immortal Venerable Dao Heart" has been completely shattered and cannot be repaired!]
[Current Luck Value: 0! (Has returned to zero)]
Following the crisp, cold prompt sound of the system, it rang in Qin Yuan's mind.
The corners of Qin Yuan's mouth finally curled into a satisfied, cold smile belonging to a victor.
"Finally shattered completely."
He stood up, walked to the edge of the pit, and looked down from a high position at the "charcoal" that looked like a lump of mud.
"Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan."
Qin Yuan's voice was not loud, but it carried a bone-chilling aura of death.
"The game is over."
"Since you like your disciple so much, I will send both of you master and disciple to reunite properly in hell."