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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 5: [Seeking Immortality in the Eastern Sea]
Volume 5 (Pinyin): [Dong Hai xun xian]
Chapter 40 (477): [Slaying Huoxin]
(40th of Volume 5)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Forced into a corner, Li Weiyi had no choice but to raise his staff and turn to face his attackers.
The staff unleashed a torrent of Spiritual Light, transforming into a three-colored rainbow bridge that shattered Qiongji Daozi's rain of swords.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Kong Xu manipulated three swords, weaving them into a net that enveloped Li Weiyi.
It was clear to everyone that Qiongji Daozi and Kong Xu only needed to stall Liu Fengshu for a moment.
Once Huoxin caught up, the overwhelming numbers would ensure Liu Fengshu's certain death.
A long howl echoed across the battlefield.
From the Horizon's Edge Ship, several figures among the fifteen people Liu Fengshu had saved earlier charged forward to confront Qiongji Daozi and Kong Xu.
But the distance was too great; it would take at least five breaths for them to arrive.
"Boom! Crash..."
Li Weiyi was engulfed by countless sword shadows as a crimson gourd crashed down upon him.
Huang Xu, now a Soul Servant, charged forward with a stone tablet, showing no fear of death.
His combat prowess had surpassed even his living days, but his soul spirit remained under Kong Xu's control.
"Liu Fengshu!"
Huoxin's thunderous roar erupted from above Li Weiyi's head.
Li Weiyi looked up, unable to see Huoxin's figure, only a waterfall of flames cascading down, the searing heat scorching his skin.
"Boom!"
A staff struck the sky.
A beam of light collided with the fiery cascade.
"Sizzle!"
As Li Weiyi fought with all his might against Huoxin, Qiongji Daozi's sword pierced through his protective Spiritual Light.
The Heavenly Scripture Sword slashed across his arm, leaving a long, bloody gash.
Kong Xu stood a mile away, manipulating three swords that wove into a vast, descending sword net, engulfing Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi immediately plunged downward, diving toward the seabed.
"Trying to escape underwater? It won't be that easy!"
Huoxin, sensing that "Liu Fengshu" had already been wounded, seized this rare opportunity.
He pursued Li Weiyi into the depths, forming a palm seal and unleashing a Primordial Chaos Palm strike.
Primordial Chaos Power was the Rice Palace's ultimate force.
Cultivating the Primordial Chaos Palm allowed one to cultivate a strand of Primordial Chaos Power.
This was the second Great Technique he had mastered, though it hadn't reached the level of the Blazing Ember Divine Flame, it had still advanced to the Third Layer.
With a single strike, a palm-shaped bubble of Qi, several dozen feet in diameter, erupted on the seabed, hurtling after Li Weiyi.
In an instant, the seabed churned into a murky maelstrom of sand and silt.
Suddenly, Huoxin sensed an overwhelming sense of danger.
He saw Liu Fengshu, who had been fleeing ahead, abruptly stop and turn to face the Primordial Chaos Palm, a three-colored Psychic Power armor materializing around him.
It was the "Fight" Secret Incantation Character, condensed into form.
Li Weiyi, who cultivated both internal Martial-Mystic Power and external Psychic Power, had his combat strength surge dramatically.
With a single palm strike, he shattered the incoming bubble of palm force.
Then, he thrust his Peachwood Staff forward, unleashing the third layer of Sixfold Samsara Burning Karma Technique: Karmic Fire Transformation.
The three-colored Thought Flame erupting from his forehead enveloped the Spiritual Qi surging from within his body.
Psychic Power and Martial-Mystic Dao had fused into one.
A look of astonishment and doubt flashed across Huoxin's eyes as he immediately retreated.
"Aow!"
From the tip of the Peachwood Staff, strands of flame coalesced into a dragon shape, coiling and soaring forward.
The entire seabed churned and boiled.
A bizarre scene unfolded on the sea's surface.
First, mist rose, followed by bubbles.
Then, a low, resonant dragon's roar echoed through the depths.
The eyes of all Martial-Mystic Cultivators from the Major Powers narrowed sharply.
A colossal, fiery dragon's shadow materialized beneath the waves, hurtling forward with terrifying force.
Huoxin immediately understood that Liu Fengshu had deliberately lured him to the seabed.
He quickly summoned his crimson gourd, attempting to block the incoming fire dragon.
However, the dragon's flames far surpassed the terrifying power of his own Blazing Ember Divine Flame, instantly burning through his Protective Spiritual Qi.
His skin, fortified to fifty percent of a Immortal Body's strength, turned charcoal black.
The flames burrowed directly into his flesh, organs, and bones.
Abandoning the gourd, Huoxin pressed his palm against his Ancestral Field, as if preparing to unleash something.
"Swish! Swish!"
Fourteen Earth Sword Talismans struck his chest in rapid succession, piercing through his Spiritual Artifact Battle Armor.
The final strike left a bloody hole through his body.
It's worth noting that Earth Sword Talismans crafted by Li Weiyi, a Seven-Star Spiritual Master, already possessed power comparable to a full-force strike from a strong Seventh Heaven Martial-Mystic Cultivator.
Upon reaching Eight-Star Spiritual Master status, the talismans' power increased further, each one rivaling a full-force strike from a peak Seventh Heaven Martial-Mystic Cultivator.
With fourteen talismans converging on the same spot, even Huoxin's formidable physique couldn't withstand the attack.
"You..."
Huoxin spat out a mouthful of blood, his teeth clenched, his eyes wide with fury.
"Thwack."
The Peachwood Staff struck with lightning speed, piercing his throat and exiting through the back of his neck.
Li Weiyi closed in, twisting off Huoxin's head as easily as plucking a watermelon.
"He had no life-saving measures? That can't be right!"
Li Weiyi had no time to dwell on this.
Carrying Huoxin's headless corpse, he unleashed Xihe's full power, bursting through the sea's surface and plunging straight into the deep ocean.
Xihe's speed now far surpassed its previous limits, reaching a velocity that even Great Powers newly ascended to the Immortal Realm might struggle to match.
"Huoxin has been captured?"
Someone spotted Huoxin's figure lying on Xihe's lotus platform.
"No! Not captured... he's been killed! His head is gone!"
A Rice Palace Martial-Mystic Cultivator roared in a voice bordering on hysteria.
Huoxin's severed head floated to the surface, staining the water with blood.
Qiongji Daozi and Kong Xu felt a chill run from their scalps to the soles of their feet.
Whether near or far, every Martial-Mystic Cultivator witnessing the scene was utterly stunned, momentarily losing the ability to think.
How could a figure like Huoxin possibly die in the East Sea?
"Whoosh!"
A bolt of lightning flashed across the clouds.
Immortal Spiritual Qi surged along the lightning, streaking toward Li Weiyi, who was fleeing through the sky.
The Rice Palace's Immortal Realm Great Power clearly refused to accept this outcome and intended to personally intervene to suppress and kill "Liu Fengshu."
A piercing sword clang, like the shrill buzz of cicadas or the snap of a broken zither string, echoed across the sea surrounding Moon Dragon Island.
Standing on the sixth deck of the warship, Tang Wanzhou unleashed a sword strike across the void.
Instantly, snow filled the sky.
Amidst the blizzard, a sword beam shot forth for dozens of miles, piercing through the clouds and sunlight to cleave a Rice Palace Immortal Realm Great Power from the heavens.
A muffled, agonized scream rang out as the Great Power's blood rained down into the sea.
"Tang Wanzhou, do you want war?"
A thunderous roar shook the clouds.
Tang Wanzhou transformed into a beam of light, soaring skyward. The Divine Snow Sword in her hand erupted with Immortal Slaughter energy.
"If you want war, then war it is! I am invincible within my realm, invincible across realms, and invincible beneath Great Immortal. I can face all of you alone - come!"
The Hidden Lord and his predecessor leaped into the air.
More Immortal Realm Great Powers from the Lingxiao Realm emerged from various locations, standing on the shore, at the bows of ships, or following in Tang Wanzhou's footsteps.
They raised their gazes, peering into the vast sky.
Instantly, the world fell silent.
Tang Wanzhou snorted coldly: "Each realm has its own rules of engagement. Those who break them will be slain by the Law. If you disagree, summon your Rice Palace Transcendents and test the Mist Celestial's blade. Let them ask themselves if they are stronger than Qilin Zhuang and Yu Daozhen. Allowing battles below the Immortal Realm is already a great concession to your pride!"
After a long silence, a voice drifted down from the clouds: "Tang Wanzhou, your reign will be short-lived!"
"Come and fight," Tang Wanzhou retorted, pointing her sword skyward.
"Well said - each realm has its own rules. Sheng Wulian, True Disciple of the Rice Palace, has come to slay the ten of Lingxiao and pay for Huoxin's crimes with his life."
On the sea, Sheng Wulian, who had been meditating on the back of a Flood Dragon-Headed Giant Turtle, transformed into a streak of white light, crossing several miles in an instant and landing squarely on the Horizon's Edge Ship.
Almost the moment he touched down, Zhu Qishier Chongtian appeared before him, their palms colliding in a thunderous clash.
"Boom!"
Zhu Qishier Chongtian retreated relentlessly, sliding from the bow to the stern of the ship.
Sheng Wulian's strike sent him flying, nearly over the edge, where he barely managed to regain his footing.
Sheng Wulian scrutinized him from head to toe.
"Ninety-nine percent Immortal Body. Only lacking the final surge of blood-torrent Qi. I never imagined such a formidable cultivator existed in the Lingxiao Realm."
Zhu Qishier Chongtian spat out a mouthful of blood, laughing hoarsely: "You think I wanted to become this kind of powerhouse?"
"You can't stop me," Sheng Wulian declared.
"I want to try," Zhu Qishier Chongtian retorted, "I'll risk my life to inflict a grievous wound on you."
"Such delusions seal your fate today," Sheng Wulian replied.
"Even a True Disciple of the Rice Palace is overestimating himself by challenging the Horizon's Edge Ship!"
On the ship, formation after formation activated.
Martial-Mystic Dao experts converged, forming multiple battle formations.
Hundreds of spiritual artifacts erupted with light, including a Myriad-Character Artifact.
Sheng Wulian's gaze remained calm and detached, like a deity observing mortal affairs.
"Do you truly believe that a low-level siege can affect a Martial-Mystic Cultivator of my caliber?"
"What caliber are you?"
A fearless voice rang out from the crowd.
Chang Yujian appeared on the upper deck of the ship, smiling faintly.
"As a True Disciple, slaughtering a group of low-realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators to vent your anger would be beneath you. If word of this reached the Hundred Realms of the Living, it would tarnish your reputation and become a lifelong disgrace. Please, True Disciple Sheng, cherish your honor."
Sheng Wulian's gaze remained fixed on him.
"Do you speak for the Calamity Crossing Temple or the Chang Clan?"
"I speak for the Human Race." Chang Yujian swept his gaze across the surrounding crowd.
In truth, both Chang Yujian and the Calamity Crossing Temple had been waiting for Tang Wanzhou to yield.
If Tang Wanzhou had bowed first, the Calamity Crossing Temple could have demanded even more concessions.
But today's battle had revealed the Lingxiao Realm's extraordinary combat prowess.
Whether it was the power of their battle formations, the Sixteen Divine Snow Riders, or Zhu Qishier Chongtian, all were enough to warrant the Calamity Crossing Temple's attention.
The death of Huoxin and Tang Wanzhou's unwavering resolve had made it clear to the Calamity Crossing Temple that they would never yield.
Thus, Chang Yujian's final opportunity lay in stepping forward at this critical moment, placing the entire Lingxiao Realm in his debt.
"Young Master Chang speaks wisely," someone called out, "A True Disciple must uphold their pride. If one's spirit falters first, their future achievements will be limited!"
Tang Wanzhou landed on the warship, seizing the opportunity to restore Chang Yujian's dignity and establish a harmonious atmosphere for the upcoming negotiations.
Cooperation must be equal cooperation - not vassalage, not being used as a tool.
Equality is forged through struggle.
Now that the Calamity Crossing Temple had made its choice, Sheng Wulian recognized the futility of further conflict.
"As expected of the Changhu Jade Sword Immortal," he said, "I've learned much today! Very well, killing Liu Fengshu will serve as revenge for Huoxin."
As he departed, he added, "Your Calamity Crossing Temple still clings to its hypocritical facade. Even disciples of the Demon Kingdom can passionately proclaim themselves representatives of the Human Race. Young Lord, be wary - don't be used without realizing it."
Sheng Wulian transformed into a streak of light, pursuing Li Weiyi's escape route.
Before him, another figure had already given chase.
Tang Wanzhou asked, "Who's pursuing Liu Fengshu?"
"The white-haired, purple-robed woman - Rainbow Feather, Dancing Red Silk. With a single blade, she cleaves the sea; with twin blades, she battles the heavens. She's one of the four strongest from the Rice Palace who came to the East Sea, second only to the two Great True Disciples of Life and Death. Huoxin and Zhenxin follow closely behind, representing the threshold of top-tier masters."
Chang Yujian continued, "The one chasing Liu Fengshu appears to be Wu Hongling (Dancing Red Silk)."
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