Just a Useful Pawn in the Stain Sect-Chapter 111: I’m Going on a Killing Spree

RUMBLE—!

Accompanied by a series of explosions that sounded like angry thunder rolling through the sky, a Flying Light streaked across the air. Behind it, dozens of similar Flying Lights gave chase.

Within the fleeing Flying Light, a gloomy-faced young man in a black robe was gritting his teeth, constantly channeling power into a sentient artifact in his hand. This treasure, the Void-piercing Shuttle, could increase the speed of his Flying Light several times over and even allow him to shuttle through the void for short distances.

This person was none other than a Direct Disciple of the Stain Sect, Qin Tianhe!

But at this moment, Qin Tianhe was in a wretched state. If not for the Void-piercing Shuttle in his hand, his body would have likely been obliterated by now.

And behind him was a group of Monks.

"These shameless bald-asses! They must have cheated!"

Qin Tianhe cursed loudly as he fled. He had clearly realized something was wrong; the Monks’ speed in assembling and the precision of their pursuit were simply too abnormal.

No matter how he concealed his Qi trace, this group of Monks could always find him with pinpoint accuracy.

Of course, he had tried turning back to counterattack. However, the pursuing Monks were clearly no pushovers, and they were experts in joint attack techniques.

Their leader was not his equal, but only by a small margin.

Under these circumstances, fighting them alone was impossible. So, Qin Tianhe could only continue to curse at his pursuers while speeding up his escape.

"Patron, your karma has arrived."

Behind Qin Tianhe, a Monk clasped his hands together, his voice like booming thunder. "My Fulong Temple is in need of Buddha Followers. You can become a Protector in my temple."

"The Demon Sect uses people as materials, commits countless evils, disrespects Merit, and scorns karmic links. It is rife with sinful obstacles, no place for pure cultivation... Patron, if you would abandon the darkness for the light and join the Pure Land, you could convert to the Righteous Dao and listen to the supreme Dao of the Bhagavat. Wouldn’t that be far better? Why continue to suffer in the domain of the Demon Sect..."

"...Amitabha!"

Instantly, more than ten Monks echoed the chant in unison.

The rolling, thunderous voices were even laced with Scripture, causing a sharp pain to lance through Qin Tianhe’s head, as if something was trying to bore into his Spiritual Space.

"Trying to give me Enlightenment?!"

Qin Tianhe’s face turned livid. He roused all his Qi, suppressing the Buddhist chants in his ears while accelerating his flight into the distance.

Seeing this, the lead Monk frowned.

At the same time, another Monk stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Guangming, this person is exceptionally skilled at escaping. It seems he won’t be easy to capture."

Guangming shook his head. "Junior Brother, there’s something you don’t know. Master’s Fulong Temple needs to recruit Buddha Followers. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent us to participate in this Battle for the Dao. The entire purpose is to take this opportunity to grant Enlightenment to as many outsiders as possible to fill the ranks of Fulong Temple. How else are we supposed to advance?"

"This man’s skills are extraordinary; he is clearly a Direct Disciple of the Demon Sect."

"Therefore, the harder he is to capture, the more imperative it is that we do so! On the Front, even if we capture a Direct Disciple of the Stain Sect, the Bodhisattvas will protect us."

"Continue the pursuit! After him!"

Guangming was the leader of this group of Monks. Since he had spoken, the others naturally dared not object and immediately resumed their pursuit of Qin Tianhe.

Similar events were taking place all across the Outer Realm.

However, the Stain Sect Disciples varied in strength. The strong were Direct Disciples like Qin Tianhe, while the weak were only at the Late-phase of Qi Refining. Thus, their fates were all different.

Some fiercely turned the tables and killed their pursuers.

Some were besieged, fought until their strength gave out, and were killed.

Some, seeing no escape, chose to self-detonate and take their enemies down with them.

Regardless, because their positions were being identified in advance, allowing them to be ambushed and overwhelmed by superior numbers, the Stain Sect’s losses were ultimately much greater than those of the Dao Court and the Pure Land.

On a stretch of barren wilderness, Sword Light flared brilliantly.

CLANG—!

As a sword fell, the void split open, and a tall, heroic-looking woman emerged, a severed head in her hand.

"Fairy Miaozhen, your reputation is well-deserved!"

Below, Wang Jinting of the Dao Court clapped his hands and smiled. "That Demon Sect Direct Disciple had impressive power. If not for you, Fairy, he would have been difficult to take down."

"A mere Demon. He couldn’t withstand a single blow."

The tall woman said coldly, "My technique has just reached Major Mastery, and I am about to attempt Foundation Establishment. I was just looking to test my sword against the world. It is a worthy death for these demons."

.....

Outside the Outer Realm

Three Perfected Lords sat in a circle, their colossal Forms holding up the heavens. Their gazes fell upon the Outer Realm, and not a single change within it escaped their eyes.

Just then, one of the Forms suddenly laughed aloud. "Fei Xue, it seems we have taken the lead this time!"

"Amitabha..."

Another Form chanted a Buddha’s Name. Though it said no more, the meaning was self-evident: it was convinced its side now held the advantage.

After all, they had come prepared this time. Not only had they brought two targeted Treasures of Fruit, but they had also specially invited a Direct Disciple from the Sword Pavilion as outside help to bolster their high-end combat power. It was clear they had put a great deal of thought into it.

Of course, the results were also very much to their satisfaction.

Such a wonderful opening!

However, facing the taunts from the Dao Court and Pure Land Perfected Lords, World Purger Fei Xue of the Stain Sect remained incomparably calm, seemingly unconcerned about her side’s disadvantage.

Seeing her act this way, the other two Perfected Lords frowned instead.

’...Could something be wrong?’

The Demon Sect was known for its fierce and cunning methods—a fact both the East and the West had experienced firsthand. For World Purger Fei Xue to be so calm was truly unsettling.

’But no matter what, this is a three-party alliance to suppress the Demon Dao.’

’Everything is under control!’

....

Inside the Outer Realm

A ferocious look gradually appeared on Qin Tianhe’s face. He had been running for a full hour, and his Qi was about to bottom out.

Yet behind him, Guangming’s group of Monks pursued him relentlessly. The Flying Lights of a dozen monks had even merged into a single, brilliantly golden dragon. He recognized it as one of the techniques of the Pure Land’s Eight Legions, likely belonging to the Dragon Group, which was anything but ordinary among the Monks.

What made Qin Tianhe even more helpless was that he had vaguely guessed Guangming’s intention.

"These bald-asses... they’re using me as bait!"

Qin Tianhe gritted his teeth. In truth, Guangming and his men could have caught up and killed him long ago, yet they kept him on the line, merely maintaining the pretense of a chase.

’Are they trying to see if anyone will come to rescue me?’

At this thought, Qin Tianhe almost wanted to laugh. What did these bald-asses take the Stain Sect for? Great paragons of virtue who cared for their teammates and sacrificed themselves for others?

Rather than hoping someone would come to save him, it would be more realistic to hope he could find a few other Stain Sect Disciples to use as human shields.

In fact, Qin Tianhe was already planning to do just that.

As the saying goes, better a fellow Daoist die than I. As a Stain Sect Disciple, he was always very clear on major issues of principle, like whether it should be him or someone else who dies.

But just then, a whistling sound suddenly echoed from the sky.

"What... is that?"

"Looks like another Demon from the North!"

Guangming and Qin Tianhe looked up at almost the same time, their faces lighting up with delight—the former because he had new prey, the latter because he had a scapegoat.

BOOM!

The next second, a Flying Light plummeted from the sky like a meteor of fire and lightning. It created a series of heaven-shattering rumbles as it passed, only to split apart upon landing.

Immediately after, Lü Yang strolled out from within it, sword-rainbows piercing the sky around him and stirring Qi Tides in all directions.

The moment he saw him, Qin Tianhe froze on the spot.

Faced with such an imposing presence, Guangming’s heart also trembled. He did not rush forward but stopped and said in a deep voice, "Patron, may I ask who you are...?"

SWISH—!

The Sword Pill let out a sharp cry and vanished in a flash!

Lü Yang couldn’t be bothered to answer. He simply raised his sword and slashed. The Monk at the very front saw this and immediately activated technique, turning into a sturdy Golden Body.

This was a common tactic for the Pure Land in group Combat. First, a Monk who had refined a Golden Body physique and possessed numerous life-saving techniques would block at the front.

Then, the other Monks would unleash their techniques from behind, further supported by the enhancement of an Array. They were like a mobile fortress, able to attack while advancing and defend while retreating.

Therefore, when Lü Yang made his move, the group of Monks immediately responded as they always did.

"I’ll block him! You guys..."

The Monk who had moved to face Lü Yang couldn’t finish his sentence. He felt his voice cut off in his throat, and then his vision began to spin.

"...Huh?"

He had spent decades tempering his Golden Body. Normally, not even a Superior Artifact could break through it easily, yet now it felt as if it were made of paper.

Decapitated with a single slash!

Lü Yang’s expression was indifferent. He didn’t know that the Pure Land and the Dao Court had already formed an alliance, nor that the Celestial Sword Pavilion had sent an acquaintance of his as outside help to participate in this battle.

With the Stain Sect Perfected Lord watching from above, all he knew was that it was time to unleash a massacre!

The force of his swing, the height of his raised hand, the precision of his spellcasting, the speed of his pursuit—only by giving it his all could he show his conviction to the Stain Sect Perfected Lord!