The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 700 - 394: No Escape?_2

Heavenly Thunder has always been the nemesis of all ghostly and evil spirits, and the set of Silver Needles he brings out wields not just the common Heavenly Thunder, but the very tribulation thunder that Langya himself secretly intercepted during his Crossing Tribulation! This scoundrel has claimed a good many lives, and when Heaven sends down the Heavenly Tribulation to gather him, who knows how many heavy heavenly tribulations were sent. Therefore, the strength of the tribulation thunder within these Silver Needles, both in quantity and quality, is incredibly abundant, surely enough for Duanmu Yan to have a real headache.

Even at his prime, it would be no easy feat for Duanmu Yan to fend off the attacks of the tribulation thunder, not to mention he was previously injured by the Samadhi True Fire, followed by the inexplicable destruction of a wisp of black smoke avatar leading to backlash? This only adds insult to injury, as the purple light in his eyes flickers like a candle in the wind.

Despite the thundering needles piercing his body, rattling him to his very core, and his Divine Soul suffering another blow, Duanmu Yan slowly picked himself up after the fall, unexpectedly not fleeing anymore but laboriously turning around, coldly looking at Langya and Qingluan. His entire body was charred black now, with only the whites of his eyes still visible on his face, an intimidating sight to behold.

This battle has only been ongoing for a mere fifty breaths from its commencement, bewildering to the observers, yet within the Bashe Forest behind, silhouettes began to appear; the Hidden Stream Demons have finally heeded the summons and arrived.

Langya lets out a clear howl: "Stay back, all of you! Don’t come any closer!" Finished speaking, he glances at Qingluan irritably. He himself is more than capable of taking down Duanmu Yan alone. It is apparent that Qingluan knew this too; her summoning of the others is merely to make it difficult for him to take action against her and Ning Xiaoxian amidst the watchful eyes, given that his prior deeds were not exactly honorable.

At his command, the figures in the forest settled down.

Langya says to Duanmu Yan: "There is no escape for you, surrender now."

Duanmu Yan spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, then brought out a transparent small bottle from his bosom. The medicine within the bottle, identical to the one Ning Xiaoxian had pulled out earlier, was yellow and seemed both liquid and gaseous. Langya knew this had to be the real Enchanting Soup. Duanmu Yan had claimed not to have it on him before; it seems that was merely an excuse. Langya’s Adam’s apple involuntarily shifted as Ning Xiaoxian had already broken her bottle, whether real or fake, he must obtain this one from Duanmu Yan.

Duanmu Yan gives him a twisted smile, his voice hoarse and grating like a torn bellows: "I no longer want the Dragon Elephant Fruit Seed. Kill her for me, and this medicine is yours. Otherwise, I’ll crush it as well." He said, and pointed at Ning Xiaoxian!

At this juncture, whether he surrenders the Enchanting Soup or not, the Hidden Stream won’t let him leave. He must resort to his last trick. It’s always been this young lady who has foiled his grand schemes. Plus, the wisp of his avatar he had sent her, for some reason, vanished without a trace, likely indicating she holds some peculiar secrets. He vaguely perceives a great threat emanating from her, making the Dragon Elephant Fruit Seed seem insignificant by comparison. A voice within him resounds repeatedly: this woman must not be spared.

Langya’s gaze also turns toward Ning Xiaoxian, admiring her composure upon hearing those words.

What Duanmu Yan has said is exactly what he desired. Had it not been for this young girl’s abrupt interference, the transaction between him and Duanmu Yan could have continued. Furthermore, she has made a fool out of him several times with her wit, appearing a bit too sharp for her own good. "The tree that stands out in the forest is the first to be blown down by the wind," he dislikes such overtly clever individuals. So, even if Duanmu Yan hadn’t made this request, he wouldn’t have let her off afterward.

How could Ning Xiaoxian be unaware that the killing aura flickered in Langya’s eyes? Being remembered by an Immortal is definitely not a good thing, but fortunately, she had already discussed with Changtian, now smiling calmly, she said: "If you are willing to take out the Enchanting Soup, why didn’t you hand it over before things went south? You could have avoided so much suffering."

Indeed, had Duanmu Yan handed over the Enchanting Soup right away upon realizing things were turning dire, he wouldn’t need to be pursued by everyone. Both Duanmu Yan and Langya’s expressions shifted, obviously harboring their own schemes.

She continued: "Moreover, by using the Enchanting Soup to coerce the Sect Leader into killing me, it still essentially remains a transaction, only that what’s being traded has changed from the Dragon Elephant Fruit Seed to my life! Don’t you understand? Due to the Divine Power of this forest, the Langya Sect Leader can’t make any deal with you, this one included!" She spread her hands, "So at least until now, I’m still safe, and you... you better hurry and make preparations for your afterlife."

The Hidden Stream Demons lurking in the Bashe Forest, although not showing their faces, cast chillingly cold glances towards Duanmu Yan as if they were looking upon a dead man. Nevertheless, Langya didn’t issue an order to launch an all-out assault; after all, dealing with an Ancient Demon like that, who knows what tricks he still has up his sleeve, not to mention, if it comes down to mutual destruction in the end, it wouldn’t be worth it for the Hidden Stream.

Duanmu Yan stared intently at her for a moment, then coldly chuckled: "Good, very good!" He hesitantly looked at the bottle in his hand for a few moments, then made a move that no one anticipated—he flung it far away! In that instant, his entire Spiritual Power surged, propelling the bottle as if it had sprouted wings, flying far and fast.

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