The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 1412 - 1403: The Final Kill

When Shui Ziyan, Shui Menghan, and the others were searching for Ye Chenfeng amidst the vast sand.

In the Northern Desolate Wasteland.

The leaders of the Shuis, Wanyue Pavilion, Yinming Sect, Hanbing Sect, and Hundred Beasts Sect had all gathered together.

Their eyes were fixed on the black vortex in the sand before them, and each of them couldn’t help but frown.

This black vortex is the entrance to the ancient God-Demon Cemetery. Initially, according to the estimates of the leaders of these five Sects, they would only be able to reopen this entrance after six months to let the disciples inside the relics out.

But what the leaders of the five Sects did not expect was that the entrance to the relics had opened itself? And according to their senses, the entrance had become very unstable. They roughly speculated that something might have happened in the relics? Now this relic is in a state of collapse.

Though the entrance to the relics had opened on its own, the black vortex was constantly shrinking, and the entrance was about to completely disappear. The leaders of the five Sects present knew that if the entrance disappeared now, those who had entered the relics might never be able to come out again.

Lei Wunian, the leader of the Shuis, with a solemn look in his eyes, said, "Everyone, now that the entrance to the relics has reopened, we must draw the disciples out of the relics. If we delay any further, I fear we will all be powerless."

Zhou Fu’an, the leader of the Wanyue Pavilion, immediately nodded in agreement, "Lei Wunian is right; if we don’t act now, then when?"

As he spoke, the aura of the middle stage of the fourth heaven in the Creation Realm surged from Zhou Fu’an’s body. He clasped his index and middle finger of his right hand together, aiming them at the black vortex, and a white light shot from his clasped fingers into the black vortex, slowing its shrinking speed.

Following Zhou Fu’an’s decisive action, the leaders of the Shuis’ Lei Wunian, Hanbing Sect’s Ning Hongfei, Hundred Beasts Sect’s Ji Fengde, and Yinming Sect’s Song Chunmei and Wang Muyan also took action one after another, causing white lights to successively pour into the black vortex.

Among these people, Lei Wunian was at the initial stage of the fourth heaven in the Creation Realm, Ning Hongfei at the peak of the third heaven, Ji Fengde at the later stage of the third heaven, Song Chunmei at the peak of the third heaven, and finally Wang Muyan at the initial stage of the third heaven.

The combined efforts of the Creation Realm experts from the five Sects slowed the shrinking of the black vortex further, and Lei Wunian said, "With our strength, we can sustain the entrance for two hours at most; we must immediately find a way to notify the disciples inside the relics."

...

Inside the ancient God-Demon Cemetery.

The black spatial fissures were increasing. If Shui Ziyan and the others fell into these fissures, their bodies would be instantly crushed due to their power levels.

Shui Ziyan, Shui Menghan, Su Bingshuan, and Liang Zuoyi, while dodging the spatial fissures, were also trying to sense Ye Chenfeng’s aura in the sand, but they couldn’t detect even the slightest trace of it. Seeing the space in the relics becoming increasingly unstable, they began to feel anxious.

At this moment, a white light descended from the distant sky, followed by a voice that echoed in the relics: "Zi Yan, Menghan, are you both alright? If so, quickly enter the white light; this relic is about to collapse, and the entrance will forever disappear. We can only maintain the entrance for two hours."

Upon hearing the voice from the distant sky, Shui Ziyan immediately said, "It’s Elder Lei."

Beside her, Shui Menghan stubbornly replied, "Sister, we haven’t found Brother Ye yet! We can’t leave here."

But just as Shui Menghan finished speaking, the surrounding spaces started warping, and the black spatial fissures turned into black holes, emitting suction forces.

The vast ruins offered no trace of Ye Chenfeng’s aura, and staying here would mean certain death for Shui Ziyan and the others, thus betraying Ye Chenfeng’s good intentions. They had to leave immediately.

Shui Ziyan said to Shui Menghan, "Menghan, if your Brother Ye were here, he would definitely want us to leave. We can’t stay here any longer."

Shui Menghan, with red-rimmed eyes, shook her head and said, "Sister, we can’t just leave like this; I have to find Brother Ye."

Seeing Shui Menghan’s extreme emotions, Shui Ziyan unexpectedly knocked her unconscious, then said to Su Bingshuan and Liang Zuoyi, "Let’s leave here immediately, or else Chenfeng’s sacrifice will be in vain."

Liang Zuoyi’s face was filled with anguish; he knew staying meant death. However, he thought Ye Chenfeng might still be buried here, and if the relics collapsed, Ye Chenfeng would surely die, and he, Liang Zuoyi, would accompany him in death.

Su Bingshuan’s face was also full of hesitation, but Shui Ziyan spoke again, "Do you think I don’t want to find Ye Chenfeng? But what can we do by staying? We’ll all die here; does that have any meaning to you?"

Upon hearing this, Su Bingshuan nodded and followed Shui Ziyan, while Liang Zuoyi had no choice but to leave with them, quickly heading toward the distant white light.

Shortly after Shui Ziyan and the others had left, with a loud "bang!", Ning Xuening burst out from the sand. The powerful impact had damaged the iron cage that confined her, and she vaguely heard Lei Wunian’s voice. She unhesitatingly rushed toward the distant white light.

Just as Ning Xuening had left, Ning Xuesong also emerged from the sand. Seeing the increasing spatial black holes around him, he, too, quickly dashed toward the distant white light.

After Ning Xuening and Ning Xuesong emerged from the sand, Jiang Motian of the Yinming Sect also burst out, indicating that their iron cages had all been damaged by the earlier impact.

Seeing the relics about to collapse, Jiang Motian initially wanted to rush toward the distant white light, but after stepping forward, he suddenly stopped. He felt the special laws within the relics had yet to vanish, and he sensed three auras in the surrounding sand.

A sinister smile appeared on Jiang Motian’s face as the aura of the middle stage of the first heaven in the Divine Thought Realm surged from his body. He swiftly began digging up the sand, soon revealing two nearly intact iron cages. The people inside were Yang Shatian and Wang Mulei from the Blood Sect, revealing their unlucky fate compared to Jiang Motian and the others.

Seeing Jiang Motian, Yang Shatian and Wang Mulei immediately pleaded, "Quick, save us."

A cruel smile curled Jiang Motian’s lips as a flicker of light flashed on the storage ring on his finger, and a cyan longsword appeared in his hand. Before Yang Shatian could react, with a "puchi!" sound, the cyan longsword pierced Yang Shatian’s throat, causing his eyes to open wide.

"You..."

The other cage, containing Wang Mulei, barely managed a single word before a "puchi!" sound followed, and his throat was similarly pierced, as the cramped confines of the cage afforded no room to evade.

Upon their deaths, part of Yang Shatian and Wang Mulei’s energy surged into Jiang Motian’s body. The other part of their energy, due to the vanishing black rift in the sky, dissipated into the surrounding air.

Jiang Motian showed no signs of stopping. He quickly began digging into the sand behind him. With spatial holes increasing, Jiang Motian pushed his speed and strength to the limit, soon uncovering the cage that confined Wang Qian from the Yinming Sect. Upon seeing Jiang Motian, Wang Qian was about to speak, but Jiang Motian gave him no such chance, swiftly piercing Wang Qian’s throat with the cyan longsword, coldly laughing, "Wang Qian, you think you can compete with me for the position of Saint Heir of the Yinming Sect? You think you can compete for Lin Xinyi with me? You are merely a stepping stone for my rise."

With a swift "shua!"

As Jiang Motian withdrew the cyan longsword from Wang Qian’s throat, part of Wang Qian’s energy surged into Jiang Motian’s body.

The continuous absorption of energy made Jiang Motian feel as if his body might burst. After storing the cyan longsword in the storage ring, he swiftly dashed toward the distant white light. He had to leave the relics before he could fuse the energy within his body.

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