Chapter 136: Kill

The moment Li Muwan saw that figure, she let out a sigh of relief, her body went limp, and she leaned against the wall. At that moment, a cold arm wrapped around her armpit. Li Muwan was startled, feeling her body instantly fly up at an extremely fast speed.

The familiar scent wafted to her nose, and Li Muwan's heart settled slightly. All she could see before her were rolling mists. She was about to speak when Wang Lin's indifferent voice reached her ears.

"Don't move. I'm taking you to kill someone."

Wang Lin held Li Muwan, his body pausing in mid-air. A Dragon Tendon immediately flew out from his Storage Pouch. With a wave of his right hand, the Dragon Tendon lengthened, and its end whipped out, directly binding the headless corpse of the Big Head Cultivator. Then, the Dragon Tendon split into two from its end, and the branches immediately bound Park Lin's corpse.

Wang Lin gripped the Dragon Tendon in his right hand, and with a sweep of his Divine Sense, the locations of the fleeing crowd immediately appeared in his mind. A hint of mockery flashed in his heart, and he moved, chasing towards the northeast. He flew in mid-air, gripping the Dragon Tendon. Behind him, the Dragon Tendon bound the bodies of two Core Formation Stage Cultivators, floating and following from a distance.

Kun Sang's heart was panicked. The feeling from that moment was like a pair of large hands stirring his Sea of Consciousness; it seemed that with just a gentle squeeze, his Soul would instantly be extinguished.

Especially Park Lin's bizarre death, which made him even more terrified. The regret in his heart at this moment could not be overstated, even with the word 'overwhelming'. For a Pill Furnace, two of the three of them had already died. Thinking of this, his heart was in turmoil. He gritted his teeth and slapped his Storage Pouch, pulling out several Medicinal Pills. He swallowed them without hesitation. After catalyzing them with spiritual power, he bit the tip of his tongue, spraying out a mist of blood. His hands quickly formed several spiritual sensations within the mist. His body rapidly withered as the spiritual sensations were cast, but his speed increased severalfold.

Leaving behind an afterimage, his body had already rapidly rushed out a hundred li.

Wang Lin wore a cold smile, his body streaking across the sky like a meteor. He saw Kun Sang in the distance, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out a crystal light. The crystal light flashed and immediately disappeared, instantly appearing a hundred li away.

As Kun Sang flew in a panic, his lower back suddenly ached. When he looked down, a crystal light had pierced through his chest. His Golden Core immediately flew out from his chest and floated backward. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, his vision growing darker and darker. Finally, his body tilted and fell from mid-air. Before he died, he still couldn't understand why everything had suddenly reversed, why the prey had become the hunter.

The moment his body fell, a golden thread immediately shot out from the Dragon Tendon behind Wang Lin. With a sweep, it bound his corpse. As Wang Lin flew past, Kun Sang's corpse, bound by the Dragon Tendon, was flung behind him.

The three Core Formation Stage corpses, like three peacock tail feathers, were pulled straight by the Dragon Tendon in a '人' (ren, person) formation in mid-air, and Wang Lin was the peacock's crown.

"The third one!" Wang Lin's face was grim. He threw the Golden Core in his hand into his Storage Pouch, turned his body, and flew towards the next target.

Li Muwan looked at the scene before her. Although she had mentally prepared herself, her heart was still stirred by tempestuous waves. At this moment, Wang Lin's power transformed into an indelible imprint, deeply etched into her heart.

Chen Hai, an Elder of the Dou Xie Sect, who usually enjoyed respect, was now like a stray dog, fleeing in a panic. He knew his speed was not good, so after not fleeing far, he immediately used a Spell to dig a large pit in the ground, concealed all his aura, and buried himself underground.

When he was still in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he had used this method many times to escape calamities. Now, lying underground, he smiled bitterly, thinking that it had been a long time since he had used this life-saving technique.

He let out a soft sigh, but then, the sigh solidified in his mouth. His eyes suddenly bulged, revealing the red lightning that abruptly appeared in his pupils. Blood continuously flowed from his seven orifices, and his Sea of Consciousness was turned upside down, filled with red electric light.

A golden thread drilled out from the soil, binding Chen Hai's corpse, stirring up layers of mud, and pulling it out.

"The fourth one!" The end of the Dragon Tendon split into four. Of the four Core Formation Stage corpses, except for the one that had lost its head, the other three all had blood coagulated between their noses and eyes, looking extremely terrifying.

Having killed two more people, the cold glint in Wang Lin's eyes not only did not diminish but intensified. He once again flew away.

An incense stick later, the corpses behind Wang Lin had increased from four to nine.

The last remaining person was Grand Elder Qian Kun, who had fled the earliest. The further he ran, the colder his heart became, especially when his Divine Sense swept out and he saw the nine corpses bound by the Dragon Tendon behind Wang Lin, which made his scalp tingle even more.

In such a short time, the other party had actually killed all the Core Formation Cultivators except him. What kind of cultivation could achieve this?

"Could he be in the Nascent Soul Stage?" Qian Kun trembled in his heart, but then immediately denied this idea. When they were chasing Wang Lin earlier, they had seen his cultivation clearly: he was clearly just a False Core Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage Great Perfection.

If not for that, they wouldn't have chased him playfully. But now, the situation had suddenly reversed, and this reversal was so fast that Qian Kun felt like he was dreaming in broad daylight, except this dream was a nightmare.

Wang Lin followed closely behind, the cold glint in his eyes growing stronger. He stared at Qian Kun, who had already run far, a cold sneer in his heart. This Qian Kun was, after all, a Core Formation Middle Stage Cultivator, his speed several times faster than others. However, Wang Lin was not in a hurry; the other party's rapid escape would consume a great deal of spiritual power, and it wouldn't be long before he slowed down.

Qian Kun gritted his teeth and changed direction. He remembered that there was a branch of the Dou Xie Sect not far away, with two Core Formation Cultivators stationed there. Facing a life-and-death crisis, he couldn't care about anything else, only hoping that others could obstruct the opponent for a while so he could save his own life first.

He exerted all his spiritual power, rushing towards the Dou Xie branch at maximum speed.

Wuding Peak is a towering giant mountain, with pavilions everywhere. A thousand years ago, it was originally a large School nearby. Unfortunately, after the School declined a thousand years later, it was annihilated by the Dou Xie Sect and became one of its branches.

On this day, the Disciples of the branch were cultivating individually. The two Core Formation Elders, brothers Mu Nan and Mu Bei, suddenly opened their eyes from meditation. The two looked at each other and hurriedly pushed the door open.

In mid-air, Qian Kun flew in a disheveled state. Before he even got close, he shouted loudly: "Mu Nan, Mu Bei, I order you two to coordinate all Wuding Peak Disciples to quickly obstruct the person chasing behind me! Do not allow this person to fly half a step out of Wuding Peak! If successful, you will be rewarded with ten thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones!" With that, his body flashed past, fleeing in a panic.

Mu Nan and Mu Bei had just appeared when they heard Qian Kun's voice. The two were stunned, and their expressions changed slightly. An enemy who could make the Grand Elder flee for his life, how could the two of them resist?

Just then, within their line of sight, Wang Lin appeared. Mu Nan and Mu Bei were already guessing who could make the Grand Elder so disheveled. Now, upon seeing Wang Lin, their minds were inexplicably shaken, especially when they saw the nine corpses trailing behind Wang Lin.

The two concentrated their gaze, and their expressions immediately changed again and again. Mu Nan exclaimed, "The nine Elders from the headquarters… this… this…"

Mu Bei took a deep breath, coldness filling his entire body. He tugged at Mu Nan, then respectfully stood to the side and loudly said, "Junior Mu Bei greets Senior."

Mu Nan's body trembled, and he quickly and deferentially bowed, "Junior Mu Nan greets Senior."

Wang Lin gave them a cold glance, his speed undiminished, and he rushed past in mid-air. With just one look, the two felt their hearts pound, and the backs of their clothes were immediately soaked with sweat.

Qian Kun had been flying at high speed for so long that his spiritual power was somewhat unable to keep up. He slapped his Storage Pouch, took out a Spirit Pill, and swallowed it. However, with this delay, Wang Lin's distance to him became even closer.

Seeing Wang Lin getting closer and closer, he let out a bitter laugh, turned back to give Wang Lin a malicious look, gritted his teeth, and pulled out a red token from his Storage Pouch. On this token was a deep red character for "Slay" (诛).

This token was the most famous Ten Thousand Devils Hundred-Day Slay Order in the Cultivation Devil Sea. This order was passed down from ancient times, and the craftsmanship for its creation had already been lost. Even within the Cultivation Devil Sea, fewer than ten remained. Qian Kun had obtained it by chance. After acquiring it, he immediately refined it as a supreme treasure, fearing others would know, and had always hidden it deeply as his greatest trump card, preparing to use it in the future to enhance his Divine Abilities.

The requirements for activating this order were extremely strict, demanding the life of a Cultivator above the Core Formation Stage as a sacrifice. Anyone who killed the wanted person would obtain the full cultivation of the sacrificer, refined into a cultivation Pill. After consuming it, one's Divine Abilities would be significantly enhanced.

It was precisely because of this order's bizarre effect that demon Cultivators would often rush forward to fight whenever they saw a wanted person. And it was also because of this special effect of the Slay Order that almost no one who obtained the token would personally activate it. Instead, they would find a Core Formation Cultivator to activate it, and as for the wanted person, they would just find someone nearby. Then, they could easily obtain a cultivation Pill.

As a result, the tokens became fewer and fewer. By now, throughout the entire Cultivation Devil Sea, even saying there were ten might be an overestimation. Qian Kun's original intention was also to use it when breaking through to the Nascent Soul Stage, but now facing a life-and-death crisis, he hardened his heart. He took out the token, stopped his body, and waited for Wang Lin to approach.

Anyone wanted by this order, as long as they were within the Cultivation Devil Sea's sphere of influence, few could survive a hundred days. Conversely, if nothing happened within a hundred days, they could personally consume the cultivation Pill of the token activator to enhance their Divine Abilities.

Seeing the opponent approaching, Qian Kun held the Ten Thousand Devils Hundred-Day Slay Order and, with a restrained voice, shouted, "Stop! Do you recognize this token? I have already refined it with the token, and my Soul is integrated into it. If you kill me, you will definitely be wanted by the Slay Order. The fault for today's matter lies with my side, but you have already killed nine people. Why must you exterminate us all? If you let me go, I can introduce you, allowing you to become a Grand Elder of my Dou Xie Sect, just like me. How about it!"

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Having my ranking broken by two consecutive books behind me, I've fallen off the list. Although I was prepared, my heart is still complicated. Let it fall, I no longer have the strength to contend.