CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 91: GETTING THE MUSTARD WORLD_1

After Zhang Yangtian’s defeat and escape, many talented Martial Artists ceased fighting, their eyes dull as they stared at Qin Wudao. The scene was silent, not a peep to be heard.

Mixed emotions filled everyone’s hearts. For the disciples of Gun City, this was good news. After all, they had sided with Qin Wudao from the beginning, positioning themselves as allies. However, for the Lin Family and the Great Azure Empire, their feelings were complex. On one hand, they were relieved that Zhang Yangtian had fled; on the other, they envied Qin Wudao’s talent. Lin Jiewen, in particular, was so envious his eyes turned red, as if he wanted to devour Qin Wudao.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Changeable Mansion and the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect felt nothing but sheer despair. Among them, Zhang Yangtian had been the strongest, but now he had fled. Who could possibly be a match for Qin Wudao?

For a moment, everyone ignored what Qin Wudao had said.

Only one person wore a shocked expression. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward and asked, "How did you figure it out?"

The person who spoke was Duan Yonghui. He stared intently at Qin Wudao, his pupils deep and piercing, as if trying to see right through him, to understand him completely.

"During the battle with the Skeleton Ghost King," Qin Wudao said calmly, standing upright, his eyes filled with disdain. "Your strength may not match Zhang Yangtian’s, but it’s not much weaker either. Yet, you pretended to be unconscious, which is unusual.

"You worked hard to conceal yourself because you have grand ambitions. You want not only to kill me but probably also wished to assassinate Zhang Yangtian and seize control of the Four-Level Mustard World!"

Besides, I have an earth-level soul force, which makes my senses incredibly sharp, Qin Wudao thought. I can make precise judgments based on a person’s heartbeat, breathing, and subtle changes in expression.

Indeed, Duan Yonghui had hidden himself very well. To an ordinary Martial Artist, his act was flawless; even Zhang Yangtian hadn’t noticed.

But every disguise has a flaw, Qin Wudao mused.

"So that’s how it is!" Duan Yonghui exclaimed, initially surprised, then realization dawned. His face twisted into a ferocious expression as dazzling black flames erupted behind him, stirring the once serene Void once more.

The temperature in the Void skyrocketed. Ten thousand zhang away, an uprooted ancient tree spontaneously combusted, flames soaring into the sky, illuminating half the firmament.

"After such a prolonged battle, the Spiritual Energy in your Dantian must be nearly exhausted! Your end is near!" Duan Yonghui roared, his voice thick with killing intent. Since his defeat at Death Bone Mountain, his life had undergone drastic changes. First, Duan Wanjiang had perished, and he had lost his dearest kin. Second, Han Yuquan, the Black Bishop, had betrayed him, leading to his imprisonment and powerlessness.

Although he now bore the title of Pope of the Holy Fire Sect, anyone with discerning eyes could see he was merely a puppet, a dog kept by Zhang Yangtian.

Sorrow! Humiliation! These emotions flooded his heart. He blamed Qin Wudao entirely for his current predicament. Thus, he had endured humiliation and bided his time, feigning unconsciousness, all for the sake of killing Qin Wudao.

ROAR!

With the escalating flames, a black fire dragon, a thousand zhang in length, materialized above Duan Yonghui’s head. It coiled in the firmament, each of its scales exceptionally distinct. The dragon’s might was majestic, its extreme pressure instilling a desire to submit in all who felt it.

Compared to before, his strength had increased enormously. He was now no weaker than Zhang Yangtian! The Dark Demon Body could only unleash its greatest potential in darkness.

"You have no chance!" Qin Wudao declared, his expression unchanged. He might be lacking in many things, but Spiritual Energy was not one of them. His profound foundation from the Nine-Turn Nirvana ensured an almost inexhaustible supply. Even if his Spiritual Energy were depleted, he had many elixirs in his spatial storage to restore it.

"Heavenly Dragon Demon Flame!" Qin Wudao sheathed the Xuanyuan Sword and waved his right hand. A black flame appeared, and under the precise control of his soul force, it transformed into a Heavenly Dragon, roaring as it soared into the sky.

I will defeat Duan Yonghui in his own area of expertise!

Qin Wudao resolved.

ROAR!

ROOOAR...

Two ten-thousand-zhang-long giant dragons battled in the Void. Their roars were endless, and the blazing light seared the Void. Even a single spark could instantly kill a Nirvana Realm Martial Artist.

"Run!" The many onlookers hastily retreated, frantically executing their movement techniques, leaving a series of afterimages in the Void.

BOOM!

Under the terrifying impact, the Ghost Tomb ruins began to tremble and split down the center. A ravine hundreds of li long emerged, bottomless, continuously spewing forth the violent power of the Void. The entire Ghost Tomb ruins showed signs of collapsing.

A disciple from the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect failed to escape in time. Swept up by the power of the Void, he exploded into a mist of blood in the blink of an eye, without even a chance to scream. Witnessing this, the remaining disciples trembled uncontrollably, scared rigid.

"Kill!" Duan Yonghui, consumed by murderous intent, cared nothing for the collapsing ruins. He clenched his right fist, sweeping it across the sky, his mind fixed on a single thought: kill Qin Wudao.

What if the world itself is destroyed? It has nothing to do with me! he thought.

I need to wrap this up quickly! Qin Wudao glanced around and activated his Chaos Divine Body. Its surface became covered in Rhymes in Dao, emanating Yin Yang Qi. Upon careful sensing, one would discover his aura was now identical to Zhang Yangtian’s!

The power of Yin Yang? This is the hallmark of the Yin Yang Divine Body! But the Dao is different... In each era, only one of the three thousand special physiques is supposed to appear, isn’t it?

Duan Yonghui, rushing forward, was inwardly horrified, a sharp glint in his eyes. How can Qin Wudao use the Divine Skills of the Yin Yang Divine Body? He vaguely sensed he had stumbled upon a monumental secret.

However, before he could ponder it further, a Yin Yang finger seal descended from the Nine Heavens, shattering heaven and earth, and toppling the stars.

BOOM!

The earth shook as Duan Yonghui’s fist met the finger seal. He immediately felt a tremendous force assail him, and his expression changed dramatically. He roared, preparing to throw another punch, but it was already too late. Before his despairing eyes, the finger seal pierced through all his defenses and struck him.

In an instant, his body was torn asunder, countless sprays of fresh blood erupting into the Void.

The Pope of the Holy Fire Sect!

The wielder of the Dark Demon Body!

Duan Yonghui, a peerless talent of his generation!

In the short span of a few breaths, he was defeated by Qin Wudao once more, bringing the final battle of his life to a conclusive end.

ARRR!

The black fire dragon let out a mournful howl and crashed to the ground, following its master to the grave.

However, the destruction it had wrought did not cease. The earth continued to crumble; thousand-zhang mountain peaks and vast plains were obliterated by the Void.

The apocalypse had truly arrived!

"Qin Wudao, quickly open the spatial portal! If we wait for the ruins’ order to collapse, we’re all going to die!" Lin Jiewen, dodging the Void’s power with a panicked expression, shouted loudly, yet his tone remained condescending.

Qin Wudao ignored him and landed before a Stele at the foot of a ten-thousand-zhang-high mountain. With a wave of his right hand, he dripped a drop of his blood onto the Stele.

BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ...

As the blood landed, the Stele began to tremble. Intricate patterns surfaced on it, emitting a dull hum.

About two breaths later, a spectral image shot out from the Stele, entered Qin Wudao’s forehead, and vanished.

Simultaneously, atop the Myriad Blade Giant Mountain, a spatial vortex appeared, connecting to the outside world.