Chapter 817: Shura
Fortunately, Song Yan’s Divine Sense was sharp enough that at the moment the opponent made a move, he barely managed to form a Sword Incantation.
He activated the Unmoored Boat to block the surprise attack.
Clang—
The vicious Flying Blade and the Unmoored Boat were in a stalemate.
Footsteps came from beside his ear.
He glanced sideways, and the person in gray cloth robes was Chen Li.
"Tsk tsk, truly astonishing talent, Fellow Daoist Song."
Song Yan’s gaze was cold, and he said nothing, continuing to recover his state.
At this moment, Chen Li’s face was twisted with excitement and a cruel smile.
His eyes, like a venomous snake, stared intently at Song Yan.
From the moment Song Yan chased into the forest, he had concealed his aura and followed closely behind.
He maintained a distance that wouldn’t be discovered, waiting for the moment when both sides were injured.
That Song Yesheng being able to make the first move and kill the heavily injured, dying False Core Realm Cultivator was indeed far beyond Chen Li’s expectations.
But it wasn’t a big problem; the person surnamed Song was also heavily injured, and the rebel he killed had turned into crimson Spiritual Power, merging into the ancient talisman.
He only needed to kill him, and everything would be his.
Profound Ghost Demonic Seed, Illusory Heavenly Shadow.
Chen Li no longer hesitated, his hands suddenly formed a seal, Devilish Qi boiled around him, and a twisted force instantly condensed.
Surging Devilish Qi around him condensed into a black-purple illusory figure, ferocious and evil, with malevolent demonic light.
The demonic shadow’s claws tore through the air, fiercely striking at Song Yan’s vital points.
Chen Li’s eyes flickered with a crazed light; he seemed to have already seen Song Yan’s death and the ancient talisman in his hands.
Perhaps, he could also obtain some Opportunity from this boy’s Storage Bag.
That sword strike earlier was world-shaking; if he could learn it... In just a moment of distraction, Chen Li suddenly heard the sound of a sword beside his ear.
Looking up, his attack suddenly paused.
A giant fist extended from behind Song Yan.
The palm was as black as ink, but there were many golden patterns on the back of the hand and arm, profound and complex.
Five thick fingers were tightly clenched, and a punch was thrown straight out!
"Bang!"
A golden light flashed, and the demonic shadow around Chen Li was instantly shattered.
He himself was sent flying, his protective Spiritual Qi breaking several trees before he barely managed to stabilize his body.
"..."
Looking up again, Chen Li was completely stunned, staring blankly at Song Yan... and the three-zhang Dharma Body behind him, like an Asura from Hell.
Song Yan hadn’t even fully turned his body.
He just tilted his head slightly, his eyes, tired from weakness, now looked at Chen Li.
Cold and indifferent.
Chen Li inexplicably felt a shiver in his heart.
The shattered demonic shadow did not return to Chen Li’s surroundings; the Asura Dharma Body waved its large hand, and strands of Devilish Qi all merged into its body.
Faintly, the blackness of this Dharma Body seemed to deepen slightly, and the profound gilded patterns within it also became brighter.
Ever since the fleshly form of this Great Bright Dharma Aspect completely condensed, it seemed there had never been an Opportunity to make a move.
He didn’t expect that the first time he acted after Foundation Establishment, his opponent would be a Cultivator who practiced Demonic Technique.
"You..."
Chen Li’s expression was panicked; he wanted to say something, but he stammered and couldn’t utter a single word.
Asura Path!?
To Cultivate a Dharma Body in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and to such an extent, this person must be a Genius from the Asura Path Dao lineage.
However, he no longer had a chance to organize his thoughts.
He saw the pitch-black Asura Dharma Body suddenly strike a palm towards him from a distance.
Brilliant golden light flashed, and an overwhelming aura swept over.
He suddenly came to his senses and quickly activated Devilish Qi to protect himself, but the immense force swept over, completely engulfing the demonic shadow around him.
Chen Li activated his Spiritual Power, and the vicious Flying Blade quickly attacked Song Yan.
But it was grabbed by the Dharma Body and couldn’t move.
At this moment, Chen Li’s demonic illusory image was also swept by the golden palm wind to the front of the Dharma Body.
He only felt terrified, his fear reaching its peak.
He saw the Asura Dharma Body press down with its large palm, pushing the demonic shadow, which was trying to escape, from mid-air.
Then it kicked out, knocking the demonic shadow to the ground, and then closed in, squeezing the vicious Flying Blade in its right hand and fiercely stabbing it into the demonic shadow.
Pfft.
It actually pinned the demonic shadow to the ground.
"Chirp—!"
The demonic shadow struggled violently, emitting ghostly wails, but no one could help it.
After struggling and roaring for a while, it dissipated.
Strands of Devilish Qi merged into the Dharma Body.
Chen Li had long felt panic in his heart, but only at this moment did he realize that if he didn’t escape now, he would probably die here.
He turned around and left, controlling a Spiritual Artifact, wanting to fly out of the forest.
Slap.
But he saw the Asura Dharma Body suddenly clap its hands together, and on the gilded patterns around its body, wind and thunder subtly leaped.
Then it shot up like a cannonball, leaping into the sky.
Just as Chen Li stepped onto his Spiritual Artifact, about to flee, he felt the sky darken.
He looked up slightly, and gasped.
A pitch-black, profound, fierce, and ferocious Dharma Body face appeared before him.
Bang!
A punch was thrown, the Spiritual Artifact shattered, Chen Li’s mind was greatly shaken, and his Spiritual Qi instantly vanished.
Before he could react, the pitch-black Dharma Body raised its hands high, its ten fingers clasped into a fist, and smashed down on his head.
"Ah—"
Chen Li couldn’t dodge in time, his nose bridge and cheekbones shattered, and he let out a sharp wail, his entire body like a broken kite with a snapped string, smashed to the ground.
"Hoo, cough cough... hoo..."
Chen Li gasped with difficulty, each inhale bringing a strong smell of blood, and the fear in his eyes reached its peak.
He looked up, and the Asura Dharma Body, facing the sun, its ferocious face in the light, looked down at him, its gaze cold and devoid of any emotion.
Its massive figure seemed to be slowly descending from the sky.
"Spare... spare my life..."
Chen Li’s face was covered in blood, and he used all his strength to squeeze out a few indistinct words from deep in his throat, foul blood constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth.
"Song... Fellow Daoist Song, no, no, Senior Song, spare... spare my dog life!"
"I... I am willing to offer all my treasures and secret arts... to be your ox and horse..."
As he begged for mercy, he struggled to drag his broken body.
But Song Yan did not respond at all, only closing his eyes to rest, recovering his state at the fastest speed.
In Chen Li’s desperate gaze, the Dharma Body’s descent speed became faster and more ferocious.
Falling from high in the sky, the massive shadow had already enveloped him in an instant.
"No, no..."
Boom—!
The Dharma Body’s giant body crashed to the ground, forcefully stepping on Chen Li.
The ground cracked in all directions.
With a crisp crack, Chen Li’s head and body were instantly crushed by the Dharma Body, blood and shattered bones splattered outwards, forming a blood ring spread across the ground.
He had no more life.
"..."
Song Yan exhaled deeply, and slowly opened his eyes.
He walked towards Chen Li’s shattered and shriveled corpse, and with a wave of his hand, picked up his Storage Bag.
However, just as Song Yan was about to leave, he saw a dense, chaotic, unknown energy emanating from Chen Li’s broken corpse, spreading from the shattered body.
A faint, transparent, human-shaped illusory figure with a blurred face slowly emerged from above the corpse.
"Hmm?"
Song Yan looked sideways, glancing at him.
This illusory figure had no emotional fluctuations, no fear, no resentment, only weakness and relief.
He first looked down at Chen Li’s corpse and muttered to himself.
"He died so miserably..."
Then he looked up at Song Yan, then at the ferocious and burly Dharma Aspect, and closed his eyes: "Be harsher, don’t make me suffer."
Song Yan frowned: "What are you?"
"Me?"
The figure was stunned for a moment, then honestly replied: "I am this damned bastard’s Illusory Heavenly Devil."
"He has a secret art that can use the Divine Soul of others or himself to refine an illusory aspect."
After speaking, he added: "This secret art should be found in his Storage Bag; I won’t introduce it further, it’s not a good thing."
Song Yan raised an eyebrow: "So you are the Divine Soul of a Cultivator he killed, refined into an Illusory Heavenly Devil?"
"Yes."
The figure nodded, spread his hands: "Now that Chen Li is dead, if you don’t kill me, I will turn into a vengeful spirit, a lonely ghost."
"It’s very ugly."
The Illusory Heavenly Devil mumbled, sizing up Song Yan, then suddenly cupped his hands: "This Fellow Daoist eliminates evil and promotes good; you clearly have a kind heart. Before I die, can I ask you for a favor?"
"I have no such obligation."
Song Yan shook his head, and the Illusory Heavenly Devil looked a little disappointed.
"However, you can tell me."
"Ah! You really are a kind person!" The illusory aspect was overjoyed: "No trouble, no trouble at all."
"You see, before I died, I had a wife and a son."
"When I died, I was ambushed and killed by that bastard. My sudden disappearance only brought suffering to my Dao Companion and son."
"I just want to ask you, if you ever meet them in the future, tell them that I died, but it wasn’t because I abandoned them."
"That’s all."
This matter was not troublesome, and it could be considered an act of kindness and accumulating virtue.
Moreover, in this vast world, whether they would even meet was another matter, so agreeing to him was harmless.
If they truly met, it could be called fate.
"What are your wife and son’s names?"
"My name is Wu Huaisheng, my wife is Xue Miaodan, and my son is Wu Yaosheng."
Song Yan nodded: "Understood."
"Good, good, good, thank you, benefactor."
He respectfully bowed to Song Yan, then closed his eyes.
Song Yan’s mind stirred, but he didn’t act himself.
The Dharma Body stepped forward, extended a finger, and gently pressed it against Wu Huaisheng’s forehead.
A Wind and Thunder Sword Qi condensed at the fingertip, instantly piercing through the illusory aspect.
It didn’t make him suffer much pain.
The Illusory Heavenly Devil dissipated, but it didn’t merge into the Dharma Body, which was a slight surprise to Song Yan.
However, the person was already dead, so he wouldn’t think about it further.
With this matter concluded, Song Yan did not let the Dharma Body dissipate, but merely raised his eyes slightly, looking at the surrounding dense forest.
"Fellow Daoists, haven’t you seen enough yet..."
He looked sideways, his golden eyes staring in one direction: "Do I need to invite you out?"
Rustle, rustle.
From the shadows of the dense forest, two figures slowly emerged from two different directions.
It was Wu Caidie and Li Yan.
At this moment, as the two looked at Song Yan and the Asura Dharma Body behind him, whose demonic flames reached the sky, their faces showed a hint of fear.
The purpose of their coming here was clear to all three present.
Most likely, they were also here for the golden-red ancient talisman in Song Yan’s hand.
Although they already had one in their hands, no one would dislike having more of such mysterious treasures.
What’s more, the ancient talisman Song Yan possessed still contained over thirty mysterious Spiritual Qi.
Naturally, they had to come and see.
Unexpectedly... this young man not only fought to the death and killed that False Core Realm rebel leader, but also counter-killed Chen Li, who was in the Foundation Establishment Realm Middle Stage.
Who would believe it if told?
Besides shock, Wu Caidie also felt deep confusion in her heart. Among the nine Border Region countries, in terms of the strength of the Cultivation World, their Zhao Country, Wei Country, and Jiang Country were naturally the strongest.
Qi Country, Chu Country, and Yue Country were the weakest.
But how could this Cultivator from Chu Country have such exaggerated combat power?
Considering the speed and methods with which his Dharma Body had just abused and killed Chen Li, Wu Caidie thought it over and realized that killing the two of them now would probably not be difficult either.
Where did such a person come from?
"Fellow Daoist Song... That Chen Li coveted your treasure and was killed by you; we all saw it clearly."
Li Yan quickly said: "When we return to the camp, we will explain it to the others."
"If Deputy General Luo asks, we will also report truthfully," Wu Caidie added.
"Hehe, then I thank you two."
Song Yan smiled gently and extended a hand: "Please return first, you two."
"Alright."
Li Yan felt as if he had received a great pardon, and quickly controlled his Flying Sword, hastily departing.
Wu Caidie took a deep look at Song Yan, slowly retreated, and also left with Li Yan.
"Hoo—"
Only after ensuring that the two had indeed left did Song Yan slowly exhale a breath of turbid air.
He quickly dispelled the Dharma Body, and a strong sense of fatigue came from his mind.
Previously, he had exhausted his strongest means, risking severe injury, to kill that False Core, and actually didn’t have much Sword Qi or Divine Sense left to use the Dharma Body.
Just now, he had completely relied on a little aftertaste of purple Qi to forcibly use it.
At this moment, a strong sense of fatigue and dizziness came over him, making him feel like vomiting, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Thankfully, he managed to handle everything.
To be fair, if those two had truly attacked together just now, he would most likely have been in grave danger.
Song Yan had actually left himself a fallback; he had originally thought that if it truly came to that, he could forcibly activate Void Wandering and head straight for the canyon to find Deputy General Luo Zheng.
Ordinary Cultivators wouldn’t be able to catch up to him.
He took a Medicinal Pill and rested for a moment. Just as he was about to return to the camp, he saw several streaks of rainbow light flying in the sky.
Song Yan was startled at first, but upon sensing the aura and power within them, he relaxed slightly.
Upon arriving, the rainbow lights dispersed, and dozens of people descended.
Luo Zheng, holding a long spear, walked over with a grand stride, looking down at Song Yan.
"Where is Xu Duan?"
Song Yan thought for a moment and knew that Xu Duan was the name of the rebel leader.
"He’s dead."
"Dead?"
Luo Zheng was slightly stunned; Xu Duan’s aura had indeed disappeared here.
But this young man in front of him was only at the Initial Stage of Foundation Establishment. Even if Xu Duan was on his last legs, he shouldn’t have fallen into his hands.
Song Yan subconsciously wanted to point to Xu Duan’s corpse, but then remembered that there was no corpse at all.
How... how could he prove that Xu Duan was dead?
They also couldn’t see the golden-red ancient talisman.
In this way, it seemed like he was boasting.
Unexpectedly, Luo Zheng only nodded and did not doubt him.
"Hmm, well done."
He believed it?
"Let’s go. The rebels are eliminated. Follow me back to the army."
Luo Zheng waved his large hand and turned to leave: "I still need to report back to General Bai..."