Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 414 - 226: Cuba: Fight for Territory? Better to Take Wang Xiu! (7200 words)_3
Finally, he arrived before a cluster of pavilions where over a hundred Demon Cultivators stood in strict formation, clearly waiting for him.
Four figures looked down from the top of the central pavilion.
One of them was a woman, so enchantingly seductive and scantily clad that she seemed to be wearing nothing more than a few strategically placed straps, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
The very picture of a Hehuan Sect Enchantress.
Wang Xiu slowly raised his head and gazed at the four of them without a word.
"You’re not Ghost Path Person!" one of the four, a man in white robes, said lightly. He casually shook a folding fan, appearing completely at ease, but his voice had an effeminate tone.
He was known as Young Master Baiyun. The name sounded lofty and righteous, and he had once been the young master of a renowned noble family. However, due to discord in his family from a young age, he grew to detest all relationships between men and women. Believing the two genders should not exist, he came up with the whimsical idea of merging them into one. To test his theories, the number of men and women who had died at his hands was immeasurable. From infants to adults to the elderly, he was indiscriminate.
Eventually, he actually developed something from his research and was said to have used it on himself. His name was infamous, a figure long-listed on the bounty boards of the Great Immortal Sects. He was an exceedingly powerful, seasoned Demon Cultivator of the Emergence Stage—a chilling figure.
"What does it matter?" Wang Xiu asked indifferently. Ghost Path Person was just his screen name in the group; he had already dealt with the original owner thoroughly.
"How can we confidently make a deal with you if you insist on cloaking your identity?" Young Master Baiyun said softly, a chill in his eyes.
"I never had any intention of making a deal with you," Wang Xiu stated.
"A major figure from the Demon Realm is not someone just anyone can meet! Your demands are too many and too convoluted. Just give us the information, and maybe you’ll be allowed to leave here alive today," another person sneered.
DING!
[Detected someone boasting nearby. Congratulations to the Host for gaining Mana +666!]
So they had no intention of making a deal. They were just planning to take it by force.
"Hee hee... Now, don’t scare him! My dear young master, just tell us the information. Once we’ve verified it, we won’t shortchange you on your reward. At the very least, I can keep you company for a while..." the Hehuan Sect Enchantress laughed coquettishly, her voice laced with a demonic charm that could make one’s blood boil. Her bewitching arts were clearly well-practiced.
In the next moment, however, her laughter died in her throat.
"Has anyone ever told you that your laugh is incredibly grating?" The voice suddenly sounded right beside her ear.
Wang Xiu had vanished at some point and had somehow appeared behind the four of them.
All four were stunned, their hearts leaping into their throats. None of them had seen how he did it.
BOOM!
The Ninth Elder of the Hehuan Sect, also a Demon Cultivator of the Emergence Stage, reacted swiftly. Disregarding her own exposure, she raised her hands, summoning a sky full of Demon Patterns. The patterns coalesced into a pink mist, limitless in its power to erode the will of those caught within it. She seemed to dance on the spot, her buxom chest and curvaceous hips swaying in mesmerizing waves, as if any male creature in the world would be spellbound by the sight, their minds completely controlled by desire.
Netherworld Death Hand!
Wang Xiu made his move. His body erupted with a towering Demonic Qi, a strange and colorful haze bloomed around him, and a dense aura of death filled the sky. A giant hand materialized and shot forward, directly punching through the vast sea of pink mist.
The Ninth Elder of the Hehuan Sect screamed, spitting blood as she was sent flying backward.
Immediately after, a hand grabbed her long hair, violently yanked her back, and slammed her to the ground beneath his foot. With a single stomp, Wang Xiu completely crushed her body.
Meanwhile, a dark vortex appeared above his head, furiously absorbing the Ninth Elder’s life essence and Mana until it had devoured her completely, leaving nothing behind.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
Young Master Baiyun and the other two had only managed to launch a single attack each. Not only had Wang Xiu effortlessly blocked their attacks, but they were also forced to witness the Ninth Elder’s violent demise!
The three of them were thunderstruck, their eyes filled with horror as they stared fixedly at Wang Xiu. "Who in the world are you?!"
The man’s Demonic Techniques were terrifyingly bizarre and utterly horrific. They had never heard of such techniques, yet they were frighteningly powerful! A cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, while not specializing in combat, was still a Great Ability of the Emergence Stage. Yet she hadn’t even had time to use her Magical Treasure before being refined to death while she was still alive.
It was practically an instant kill.
Wang Xiu wasted no more words and attacked. He had obtained several of the Demon Race’s secret arts from Guba. They were not normally convenient to use, but now he executed them without any reservation.
Instantly, Demonic Qi surged like a tsunami, covering the sky and crashing down upon them like a vast ocean.
The remaining three were aghast. Wang Xiu was far stronger than they had anticipated. They realized that even if they joined forces, they might not be his match.
"Wait, this is a misunderstanding! Our tone was inappropriate just now!"
"We can contact the major figures from the Demon Realm for you! Don’t be rash!"
"..."
They panicked, but it was too late. Like a Demon God incarnate, Wang Xiu powerfully suppressed the three. Within moments, he had killed them, leaving not even a bone behind. Their Essence Blood was absorbed and converted into pure energy by his Heavenly Yin Demonic Refinement technique, nourishing his own power.
RUMBLE!
The pavilion collapsed, turning into a pile of ruins.
Heishui City fell silent.
Countless Demon Cultivators, hidden in the shadows, trembled in fear. The events that had just unfolded left them horrified.
"Tell the people backing you that if they want to do business, they should come with some sincerity," Wang Xiu said, casually sitting atop the ruins. He had a devil-may-care and sinister air about him as he spoke as if to the empty air.
From the shadows, several figures swiftly disappeared.
"Gods! Who is that man? Since when was there such a Great Demon in Nanzhou?"
"Young Master Baiyun and his group ran rampant in Nanzhou for years and were never captured by the Great Immortal Sects. To think they would fall here!"
"He took on four by himself and crushed them like they were nothing! He’s too powerful!"
"I heard he arranged a deal with the major Demon Sects to sell information on the Sanqing Saint Heir, but only to a true major figure from the Demon Realm. The Demon Sects went back on their word and just sent a few cultivators instead. Now they’ve all been wiped out!"
