Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 317: Capture Alive

"Die!"

The scar-faced man's eyes burned fiercely as he glared at Qin Sang. Qin Sang's speed was simply too fast—there was no way to escape him. Attempting to flee would only result in a quicker death.

The scar-faced man understood this well.

So, he resolved to gamble his life.

His flying sword suddenly erupted with a surge of sword qi, emitting a deafening hum as it shot forward like a rainbow, stabbing directly at Qin Sang.

The razor-sharp sword qi came roaring toward him, but Qin Sang's expression remained unchanged. He had anticipated this scenario when he decided to bait the scar-faced man into pursuing him.

The ebony sword was the contingency he had left behind.

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The ebony sword abruptly radiated sword qi, forming the Thousand-Mechanism Sword Array. In an instant, it suppressed the flying swords of Yu Dayue and the young man, breaking through the void with a flick like a fish, and sped back to Qin Sang.

Clang!

A crisp collision echoed as the ebony sword narrowly intercepted the oncoming sword light at the last possible moment.

During this entire sequence, Qin Sang didn’t pause for even a heartbeat.

The scar-faced man panicked as he saw his flying sword blocked and Qin Sang closing the gap. At Qin Sang's speed, there was no time to summon another artifact to resist. Desperately, he hurled several spirit talismans to force Qin Sang back.

The air was soon filled with a cascade of spirit talismans—flames, golden blades, and vines—all surging forth in dazzling colors.

Unfortunately, the power of these spirit talismans was far inferior to that of the Thunderbolt Strike Talisman he had used earlier.

Qin Sang stowed away the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman, exuding an overwhelming aura as spiritual power surged through him. Ignoring the talismans' effects, he raised his hand and unleashed a billowing cloud of Sky Poison Veil, which instantly enveloped the scar-faced man.

The toxic mist took effect immediately. The scar-faced man’s consciousness grew hazy as his body trembled. With a jolt, he briefly regained his senses, only to discover that his spiritual power had stalled. Horror overtook him.

At the same moment, his flying sword faltered for a split second. Qin Sang seized the opportunity, commanding the ebony sword to strike, sending the flying sword spinning away before charging into the poisonous mist.

The scar-faced man felt a sudden chill in his chest. Looking down, he saw a massive, gaping wound where his heart had been, blood gushing forth in torrents.

His expression froze in utter disbelief, his lifeless eyes fixed wide open, unable to find peace even in death.

From the moment Qin Sang turned around to the moment he killed the scar-faced man, only an instant had passed. Yu Dayue and the young man had just regained their footing and were preparing to assist the scar-faced man in surrounding Qin Sang. Instead, they were met with a horrifying sight—the scar-faced man's corpse falling from the poisonous mist.

The bright red blood was like a dagger piercing their eyes.

Their pupils widened in shock. Exchanging a brief glance, they turned and fled without hesitation.

With the most formidable enemy eliminated, Qin Sang finally felt a small measure of relief. However, now was no time for complacency. None of the three could be allowed to escape!

The Yin-Yang Luopan flipped once more, this time emitting a burst of white light aimed at the young man in black.

The tremendous suction force made the young man feel as though he were sinking into quicksand. In panic, he hastily activated his multicolored parasol, which emitted a dazzling array of lights, each strand like a soft blade severing the Yin-Yang Luopan’s pull.

But Qin Sang was faster. Before the young man could break free, Qin Sang closed the distance.

Whoosh!

Qin Sang unleashed the Sky Poison Veil once again, enveloping the young man in a thick cloud of poison.

Having witnessed the scar-faced man's death at the hands of the Sky Poison Veil, the young man’s face turned pale with terror. He frantically raised the multicolored parasol to shield himself from the poisonous mist.

The collision of the two artifacts appeared evenly matched, the toxic mist and multicolored light seemingly neutralizing each other. Yet in truth, Qin Sang’s strength far surpassed the young man’s. The brilliance of the multicolored parasol rapidly dimmed.

Suddenly, Qin Sang withdrew the Sky Poison Veil, and the ebony sword immediately followed. Exploiting the momentary weakness of the multicolored parasol, the ebony sword struck from an ingenious angle, piercing through the parasol.

At that exact moment, Qin Sang found himself under a surprise attack from Yu Dayue.

Qin Sang had the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman, leaving Yu Dayue with no chance of escape. He was fully aware of this, so the moment Qin Sang engaged the young man in black, Yu Dayue secretly activated his octagonal bronze mirror.

A bronze-colored beam of light shot toward Qin Sang’s back like lightning.

Whoosh!

It was as though Qin Sang had eyes in the back of his head. Just as Yu Dayue made his move, the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman carried him aside.

The power of the bronze mirror was swift, but it only struck a fleeting afterimage.

Yu Dayue's face turned ashen. The disparity in strength was one thing, but Qin Sang’s overwhelming speed left him utterly hopeless.

As the ebony sword was about to sever the young man in black’s head in one clean stroke, Qin Sang suddenly hesitated. At the last moment, he adjusted the sword’s angle, sparing the young man’s vital areas and piercing through his right chest instead.

Spat!

The young man screamed in agony, but the sound was abruptly cut short. The Sky Poison Veil reappeared, and the toxic mist breached the defenses of the multicolored parasol.

As the poison seeped into him, the young man’s body stiffened abruptly. Qin Sang appeared before him, and swiftly struck several points on his body, sealing his Qihai and meridians with barriers. The young man was captured alive.

Grabbing the young man by the back of his neck, Qin Sang temporarily tossed him to the ground. Turning around, he saw Yu Dayue fleeing in panic and immediately gave chase.

Even without using the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman, Qin Sang’s speed far surpassed Yu Dayue’s.

The gap between them closed rapidly. Just as Qin Sang was about to catch him, Yu Dayue turned abruptly, throwing a barrage of spirit talismans with a desperate wave of his arm.

Qin Sang had anticipated this and paused briefly, effortlessly dodging the attack before resuming his pursuit.

Yu Dayue’s two companions were either dead or captured. Qin Sang had no need to hurry or take unnecessary risks. Like a cat toying with a mouse, he methodically wore down Yu Dayue’s every resource.

Yu Dayue, though ruthless, was ultimately powerless. His artifacts were destroyed one by one, his spiritual power was nearly depleted, and he failed to land a single blow on Qin Sang. With his reserves nearly exhausted, he refused to beg for mercy or express any regret.

Likewise, Qin Sang had no intention of persuading him to surrender.

Between the senior and junior brothers, not a single word was exchanged after Yu Dayue’s initial statement.

In the end, a sharp pain radiated from Yu Dayue’s Qihai, but he gritted his teeth and pressed on. Reaching into his Mustard Seed Pouch, he suddenly froze, his expression stiffening.

It's... empty.

Yu Dayue let out a bitter laugh. With his remaining trace of spiritual power, he gathered it into his right palm and struck toward his own forehead.

Qin Sang, who had been holding back until now, activated the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman again. In a flash, he grabbed Yu Dayue’s arm, knocking lightly at the back of his head with his left hand to knock him unconscious. He then sealed Yu Dayue’s Qihai as well.

Having captured Yu Dayue alive, Qin Sang cast a glance in the direction of Changyang Market. He wondered if anyone had noticed the battle but knew he couldn’t linger.

With that in mind, Qin Sang quickly returned to the battlefield, erasing the most obvious traces, then carried the young man and the scar-faced man’s corpse away without a backward glance.

Not long after, several streaks of evasion light rushed from Changyang Market, arriving one after another. The figures hovered in midair briefly before dispersing in different directions.

Silence reclaimed the area.

Elsewhere, Qin Sang carried two captives and flew straight out of the rocky terrain into a vast desert. After confirming he wasn’t being followed, he burrowed into the sand and created a hidden sand cavern.