I Become Sect master In Another World-Chapter 190 — Karmaphala

Qin Morian's chest heaved.

Across the battlefield—

Shaurya walked toward him.

Slowly.

Each step cracked the ground.

Golden aura rolled quietly around his body, heavy and suffocating, pressing against the air like the presence of something far older and far more dangerous than a mere cultivator.

His expression held no anger now.

No shouting.

No fury.

Only cold.

Merciless cold.

Qin Morian's fingers curled into fists.

His teeth ground together, jaw trembling from both rage and pain.

"I…" he rasped, blood dripping from his lips.

His violet aura flared violently again, swirling around his body like a storm clawing for life.

"I will not be afraid of you, brat!"

He roared and lunged forward.

"I will crush you!"

His fist shot toward Shaurya's face like a cannon.

But Shaurya didn't move.

At the last moment—

His hand rose.

And caught it.

CLACK.

Shaurya's fingers closed around Qin Morian's fist.

The sound of bone grinding echoed faintly across the battlefield.

Qin Morian froze.

His eyes widened.

Shaurya tightened his grip.

CRACK.

Qin Morian's knuckles snapped.

The sound was sharp. Wet.

"AAAGH—!"

A scream tore from Qin Morian's throat as pain exploded through his hand.

Shaurya tilted his head slightly.

For a brief moment, his face remained completely still.

Then—

His lips moved.

Slowly.

Not the kind of smile that softened a face.

Not the kind that carried humor.

It began at only one corner of his mouth, a faint upward pull that barely shifted the line of his lips. Subtle. Controlled. Almost calm.

But his eyes didn't change.

They stayed cold.

Unblinking.

Molten gold burning quietly in their depths.

The other corner of his mouth followed, lifting just enough to reveal the edge of his teeth. Not a grin. Not quite. Something tighter. Sharper.

Predatory.

The kind of smile a wolf shows when it finally catches the scent of blood.

It didn't reach his eyes.

If anything—

His eyes became colder.

Darker.

As if the smile itself had nothing to do with joy and everything to do with certainty.

Certainty that the prey in front of him had nowhere left to run.

His lips parted slightly.

Just enough for a breath to escape.

The smile widened a fraction more.

Now his teeth showed clearly.

Not friendly.

Not mocking.

Hungry.

A quiet, dangerous expression that made the air around him feel suddenly heavier.

The kind of smile that made instinct whisper the same warning every living creature understood—

Run.

Because whatever stood in front of you had already decided how this hunt would end.

"Oh…?"

His voice came out soft.

Mocking.

"What happened?"

He leaned forward slightly, golden eyes staring directly into Qin Morian's widening gaze.

"A moment ago… didn't you say you were going to crush me?"

His fingers tightened again.

Qin Morian's crushed hand trembled violently inside his grip.

Shaurya's smile widened.

"But it looks like…"

His voice dropped to a whisper.

"You're the one getting crushed."

He yanked Qin Morian forward.

Their foreheads collided.

CRACK.

The headbutt landed like a hammer striking stone.

Blood exploded from Qin Morian's nose.

Before the old man could even gasp—

Shaurya's fist followed.

THUD.

It smashed straight into Qin Morian's face.

Bone snapped.

Qin Morian's nose collapsed inward with a sickening crack.

His body flew backward, flipping across the ground before crashing hard against the ruined battlefield.

He rolled once.

Twice.

Then finally stopped.

For a moment he didn't move.

Then slowly—

He pushed himself up.

Blood poured from his nose in thick streams, splashing down his lips and dripping from his chin like rainwater from a broken roof. His vision blurred as the world tilted around him.

His legs trembled beneath his weight.

His body shook uncontrollably.

He lifted his head.

Through the haze of pain—

He saw Shaurya.

Still walking toward him.

Step.

Crack.

Step.

Crack.

Each step broke the stone beneath his boots.

And those golden eyes—

Still cold.

Still merciless.

Qin Morian staggered backward.

One step.

Then another.

But his hand slowly clenched again.

His voice trembled as he forced the words out.

"I… will not… lose…"

His teeth ground together.

"…to a brat like you."

The air moved.

Shaurya vanished.

A flash of golden light flickered across the battlefield.

Then—

He appeared directly in front of Qin Morian using aerial steps.

Before Qin Morian could react—

Shaurya's leg moved.

SWEEP.

His foot slammed sideways into Qin Morian's knee.

CRACK.

The joint bent at a horrifying angle.

Qin Morian's body lurched sideways.

He swung his fist desperately.

But Shaurya had already moved.

He ducked beneath the strike.

His right arm drew back.

Silver energy flowed across his fist like molten steel coating his knuckles.

"Iron Fist."

The punch shot forward.

THUD.

It slammed into Qin Morian's right leg.

The effect was immediate.

Bone shattered.

Flesh burst open.

Blood exploded outward as Qin Morian's lower leg collapsed under the force of the strike.

The sound of tearing muscle echoed across the battlefield.

"AAAAAAAHHHH—!"

Qin Morian's scream tore through the air.

But Shaurya was already moving again.

His hands shot forward and seized both of Qin Morian's legs.

Then he pulled.

Hard.

Qin Morian's body flipped violently through the air before crashing onto his back.

BOOM.

The impact rattled the shattered ground.

The old man's breath left his lungs in a broken gasp.

Shaurya stood over him.

His chest rose once.

Then again.

His teeth clenched.

"This…"

His voice trembled with suppressed rage.

"…is for my people."

He lifted his leg.

Pink energy ignited around it.

Strange.

Distorted.

Almost playful.

Yet the aura surrounding the technique twisted the air unnaturally.

"Bizarre Kick."

His foot came down.

Hard.

THUD.

The strike landed directly between Qin Morian's legs.

For a moment—

Everything stopped.

Qin Morian's eyes exploded wide.

His jaw dropped open.

But no sound came out.

His body froze.

Every muscle locked in place as the unimaginable pain flooded through his nerves all at once.

Shaurya twisted his foot.

Grinding it deeper.

Still—

No sound came.

Qin Morian's face turned pale.

His lips trembled.

His entire body began shaking violently.

Then—

Finally—

Air returned to his lungs.

"AAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH—!"

The scream tore across the battlefield.

His hands clawed desperately at Shaurya's leg, trying to push it away.

Shaurya didn't move.

His golden aura erupted violently.

"ROOOOAAARRR—!"

With a furious roar—

He grabbed both of Qin Morian's legs.

And pulled.

The sound that followed was wet.

Tearing.

Flesh ripping apart under unstoppable force.

Shaurya ripped both legs clean off.

Blood exploded into the air in a crimson arc as Qin Morian's severed limbs were torn from his body.

The battlefield fell silent again.

Except for the sound of blood raining onto the broken stone.

High above the ruined mountain, the Dark Pearl hovered within its layered golden barriers.

Inside the ship—

No one spoke.

Dozens of disciples stood frozen against the crystal viewing panes, their eyes locked on the battlefield far below.

They had seen battles before.

They had seen death.

But this—

This was something else entirely.

Wang Tian's fingers tightened around the railing, his knuckles turning white.

"…Master…" he whispered.

Below them—

Shaurya released his grip.

The two severed legs fell from his hands like discarded debris.

THUD.

THUD.

They struck the shattered ground and rolled across the broken stone before coming to a stop several meters away.

Blood still poured from the ragged stumps where they had once been attached.

Qin Morian lay on his back, chest heaving violently.

His face was pale.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

Then—

Shaurya spoke.

His voice carried across the battlefield like a blade sliding free.

Cold.

Flat.

"Stand up."

For a moment—

Nothing happened.

Then Qin Morian's fingers dug into the ground.

His eyes were red.

Not from sorrow.

From pain.

Tears streamed down his temples as his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his face trembled.

But the hatred burning in his gaze had not faded.

Not even now.

"AAAHHHHH—!"

A scream tore from his throat.

Violet energy exploded violently from his body.

The aura erupted outward like a raging storm, whipping dust and debris into the air as his body slowly lifted from the ground.

He floated there.

Legless.

Blood poured freely from the torn flesh where his lower body had been ripped away.

But still—

He raised his arm.

Violet energy condensed around his fist, swirling into a dense sphere of demonic power that warped the air around it.

His voice trembled with fury.

"DEMONIC CRUSHING FIST!"

He shot forward.

His floating body surged across the battlefield like a broken comet, fist thrust forward with murderous intent.

But Shaurya had already moved.

A single step.

His body shifted slightly to the side.

The violet fist tore through empty air.

At that exact moment—

Shaurya's hand moved.

His fingers wrapped around the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Lightning began to crackle.

Thin arcs of white electricity crawled across the sheath, snapping and hissing as the power gathered.

"Lightning Sword Strike."

The blade left the sheath.

SHIIING—

The sound cut through the battlefield like a flash of steel splitting the sky.

Lightning erupted along the blade as it flashed through the air.

A clean.

Effortless motion.

Swoosh.

The sword passed once across Qin Morian's arm.

Then Shaurya was already standing behind him.

The blade slid back into its sheath with a quiet click.

For a moment—

Nothing happened.

Then Qin Morian's arm separated.

Blood erupted into the air as the severed limb spun away from his body.

"AAAAAAAGHHH—!"

The scream ripped from his throat as agony flooded through his nerves.

But the arm never reached the ground.

Shaurya caught it.

His hand closed around the severed limb before it could fall.

With his other hand—

He grabbed Qin Morian by the back of his hair.

The old man's head snapped backward violently.

Shaurya's golden eyes stared down at him.

Cold.

Merciless.

Then he roared.

"Taste your own meat!"

He shoved the severed arm toward Qin Morian's mouth.

The old man tried to scream.

But the limb struck his lips first.

The flesh slammed against his face as Shaurya forced it forward.

Qin Morian's muffled cry came out broken and distorted.

Shaurya didn't stop.

He pushed harder.

The severed hand slid between Qin Morian's teeth.

"Open your mouth."

His voice dropped into a growl.

"Eat it."

The old man's eyes bulged.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face as the taste of his own blood filled his mouth.

Shaurya pushed again.

The arm disappeared deeper into Qin Morian's throat.

His body convulsed violently as he choked.

Then—

With a final shove—

Shaurya forced the severed limb all the way inside.

Qin Morian gagged violently.

His throat bulged.

The flesh disappeared.

He swallowed.

For a moment he could only cough and choke as blood spilled down his chin.

Then—

SMACK.

Shaurya's hand flashed across his face.

The slap exploded like thunder.

Qin Morian's body flew sideways through the air before crashing into the broken ground.

He rolled across the stone, coughing violently.

Blood sprayed from his mouth.

He tried to scream—

But no sound came out.

Only a hoarse, broken wheeze.

His remaining hand shot to his throat.

His eyes widened in horror.

His vocal cords were ruined.

No matter how hard he tried—

No voice came.

Above—

The disciples watched in stunned silence.

Below—

Shaurya began walking again.

Step.

Crack.

Step.

Crack.

Each footstep broke the ground beneath him.

Qin Morian's eyes widened with pure terror as the golden figure approached.

He shook his head frantically.

His remaining hand lifted weakly into the air.

Shaking.

Begging.

No words came.

Only silent panic.

But Shaurya's expression did not change.

Not even slightly.

He stopped a few steps away.

Looking down at the broken figure crawling before him.

His voice came out quiet.

Cold as winter.

"You should have thought about this day…"

His golden eyes burned faintly.

"…before you decided to slaughter innocent people."

The wind stirred.

Ash drifted slowly across the battlefield.

Qin Morian's trembling body froze.

For the first time in decades…

The Ruthless Lord understood something he had never believed possible.

Fear.

True fear.

The fear of standing before someone who had already decided his fate.

Shaurya's gaze never left him.

"Now…"

His voice lowered further.

"I'll make sure you receive a proper karmaphala."

Qin Morian's trembling body froze.

And the golden aura around Shaurya began to rise again.

To Be Continued…