Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 452 - 407: Closing the Life Gate

"You might have overlooked one thing," Wu Hen said with a smirk in the face of Leng Shu's utterly shameless threats and provocations, but his smile was devoid of warmth, and his eyes were narrowed with the cunning of a seasoned hunter in the jungle.

"The reason I don't join your boring War Song Alliance is not that I prefer to be alone, but because I can't be someone who says one thing and does another."

"Actually, I'd much rather butcher you all, especially after seeing the various treasures each of you took out at the camp that day!"

On the path of cultivation, resources are scarce. One must step over the bodies of other cultivators to ascend to the heavens. Slogging through each step of painstaking cultivation is hardly as fast as pulling off a big heist. Eliminate a cultivator, and their decades of accumulated wealth become yours!

On Wu Hen's body, a silver Holy Flame was burning vigorously. In this Extreme Disaster environment, the Void Origin Qi within him had been completely refined away, leaving only the True Essence Holy Qi. Its flame breath was even more powerful, and even at the Holy Infant Realm, his aura was terrifying. For a moment, Wu Hen appeared like an ancient silver flame beast, his figure mysteriously stretching to touch the Sky Dome, even casting a swaying Holy Shadow in the sky above!

Leng Shu's complexion changed as he realized the young man before him had been hiding his true strength.

As Leng Shu was about to use his Holy Talismans to bombard Wu Hen, Wu Hen made his move first.

Silver Holy Flame swirled around Wu Hen's fist. As he took a big step forward, he unleashed the Cangxia Fist Formation towards Leng Shu's face!

Cangxia was stacked upon itself, forming a series of awe-inspiring chasms, and unlike the Cangxia Fist of the past, this Cangxia came with a terrible silver Holy Flame, like layers of flaming Cangxia mountains collapsing from Heaven, falling into the earth. Each mountain formed a Purgatory Basin that wouldn't extinguish for thousands of years.

Leng Shu was crushed under this immense power, his face showing panic. For a moment, he couldn't discern which Saint Technique the opponent was using, its power not inferior to his Earth Xuan Saint Technique in the slightest.

Despite his defensive efforts, wrapping his body in a vast number of golden Holy Talisman Armors, Leng Shu was still shaken to the core, his organs displaced.

"Ugh!"

Blood spurted from his mouth as he slid back, humiliatingly, into the ranks of the entire War Song Alliance.

Everyone was extremely shocked, some unable to believe that Leng Shu, whose strength had reached the level of a Bright Venerable, could be wounded by an unknown youngster!

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"Heh, can this prove that it was I who injured this Qilin?" Wu Hen stood there, starting to taunt.

"Dispose of him quickly!" At this point, Leng Shu no longer cared about face.

He immediately issued a command, ordering all 300-plus members of the War Song Alliance to join forces against Wu Hen.

"Kill him!" Yin Zhiyu called out loudly.

"Kill!"

The members of the War Song Alliance clearly understood that by standing close to Leng Shu, they would have a place in the Holy Sect in the future. Now was the time for them to prove their worth.

A large crowd, formidable in number, each at least at the Saint Child Realm, with average strength even above Purple Robed Masters like Xin Feng and Master Jiao Zhu. And having gone through the Alliance's training, they also mastered several group Magic Formulas. When deployed together, their power would be multiplied significantly, like the most basic Holy Wall. Even those who were less skilled, under the influence of the Alliance's Holy Breath, would form a massive Holy Breath barrier, increasing their power!

Wu Hen held the Ominous Bronze Spear in his left hand, sweeping out a murky tidal wave towards the hundred or so Masters on his right, then gripped the Demon Sword Concubine tightly with his right hand, slashing out a Sun and Moon Blade Radiance towards the large group of Masters on his left.

These Holy Cultivators were each mighty and extremely brave. Most of them had reached Holy Hidden Golden Blood and had even more durable bones than fierce mutant beasts. Normally, members of the Human Clan couldn't confront some otherworldly Predators head-on in combat, much less engage in close combat. But every Cultivator of the Totem Sacred Sect had a formidable Physique, capable of tearing apart the bodies of mutant beasts with their bare hands, even without Holy Breath circulating within them.

Born warriors with astonishing martial prowess, over 300 Holy Cultivators stormed in. The Saint Techniques they cast covered a wide area, terrifyingly more so than the Totems' Extreme Disaster. Wu Hen had already parried several attacks with the Demon Sword Concubine and the Ominous Bronze Spear, yet he could still feel the savagery and tyranny of the crowd.

Wu Hen reflected carefully; the last time he had fought with members of the Holy Sect was when hunting Jiao Zhu, who was merely a Golden Robed Master.

Every person here was more powerful than Jiao Zhu. Judging purely by numbers, they were over 300 times more formidable, not to mention the likes of Cai Yanbin of the Lishan Sect, Yin Zhiyu, and Leng Shu. Especially Leng Shu, who could probably count for a hundred Masters alone.

Enlightened by the Cold-blooded Woman, Wu Hen had also come to realize something; nearly all Holy Cultivators cultivated the Void Origin, whose hallmark was that each person's released Holy Breath was golden.

Whether it was golden Qi, golden aura, or golden Holy Flame, as long as it was golden, it indicated they hadn't grasped the True Mystery of Holy Cultivation. Even if they had succeeded in Soul Casting, there was a limit to how much their strength could improve.

Relying on True Essence Holy Breath and the formidable Physique of a Seventh-rank Life, Wu Hen was not only unfazed by the crowd, but maintained the upper hand throughout.

His sight, Hearing, and taste showed absolute dominance in the chaotic battle. Every time someone unleashed a devastating Saint Technique, Wu Hen caught it in time and always found a gap in the dense crossfire of energy to dodge.

Wu Hen had undergone numerous transformations in this Extreme Disaster environment, and sometimes when the Extreme Disaster Totem erupted in rage, it could unleash destructive skills with a force thousands of times greater than those of the masters.

Wu Hen didn't possess many Advanced Saint Techniques, but fortunately, he had enough, and they were practical.

When faced with the various Holy Breath weapons attacking from all directions, Wu Hen didn't hesitate to open his Holy Caves, directly transforming into a Giant Spirit Silver Shadow!

Many masters from the War Song Alliance also mastered this Advanced Saint Technique. Seeing Wu Hen turn into a Giant Spirit Shadow, they also used this ultimate skill.

But while Wu Hen's silver colossus stood as tall as a towering mountain, they were mere hills in comparison.

Wu Hen lifted his enormous foot, and with a single stomp, he crushed both the spirit shadows and their masters!

The golden holy images shattered like tiles, and then so did the flesh and bones of these Holy Cultivators, turning into a large pool of blood, smeared on the ground with their luxurious purple and red robes becoming their shrouds.

Wu Hen had not the slightest bit of pity for these ruthless cultivators.

Those who could be killed must be, and even those who were lucky enough to escape from beneath his foot, or through his fingers, Wu Hen would do his best to cripple them. The members of the Holy Sect had tenacious life forces and terrifying recovery abilities; some who had mastered bloodline Holy Decisions could even regrow lost limbs...

Thanks to the Giant Spirit Silver Shadow, Wu Hen had killed at least fifty people.

Finally, his silver shell was shattered by the combined efforts of the Blade Sect, and he gradually returned to his original size.

"This guy's Holy Breath is quite sinister!" Cai Yanbin of the Blade Sect remarked.

"Don't worry, he's at the end of his rope; let's finish him off together," said Feng Lingzhen, the Female Red Robe Master.

The Blade Sect had a grudge against Wu Hen; without his interference, they would have already obtained the Wind Chi Totem.

These dozen or so people were all above the purple robes in cultivation, ranking mid to upper in the Saint Child Realm. They mostly used Qi Blades for their Holy Decisions, avoiding close combat but still posing a huge threat to the enemy.

The Holy Cultivators of the Blade Sect were all positioned above, and seeing Wu Hen lose the protection of his giant shadow, they immediately transformed Holy Breath into numerous golden qi Heavy Swords, which surprisingly gathered as if magnetically attracted.

Thousands of Heavy Swords forged from Holy Breath converged into a hovering Sword Tomb, which the Holy Cultivators of the Lishan Sect brought crashing down together.

Wu Hen's Perception had already noticed this powerful Saint Technique from the Lishan Sect. He reacted in advance and broke through where their ranks were weakest, rapidly accelerating with Swift Light Speed to escape the Ten Thousand Blade Sword Tomb.

But just as he broke free, a sinister face appeared before him—it was the legendary figure, Leng Shu.

Leng Shu had not been idle; he had been observing Wu Hen. Realizing Wu Hen's Perception was beyond that of an ordinary person, he knew that if he didn't block off all of Wu Hen's escape routes, no matter how many people or Holy Decisions they had, none would harm Wu Hen, who had clear foresight of the battlefield...

Having understood this, Leng Shu also had to predict further ahead, waiting for Wu Hen at the tactical evasion points he had predetermined and completely sealing them off!

Behind him was the encirclement of hundreds.

Above his head loomed the terrifying Ten Thousand Blade Sword Tomb.

And in front of him stood a Holy Cultivator whose cultivation was two whole realms higher than his own...

Even using Perception Interaction War Track now was futile for Wu Hen. He couldn't shake off the barrage behind him, nor could he evade the Sword Tomb overhead. Most importantly, Leng Shu's strength was indeed formidable; even in a one-on-one fight, Wu Hen wasn't sure he could win, especially now that Leng Shu had seen through his Pre-performance Perception.

"I've been holding back, you didn't think I was afraid of you, did you?" Leng Shu spoke with disdain and mockery,

"You managed to find cracks under such overwhelming siege; indeed, impressive."

"Too bad, I've seen through your abilities!"

"I shall personally close this Life Gate for you!!"

Leng Shu brought his hands together, his body bursting into golden flames. The exaggerated Golden Flames were like hundreds of dragons bursting from within him, wildly dancing.

Eventually, Leng Shu too transformed into a giant golden spirit, a raging Mad God with Holy Fire blazing all over. He stretched out a massive golden claw as large as a mountain, whipping up a golden storm, and struck down at Wu Hen, who had nowhere to hide!