Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands-Chapter 612: A Fight’s About to Break Out—Run!
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Chapter 612: A Fight’s About to Break Out—Run!
Yue Xinglou turned and looked toward the highest-tier private room in the hall.
Only now did Shen Mo clearly see his face.
Yue Xinglou wasn’t some extraordinarily handsome young man.
Instead, he had the resolute and steady appearance of a middle-aged man.
His looks could only be described as utterly ordinary.
However, his eyes were as calm as mountains and swift as lightning.
They carried a soul-shaking pressure.
Just by standing there, he made nearby cultivators too afraid to approach.
As if the one standing there wasn’t Yue Xinglou, but an immortal or deity.
Shen Mo swept his gaze across the man, quickly reading his life panel.
【Name】 Yue Xinglou
【Realm】 Nirvana Realm, 83 Dao Marks
【Fate Traits】
【Destiny】
A thousand years from now, he will inherit the position of sect master of the Heavenly Talisman Sect and become a disciple of the Talisman Ancestor.
After years of bitter cultivation, he will reach the peak of the Supreme Realm but fail to enter the Saint Realm.
He will die of old age.
Shen Mo gave a slight nod.
Yue Xinglou was clearly a genius.
But ultimately, he could not be compared to Shi Tianhao.
After all, Shi Tianhao’s destiny involved transcending the Sacred Profound World and roaming freely across the universe.
Yue Xinglou, on the other hand, failed to reach the Saint Realm.
At this moment, Yue Xinglou looked toward the private room and calmly spoke.
“Eighteenth Cave Master of the Profound Yin Grotto Heaven, why not show yourself and speak?”
A cold female voice came from within the private room. “Whether I show myself or not—what concern is that of yours?”
Yue Xinglou smiled. “In that case, I’ll purchase the Crimson Sun Tome with one Supreme Spirit Stone.”
“Cave Master Yin, we’ll meet again another day.”
With that said, he looked toward Zhou Hong on the stage.
“Manager Zhou, no one else has made an offer. You may announce the result.”
Zhou Hong had been in a daze until then.
Upon hearing Yue Xinglou’s words, she finally snapped back to her senses.
She quickly declared, “One Supreme Spirit Stone—first call! One Supreme Spirit Stone—second call! One Supreme Spirit Stone—third call!”
“Sol—”
Before she could finish the final word, a violent explosion erupted beneath the auction platform.
Zhou Hong’s words were cut off, and her body was blasted into the air.
She crashed into the wall, her body embedded within it, flesh and blood mangled beyond recognition.
Thick smoke immediately engulfed the auction hall.
Shrill screams and ghostly wails…
All sorts of sounds twisted together.
Enough to make even the most strong-willed cultivator break down in anguish.
Wang Chengfu cursed under his breath, “Damn it... it’s about to go down. Run!”
It was clear that the auction could no longer proceed.
Profound Yin Grotto Heaven and the Heavenly Talisman Sect—Eighteenth Cave Master and Little Talisman King!
These two powerful forces of the demonic and righteous paths were about to clash!
Liu Yuntian swallowed nervously. “We should run too!”
Zhang Changheng said in a low voice, “We really should. These two are definitely going to fight—we must not get caught up in it.”
Wei Jincheng said nothing, but his figure quietly crept toward the private room where the Blood Sun Sword Sect resided.
Shi Tianhao also remained silent, taking a half-step back, always alert to danger from all sides.
Shen Mo said nothing, his gaze fixed on the battlefield.
The explosion had most likely been arranged by Yin Zanghua, intended solely to muddy the waters and create a chance to strike.
However, Shen Mo didn’t believe someone like Yue Xinglou, bearing the title of Little Talisman King, would be so easily done in by Yin Zanghua.
He definitely had something to rely on.
Crack! Boom!
Suddenly, a burst of crackling came from within the smoke, and the haze was instantly swept away.
Only now did Shen Mo see what was happening.
Yue Xinglou was completely unharmed.
With a casual wave of his hand, ten talismans shot out, effortlessly blocking the attacks from Chen Yu and Luo Yan.
The only one he truly had to guard against was Yin Zanghua.
“Five Thunder Mountain Sect, here to lend our strength!”
At that moment, the five members of the Five Thunder Mountain Sect shouted in unison and joined the fray.
The martial techniques they used were almost all lightning-based.
In the blink of an eye, the entire Treasure Pavilion erupted with flashing thunder and surging electricity, so bright it was nearly blinding.
Chen Yu and Luo Yan were immediately forced back by the five cultivators, their expressions revealing a mix of shame and anger.
“Liu Yu of White Tiger Gate, here to assist!”
“Xu Feng of Yellow Dragon Sect, at the Heavenly Talisman Sect’s service!”
“Li Zichuang of Mad Blade Society, willing to stand with fellow Daoists against the Demonic Sect!”
As Chen Yu and Luo Yan appeared to falter, voices rang out one after another.
Over a dozen figures emerged from all directions, joining the battlefield.
These small sects hailed from the Falling Star Sea Region and the Storm Thunder Sea Region—nearly all part of the righteous faction and on good terms with the Heavenly Talisman Sect.
Combined with the rampant behavior of the Profound Yin Grotto Heaven, few were willing to side with them.
Moreover, the Heavenly Talisman Sect had always maintained close ties with most of the minor sects. Whether it was called winning hearts or something else, their reputation naturally garnered support.
In this situation, choosing to stand with the Heavenly Talisman Sect meant one would surely receive a generous reward once the dust settled.
But helping the Profound Yin Grotto Heaven…
Such a reward would be wishful thinking at best.
And so, this situation unfolded:
As soon as Yue Xinglou made a move, others immediately rallied to his side.
“Looks like the odds aren’t in that cave master’s favor,” Liu Yuntian said quietly.
Shen Mo smiled. “I don’t think it’s that simple. The Profound Yin Grotto Heaven runs rampant because they have the strength to back it up.”
“This person holds the title of one of the Eighteen Cave Masters—how could she not have something to rely on?”
Just as he finished speaking, a cold snort echoed from the top-tier private room.
“Courting death.”
With those words, a chilling aura swept across the space.
The temperature in the Treasure Pavilion dropped by at least ten degrees.
It had already reached the point where one’s breath turned to frost.
One had to remember—the Falling Star Sea Region was typically warm year-round.
Even in winter, ice was a rare sight.
Yet before Yin Zanghua had even formally acted, the environment around them had already undergone such a drastic transformation!
It was enough to show just how powerful she was.
Yue Xinglou watched his surroundings cautiously, spiritual power surging through his body, ready to strike at any moment.
He had heard of Yin Zanghua’s fearsome reputation for years, but this was his first time facing her directly.
Naturally, he was extremely alert.
Seeing his guarded expression, the other cultivators felt as if facing a mortal threat, their nerves taut with tension.
“Flowers… petals are falling!”
Suddenly, a cultivator cried out.
Everyone looked up—and sure enough, they saw a sky filled with drifting ice-blue petals.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
One cultivator curiously reached out a hand to touch them.
Yue Xinglou suddenly remembered something, his face changing as he shouted, “Avoid the petals! They're dangerous!”
The others tensed and hurriedly dodged.
That cultivator tried to pull his hand back—but it was already too late.
An ice-blue petal had already landed on his fingertip.
In the next instant, the petal cracked apart and instantly turned into countless shards of ice.
In a flash, the man’s entire body was engulfed.
When they looked again, he had turned into a statue of ice.
His expression still bore a faint smile—lifelike and serene.
But with a closer spiritual sense, one could detect that all traces of life had already vanished.
The crowd was struck with terror.
That man was Liu Yu, master of the White Tiger Gate, a Nirvana Realm cultivator with thirteen Dao Marks.
Among those with ten or more Dao Marks, he was at least moderately renowned.
They had assumed that no matter what happened, he’d have a chance to escape.
But just one light touch—and his life was gone!
It was hard to imagine just how terrifying the killing power hidden in those flower petals truly was.
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