Stellar Transformation-Chapter 70 - 24: Death of the Body (Part 2)

Surrounded by the five high-level experts of the Heavenly Net as well as the five master assassins of the Dark Arrows, Wu Xing suddenly became wildly arrogant.

"Ten little ants, go to your deaths!"

A chilling light flashed violently in Wu Xing’s eyes as strands of True Essence Power, each as thick as an arm, burst forth from his body, moving like over ten azure dragons roaming in all directions, and they didn’t attack the ten assailants, leaving them dumbfounded.

The True Essence Power dragons spread over an area of more than ten meters, with all ten high-level experts within this region.

Suddenly, Wu Xing’s face twisted viciously and he shouted wildly, "Explode! Explode!! Explode!!!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

Following Wu Xing’s thunderous shout, a series of explosions erupted continuously, completely detonating the True Essence Power, and the ten late-stage Innate experts, despite their strength, couldn’t withstand such intense blasts.

Screams of agony rang out, limbs flew, and blood sprayed...

In an instant, the ten high-level experts who had troubled Wu Xing were eradicated. The explosion of True Essence Power was a tactic Wu Xing had never used before, and while explosively potent, such attacks usually wouldn’t break through a Cultivator’s True Essence defense.

No Cultivator would use such a feeble attack; they usually employ flying swords, concentrating their True Essence on them and launching their strongest attacks through formations inscribed on the swords.

It was only after seeing Xiang Bei’s self-destruction that Wu Xing was inspired to use his inner True Essence in a similar explosive fashion. True Essence was an entire level above Innate True Qi, its power absolutely comparable to Xiang Bei’s self-destruction. Although this explosion wasn’t much of a threat to a Cultivator, it was more than enough against an Innate expert.

Indeed, the ten experts were blasted to pieces, leaving not a single intact corpse behind. And five Middle Grade Spiritual Short Knives appeared on the ground, as three streaks of light shot forth.

One was Qin Yu, one was the Blue-clothed Elder, and one was Feng Yuzi. They were all vying for the five Middle Grade Spiritual Knives.

"Junior brother, quickly!" Wood’s voice transmission entered Wu Xing’s ears as a flying sword shot towards Feng Yuzi at high speed. Feng Yuzi also countered with his flying sword, leading to another intense collision and entanglement between the two masters.

"Scram!"

With a loud shout from Wu Xing and a wave of his sleeve, the five Middle Grade Spiritual Knives were levitated and drawn into Wu Xing’s hand, then immediately stored into his Storage Bracelet. Meanwhile, the two incoming streaks of light were repelled by the surging True Essence Power.

Qin Yu rapidly dodged, dispelling the formidable energy.

The Blue-clothed Elder retreated and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"You’re just mortals, trying to grab a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact, it’s nothing but a pipe dream!" Wu Xing looked down at Qin Yu and the Blue-clothed Elder with disdain. As Cultivators, who had already surpassed ordinary mortals, they typically regarded mortals with a patronizing attitude, naturally looking down on them.

"Good job, junior brother, well done, haha, Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts!"

Wood also burst out laughing, his excitement intensifying as he fought fiercely against Feng Yuzi, "Feng Yuzi, you now rely on a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact to bully my Lower Grade one, barely holding me to a draw. Just wait until I refine that Middle Grade Artifact, let’s see how you’ll compete with me then!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"... Rocks shattered, cliff walls collapsed, and explosions continued unabated.

While Wood spoke, he clashed with Feng Yuzi, who remained silent with a cold expression on his face. Losing five Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts was indeed a huge loss. The two fought ferociously, turning the sky dark.

"Senior, I am a member of the Xiang Family. I beg you to kill Qin De, Meteor Tear, and the Blue-clothed Elder," Ge Min bowed and said.

Wu Xing burst into hearty laughter, "Good, I’m in a good mood today. I agreed to kill Qin De for Xiang Guang, and the other two ants, I’ll just exterminate them together!" At this moment, Wu Xing was in high spirits, having acquired a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact and with the only Cultivator on the opposing side, Feng Yuzi, being contained.

Wood had no worries at all, confident in his ability to kill whomever he wished.

"First I’ll collect a Short Knife and concentrate on refining it when I return," Wu Xing said with utmost ease, not in a hurry to kill people like Qin De right away. Instead, what he valued most was the recently acquired Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact.

Wu Xing took out a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact Short Knife and immediately performed Blood Recognition. The Short Knife then belonged to Wu Xing. Generally, for a Cultivator to truly master a Spiritual Artifact, it was not enough to just perform Blood Recognition; they also had to refine it again with the True Fire from within their body to gain complete control.

However, there was no time for Wu Xing to waste at this moment.

In the valley shrouded by night, cold winds howled.

"Die!" Ge Min suddenly heard a voice in his ear. Alarmed, he felt his entire head shake in an instant—"Boom!" Just like a watermelon, Ge Min’s head exploded, and a figure appeared.

Qin Yu coldly looked at Ge Min’s corpse.

"You..." Wu Xing, who had just performed Blood Recognition, roared angrily upon witnessing the scene, "You little bastard, taking the opportunity to kill this old man while I was performing Blood Recognition." Ashamed and furious, Wu Xing recognized that, regardless, Ge Min was a member of his side.

But in his heart, Qin Yu reminded himself, "Stay calm, stay calm, Qin Yu, you must stay calm!!!"

At this crucial moment on the battlefield, Feng Yuzi was completely restrained by Wood. It was far too difficult for him and the Blue-clothed Elder to kill Wu Xing. Wu Xing, now with a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact, was even stronger than before.

And Qin De, having just endured the fourth strike of Heavenly Thunder, was very seriously injured. He was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in meditation.

"The only chance!" A cold light flashed in Qin Yu’s eyes.

The only opportunity was with Qin Yu’s Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts—Yan Chi Sword and Flame Burning Gloves. The attack power of a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact was enough to break a Cultivator’s defense, but he only had one chance. Once Wood realized he had Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts, he would never allow Qin Yu to get close to him.

This was also why Qin Yu hadn’t used the Yan Chi Sword and Flame Burning Gloves before. He didn’t need to use Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts to kill those men.

The only trump card!

"Haha—each and every one of you will die!" Wu Xing suddenly burst into loud laughter.

A dark red light shot forth, and the glow surrounding the Blue-clothed Elder faded. With a thunderous noise, the Elder fell to the ground, dead. Without a Spiritual Artifact to defend himself, he stood no chance against the Cultivator’s attack.

"Although the Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact hasn’t been refined, its speed is even faster than my Flying Sword. Once it’s refined, the power..." Wu Xing thought, and the Flying Blade he had just shot out flew back into his hand.

Looking at the Short Knife in his hand, Wu Xing was filled with excitement.

"This guy is strong, one strike, only one chance, and I can only use the Flame Sword and Flame Burning Gloves when I get close to him," Qin Yu clenched his teeth, even the death of the blue-clothed Elder didn’t make him act rashly, he had to seize the only opportunity.

If he failed, he was done for, and his father, the king, would surely die.

There was no room for error!

"Prince Zhen Dong Qin De, in the mortal realm your power is indeed immense, but it’s a pity, you’re still going to die by my hand," Wu Xing was brimming with pride at this moment, he casually waved a hand, ready to throw a short knife to kill Qin De, just at this moment—

There was no sound of wind.

However, Wu Xing’s Spiritual Sense detected Qin Yu’s rapidly moving figure, that distance of several tens of meters, Qin Yu covered in merely an instant, arriving in front of him.

"Boom!"

Wu Xing waved his hand and a True Essence Power shot out and exploded simultaneously, while Qin Yu’s body surface suddenly glowed with a bright purple light, his entire skin appearing like crystalline purple jade, the exploding True Essence Power could actually not injure him.

Qin Yu suppressed the excitement in his heart and threw a punch toward Wu Xing.

As Wu Xing watched Qin Yu’s incoming fist, a thought flashed through his mind, "This guy is with Qin De’s side, he might be a Dark Chess piece, and might even have Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts. Regardless, I can’t take any risks," his thoughts flickered like lightning.

"Die!"

A fierce light flashed in Qin Yu’s eyes as the Yan Chi Sword suddenly appeared in his hand—

But before Qin Yu’s Yan Chi Sword could even be fully unsheathed, Wu Xing had already started moving, by the time the Yan Chi Sword was drawn, Wu Xing had already dodged to a distance of over ten meters. Seeing the Yan Chi Sword appearing in Qin Yu’s hand, fiery anger flared in Wu Xing’s eyes.

"Kid, you dare to lay a trap for me!" Wu Xing was furious, it was a good thing he had a spark of insight at the last moment that allowed him to dodge, otherwise... Thinking of that scenario, Wu Xing felt a chill in his heart, and his anger grew even more fierce as he fiercely poured True Essence Power into the Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact short knife.

A dark red glow shot from Wu Xing toward Qin Yu.

"Bang!"

Qin Yu had no choice but to use the Yan Chi Sword to defend, his complexion suddenly changed, he only felt a terrifyingly powerful energy coming from that short knife, the force was sharp and had a strong tearing force, directly striking Qin Yu.

"Bang!"

Qin Yu flew up like a punching bag, as blood sprayed out, and then he landed with a powerless thud.

Feng Yuzi, who was fighting a fierce battle with Wood, detected this scene with his Spiritual Sense, and his heart shook, "The Yan Chi Sword, that’s the Yan Chi Sword, this assassin Meteor... could it be Little Yu? No, wasn’t Little Yu practicing Outer Strength, how could he have True Qi? But the aura of this assassin Meteor is also very similar to Little Yu’s, could it really be..."

Although Feng Yuzi was doubtful at this moment, he couldn’t extricate himself, as Wood was constantly entangling him.

"I’ve failed!" A pain struck Qin Yu’s heart.

He simply couldn’t understand why Wu Xing had almost simultaneously retreated at the very moment he launched his deadly strike. Could it be that Wu Xing knew he was about to make a move? Qin Yu simply couldn’t fathom why this had happened.

Qin Yu felt a sweetness in his throat as blood threatened to surge forth again. Just now, enraged Wu Xing evidently used a killing move by infusing a powerful True Essence Power into the short knife, a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact, whereas Qin Yu’s Flame Sword was also a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact. However, the short knife contained a massive amount of True Essence Power, and with so much power channeled through a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact weapon, its might was indeed tremendous. The weapon was of one and the same tier, but the person wielding it was far superior.

Streams of clarity flowed from the Meteor Tear, spreading throughout Qin Yu’s body, healing his wounds at a terrifyingly fast rate. Unfortunately, Wu Xing had now learned of his possession of a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact.

"Could it be that the heavens want to cut off my father’s path to life?" Qin Yu, lying prone on the ground, glanced over at Qin De in the distance.

Qin De still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, as calm as ever, having seen none of the recent battle. In fact, at this moment, Qin De wasn’t in any condition to notice anything happening outside; colossal changes were taking place within his body.

Having withstood the Heavenly Tribulation, though severely injured, his Innate True Qi had undergone a unique transformation.

’A grain of sand, a world in itself,’ within the inner view, his Dantian seemed like a boundless space. At this moment, streams of ’water’ circulated within the infinite Dan Field Space, continuously flowing and eventually converging into a spherical shape.

Emperor, having passed the Heavenly Tribulation years ago, also formed a Golden Core. Qin De knew the method as well. Immediately, Qin De started operating the secret technique. The ’water ball’ formed by the converging ’streams’ was quite large at first but then suddenly halved in size before growing slightly again.

Contracting, then expanding a little.

Through such cyclical shrinking and slightly growing, the water ball steadily decreased in size and its color kept changing, slowly beginning to turn golden. After a transformation through eighty-one cycles, a pale gold spherical object the size of a pigeon’s egg appeared—it was the Golden Core.

Around the Golden Core, streams of qi circulated.

"Finally succeeded." A wave of relief washed over Qin De, and almost immediately, True Essence Power flowed out from the streams surrounding the Golden Core, spreading throughout his body. Although the Golden Core was formed, his internal organs had suffered tremendous damage. Even the robust True Essence Power found it extremely hard to heal the injuries. It was only then that Qin De slowly opened his eyes.

Upon opening his eyes, Qin De was met with a startling sight—a dark reddish light.

"Bang!"

Qin De’s reaction was purely reflexive as he channeled True Essence Power and used his sword to fiercely block the dark red light, while at the same time, he quickly dodged away to a safe distance.

"You’ve actually formed the Golden Core so quickly, but what a pity, having just formed it, your strength is still too weak. Moreover, your body is severely injured. Alas... I estimate you must be one of the shortest-lived Cultivators. You’re about to die just after becoming one."

Wu Xing rose into the air on his flying sword, a look of arrogance on his face.

"Whew." Qin Yu gasped for breath. He had panicked a moment ago when he saw Wu Xing about to kill his father. Unfortunately, first, he was gravely injured. Second, no matter how fast he was, he couldn’t match the speed of the short knife breaking through the air. Thankfully, Qin De managed to form the Golden Core at the last moment.

Qin De was at the Early Stage Golden Core but his body was severely injured. He had a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact sword.

Wu Xing was at the Golden Core Middle Stage with no injuries, wielding a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact flying sword and an additional Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact short knife.

Wu Xing had far more experience controlling True Essence Power than Qin De. In this great battle, the two men were simply not on the same level. After a brief calculation in his mind, Qin Yu started to worry. However, his own strength, compared to his father’s, was even less adequate.

"You want to kill me?" Qin De sneered. He too, at this moment, saw the situation on the battlefield.

Feng Yuzi was trapped by Wood, and the assassin Liu Xing was severely wounded; all his other followers were dead. He had no one to rely on but himself.

"Hmph, a little fellow who’s just stepped into cultivation dares to be so rampant. I’ll kindly see you on your way!" Wu Xing let out a cold laugh, then without wasting another word, the Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact short knife turned into a streak of light, continuously attacking at high speed.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

In an instant, Qin Yu had only breathed twice, but the two had already clashed dozens of times, the intensity of the fight was even close to the great battle between Feng Yuzi and Wood. However, Qin Yu’s complexion gradually changed; he clearly saw blood starting to drip from the corner of his father’s mouth.

With every exchange, Qin De’s internal injuries worsened.

"Haha——"

Wu Xing’s crazy laughter rang out, his attacks growing more fierce; he could clearly see that Qin De’s body was gravely wounded. Bodily injuries were very difficult to recover from. With such intense fighting, blood kept flowing from Qin De’s mouth.

"Get out of my way!" Feng Yuzi was in a huge rush, forcefully intensifying the attack of his flying sword, trying to rescue Qin De and flee.

"Dream on!" Wood burst into laughter, crazily pouring True Essence Power into his flying sword. Relying on his profound strength, he managed to hold Feng Yuzi back.

"Father!" Watching Qin De grow paler and his injuries getting increasingly severe, Qin Yu felt as if his heart was being gnawed by countless ants, with a pain so acute he could hardly breathe, a pain that made his heart ache and his head spin.

Qin De suddenly let out a loud shout, his face flushed red, his long sword collided with Wu Xing’s short knife in their strongest clash yet.

"Pu"

Blood spurted out as Qin De’s injuries worsened further, and he collapsed to the ground. Wu Xing’s complexion also turned slightly pale, he withdrew his short knife, his eyes filled with a cold sneer: "What a pity, a youngster who’s just stepped into the Cultivation World!"

As he spoke, his short knife lit up again, with streams of True Essence Power infusing into it.

"Stop!" Feng Yuzi knew things were bad and bellowed furiously, yet Wood had gone mad too, successfully restraining Feng Yuzi.

Seeing his father severely wounded and collapsed on the ground, and watching the short knife’s light grow more intense, Qin Yu’s heart jolted violently. Almost in an instant, his nineteen years of memories flashed through his mind like lightning. Nineteen years of arduous cultivation, all for what?

To prove his own worth, to make his father proud of him, to let his father know, that he too was as useful as his big brother and Old San.

"Die!" Wu Xing spoke softly, and with a slight movement of his hand, the energy-filled short knife turned into a dark red stream of light, shooting directly at the severely injured Qin De. Wu Xing’s eyes were slightly drooping, his mouth curled in a hint of a smile, ready to watch Qin De die.

The moment Wu Xing made his move, Qin Yu rushed towards Qin De at full speed, and by the time Wu Xing shot out the short knife, Qin Yu had already moved swiftly.

Wu Xing and Qin De were more than a hundred meters apart, whereas Qin Yu was only a few dozen meters from Qin De. Despite being just a few dozen meters away, the short knife was too fast, and Qin Yu couldn’t catch up, looking at the swiftly moving short knife.

The only belief in Qin Yu’s heart was ’to catch that short knife’.

"Catch it!" Qin Yu roared inwardly, speed reaching its limit, yet even this wasn’t enough. It felt as if his heart was being bitten by countless ants, his head about to explode with urgency. At this moment, Qin Yu’s eyes had turned completely red.

Suddenly, a cold clear stream flowed into Qin Yu’s mind, and his thoughts became crystal clear. In this instant, the entire world fell completely silent, and time stood still. Qin Yu’s mind was suddenly filled with three sets of 36 images from the "Tongtian Map."

Altogether 108 images, from the first to the last, flashed through his mind in an instant, giving Qin Yu a sense of enlightenment.

"Boom——"

Thirty-six silver Qi columns, thirty-six golden Qi columns, and thirty-six purple Qi columns consecutively appeared around Qin Yu’s body. All 108 Qi columns intertwined with each other, forming a three-colored armor pattern that was perfect and natural.

At the same time, the sensation of time freeze vanished, and the short knife continued to fly at extreme speed.

"Just a little more!" Qin Yu, judging by his own speed, realized in his heart that he was just a bit short, but then—

"Swoosh!"

Enveloped by 108 Qi columns, Qin Yu shot forward like an arrow released from the bow, suddenly doubling in speed and appearing in front of Qin De. His hands shot out fiercely, with the Yan Chi Gloves naturally appearing on them. Like eagle claws, his hands grabbed the short knife, which seemed to be a streak of light.

This time, Wu Xing had resorted to a kill move, and the energy within the short knife was terrifyingly intense.

"Boom!" Although the Flame Burning Gloves intercepted the short knife, countless blades of sword energy still shot out from the knife, striking Qin Yu’s body. The three-colored armor might have looked imposing, but it was only made of gas and offered no real defense.

Dozens of sword energies struck Qin Yu in a flash, piercing through his sturdy flesh and leaving a ghastly wound in his abdomen. Blood gushed forth, and the rapid blood loss made Qin Yu’s body sway.

"Flame Burning Gloves!" Qin De, struggling to stand up, stared at the gloves on Qin Yu’s hands and froze. "How does this assassin, Meteor Tear, have the Flame Burning Gloves? Aren’t they supposed to be exclusive to Yu’er?" Qin De recalled the day he and Feng Yuzi speculated about the identity of the assassin, Meteor Tear.

"Could it be..." Qin De’s heart trembled, "but Yu’er doesn’t have any True Qi."

"Yah yah" Wu Xing roared in anger, his figure flashed as he rushed over. With a single gesture, his flying sword immediately shot towards Qin Yu, who, already wounded in the abdomen by the sword energy, was unable to dodge in time.

"Pfft"

The flying sword pierced through Qin Yu’s chest and heart almost at the same moment he grabbed the short knife. The Meteor Tear emitted streams of clear water that continuously entered to repair the damage, but alas, the heart is a vital organ.

"Father!" Qin Yu looked at Qin De, struggling to produce a faint smile, his voice reverting back to his own.

"What!" Qin De’s face finally changed, as he realized that the assassin, Meteor Tear, was indeed his own son!

"Goodbye... It seems that I was still of some use..." Qin Yu forced a smile, but the wounded vital spot on his chest caused the muscles on his face to twitch slightly. Suddenly, a look of determination and ferocity appeared in Qin Yu’s eyes!

"The two of you, die together." Wu Xing had arrived.

"Ahh——"

Qin Yu suddenly howled towards the heavens, his expression becoming fierce. His hands, which held the short knife, moved at their limit, showing only blurry shadows of dragon claws. The 108 Qi columns on Qin Yu’s body surged erratically.

"Sssh—"

Qin Yu’s claws moved with such speed that they even surpassed the velocity of the flying blade earlier, piercing straight into Wu Xing’s chest. With a fierce grab of his right hand, Qin Yu crushed Wu Xing’s heart.

"How is this possible..." Wu Xing’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the hands that had pierced through his chest. The flying sword had just pierced through Qin Yu’s heart. Even a Cultivator was supposed to die from such a wound. But why was Qin Yu able to hold on for so long?

What Wu Xing didn’t know was, as soon as Qin Yu was gravely injured, the Meteor Tear urgently emitted streams of healing energy that continuously melted into his heart, allowing Qin Yu to hold on for a little while longer to deliver the final blow.

"Junior brother!" Wood roared in fury.

Suddenly—

A sorrowful eagle’s screech tore through the sky as a streak of light descended from the high heavens. It was Little Black. Little Black had been flying too high, and by the time he realized Qin Yu was in a life-threatening situation, it was too late to dive down in time. Little Black cried out desperately as he plummeted downwards.

The sword had pierced Qin Yu’s heart, and even the Meteor Tear couldn’t mend it in a short time. Qin Yu felt the world grow darker before his eyes, and he struggled to breathe. He knew... he was going to die. His gaze gradually dimmed.

He was close to death.

At the same time, Qin Yu’s figure began to change, reverting back to his original appearance. He could no longer maintain the visage from the "Shape-shifting Technique."

Seeing the transformation of Qin Yu, Qin De’s heart was gripped by pain so intense that tears uncontrollably streamed down his face. Qin Yu looked at Qin De, a hint of a smile appeared on his face, then the light in his eyes faded completely.

"Yu’er is dead!"

Qin De’s body shuddered as if struck by lightning.

...

"But... you didn’t give me a chance, not even a slight chance. You only said that I was of no use at all. Father, you didn’t even give me a chance, how could you be sure I was useless? Why, why?!"

...

"Haha... I’m the useless one, the most useless one. No matter how hard I try, no matter what level I reach in cultivation, I will always be the most useless. How laughable, all these years, what am I cultivating for, what’s the use of my cultivation?"

...

Qin Yu’s past words echoed in Qin De’s ears, making his entire body tremble. He vividly remembered the last words his son left him, "Goodbye... As it turns out, I am of some use after all..."

"Ah!"

Qin De howled towards the heavens, overcome with grief.

At that moment, the entire sky suddenly darkened to a deep red, similar to the beginning of a Heavenly Tribulation, but this time the extent was far greater. The entire sky seemed dark red, with fiery red clouds in the center resembling the clouds of tribulation.

"Snap!" Little Black flapped his wings, pushing Qin De aside as he continued to cry mournfully. Tears like precious pearls streamed from Little Black’s eagle eyes, but Qin Yu remained motionless.

Qin De was pushed away by Little Black, and he collapsed to the ground in a heap.

"Boom!"

A loud thunderous noise echoed through the sky, and a massive column of light descended from above, so thick it would take three or four adults to encircle it. The giant fiery red column struck down like heavenly thunder.

The target—Qin Yu.

At that moment, Qin Yu’s hands were still inside Wu Xing’s chest, and Little Black was hugging Qin Yu tightly with his wings, unmoving even as the terrifying column of light from the sky bore down on them.

"Boom!"

The column of light struck Qin Yu and the others, enveloping Qin Yu, Wu Xing, and Little Black within its immense range.

"Yu’er!" Qin De finally snapped out of his shock. No matter what, even if his son was dead, he shouldn’t be left without a body. However, as the light column dissipated, the area that had been struck, including the weapons used in the battle, had all vanished.

There was nothing left.

"Yu’er!" Qin De clenched his teeth so hard they shuddered, and his whole body trembled. Memorable scenes from the past flashed before his eyes, including the time when his son confronted him, "Haha... I’m the useless one, the most useless one. No matter how hard I try, no matter what level I reach in cultivation, I will always be the most useless. How laughable, all these years, what am I cultivating for, what’s the use of my cultivation?"

All that remained in Qin De’s heart was endless sorrow, and tears flowed unbidden.

Men have tears, but they do not fall lightly—only when their hearts are truly broken.

"Xiang Guang! Wood!" Qin De suddenly glared at Wood, his heart filled with hatred. If it weren’t for Xiang Guang, if it wasn’t for those two Cultivators, how could his son, with his abilities, possibly die?

Ignoring his injuries, Qin De surged with True Essence Power and, sword in hand, charged towards Wood.

Wood, who was equally matched with Feng Yuzi in offensive power, was shocked to see Qin De rush towards him so madly. After all, Qin De was in the Early Stage Golden Core, and he wielded a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact. Added to that was the frenzied Feng Yuzi.

Wood immediately took control of his Flying Sword and, without hesitation, fled at the highest speed, breaking through space itself. His offensive power was high, and his flight speed was not something Qin De could catch up with.

Seeing Wood flee, Qin De, overcome with frantic rage, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his internal organs having suffered severe injuries.

"Prince, calm down, please calm down!" Feng Yuzi hurried to restrain Qin De, aware of the severity of his injuries, but Qin De’s eyes were filled with extreme hatred, "Wood, Xiang Guang, my wife is dead, and now, my son is dead too! Ah—Xiang Guang, Wood, I, Qin De, hereby vow that if I don’t kill you both, I shall die without a place to be buried!!!"

"Brother Feng, take me back. Start the plan ahead of schedule and speed up the preparation. Everything must be ready in half a year. I will lead an army of one million to trample down the Xiang Family, to annihilate their entire lineage. And I will make sure Wood’s soul is scattered to the winds!"

Qin De gritted his teeth, and his maniacal, bloodshot eyes sent shivers down the spine.