Chapter 218 - 146: Terrifyingly Strong

Chapter 218: Chapter 146: Terrifyingly Strong

"Young Master Qin, you...?"

Mu Wan Ning, having finally regained her senses, stared blankly at Jiang Hao. Her mouth hung open, but for a moment, she had no idea what to say.

Suppress and kill three Great Powers of Transcendence? Did the Young Master even hear what he was saying?

The rest of the Cyan Mist Sect disciples, who had also just processed his words, were scared out of their wits.

"Young Master Qin, your task is to take us away. As long as a single disciple makes it back to the Cyan Mist Sect alive, the mission is considered complete," one of them urged.

"That’s right, Young Master. Even though you’ve broken through to the Mortal Transformation Realm, you’re still only in the Early-stage of Transcendent Realm. The gap in strength is impossible to bridge," another chimed in.

Had they not been intimidated by the fact that he was a Great Power of Transcendence himself, and had the situation not been so dire, the Cyan Mist Sect disciples might have already started mocking him. For a Cultivator who had just entered the realm to even consider taking down three veteran figures of the Demon Sect was undoubtedly a fool’s dream.

Whether it was the white-haired evil Cultivator, the silver-haired old man, or the incredibly hideous middle-aged expert, every single one of them was a terrifying Great Power of Transcendence who had weathered countless storms in the Cultivation Realm for years. Everyone felt that this young man in white had completely lost his mind.

"Young Master, Wan Ning knows you are highly skilled and incredibly daring, but against three veteran Great Powers of Transcendence, we have absolutely no chance of winning. Let’s just leave," Mu Wan Ning pleaded. She looked over at Song Changlin, who was already coughing up mouthfuls of blood from the impacts, and a glimmer of tears flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she had made a difficult decision.

High above the forest canopy, the battle was nearing its end. Song Changlin and Elder He had already been severely injured, and after enduring this fierce continuous assault, they found themselves completely suppressed in just a few dozen exchanges.

In a split second, a deafening BOOM echoed out!

The white-haired old man, radiating an evil aura, brought his palm down hard, striking right between Song Changlin’s thumb and forefinger. A terrifying force swept through the forest, instantly reducing countless towering ancient trees below to dust. Caught in the earth-shattering shockwave, the Cyan Mist Sect elder was sent flying backward, hurtling directly toward Jiang Hao and the others.

Watching this scene unfold, everyone’s faces immediately drained of color.

"Young Master, run!" a young Cultivator roared, his eyes practically blazing with desperation.

However, the young man in white remained unfazed, his gaze burning like a torch.

The next moment, Jiang Hao’s robes Wufenged, and boundless Power of Transcendence surged within his body. He abruptly transformed into a blur, shooting toward the airborne Song Changlin in the blink of an eye.

WHOOSH!!!

Mu Wan Ning and the others only felt their vision blur. By the time they could track the young man’s figure again, he was already miles away. What incredible speed!

At the same time.

"I’ll take you down with me!"

The airborne Song Changlin flew into a furious rage. Fully prepared to die, his veins bulged out as the Power of Transcendence violently vibrated around his entire body. But just as he was about to bite down on the Blood Burning Pill he had been keeping in his mouth, a large hand appeared behind him.

The hand firmly caught his rapidly retreating body. Immediately after, an extremely gentle yet astonishing power slowly flowed into Song Changlin’s body, instantly stabilizing his collapsing injuries.

"I took your payment, so I’ll solve your problem. Senior, leave the rest to me. Just consider it a welcoming gift to the Cyan Mist Sect," a familiar voice rang in his ears.

Hearing this, Song Changlin turned his head, only to be met with a handsome face. Those indifferent eyes were filled with absolute composure.

"Young Master Qin?"

Jiang Hao ignored Song Changlin’s surprise. After injecting a trace of Spiritual Power into the man’s body, he set him aside, slightly raised his eyes, and confronted the white-haired old man.

At this moment, dressed entirely in white, Jiang Hao’s robes drifted and his long hair danced lightly in the air. He looked exactly like an Exiled Immortal, so much so that it left the onlookers slightly dazed.

Even the white-haired evil Cultivator who had been pursuing them was momentarily stunned, though he quickly recovered.

"Brat, instead of fleeing with those Cyan Mist Sect children, you actually dare to come back?" the white-haired old man blurted out instinctively, a trace of disdain and confusion flashing in his aged eyes.

Facing the other party’s oppressive gaze, Jiang Hao merely offered a faint smile, exuding an incredibly relaxed aura from head to toe.

It wasn’t an illusion; Jiang Hao truly felt no pressure. Compared to everything he had experienced in the past, a scene like this was completely insignificant.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the breathtaking young man in white curled his lips into a smile. "Senior, do me a favor and let this matter go. If you turn back and leave now, I won’t make a move."

Jiang Hao spoke from the bottom of his heart. He had no intention of getting involved in the grudge between the two sects. If the other party simply walked away, everything would be resolved. But if the old man stubbornly refused to retreat, he wouldn’t mind genuinely giving the Cyan Mist Sect a welcoming gift.

To his surprise, the white-haired old man almost let out a pig-like snort of laughter, as if he had just heard the greatest joke of his life.

"Arrogant and ignorant youth! You’re knocking on death’s door, yet you still dare to shamelessly boast here.

"But it doesn’t matter. Old Evil never planned on letting you go anyway. This is the first time in my life I’ve seen such pure Power of Transcendence. You’ll be the perfect vessel to practice my Heaven-Devouring Demon Technique. I’m sure the taste will be exquisite.

"Hahaha, HAHAHAHAHA!"

The white-haired old man threw his head back and burst into abrupt, maniacal laughter, as if he could already picture himself using this young man to cultivate his demonic technique.

Hearing this, Jiang Hao shook his head in resignation. "Since you are so determined to seek death, Senior, then forgive me for my lack of manners."

At those words, the white-haired old man grew even more frenzied. He had dominated the Cultivation Realm for over a century, yet today, he was being looked down upon by a mere junior. An inexplicable sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.

"Brat, you sure talk a big game. Let Old Evil see just how ill-mannered you can be. Hmph."