Chapter 1692 - 1689: Wang Xingpeng’s Death and Dao Dissipation

Chapter 1692: Chapter 1689: Wang Xingpeng’s Death and Dao Dissipation

That strand of Sword Intent, carrying a near-maniacal resolve and domineering force, pierced straight through Xiao Yanfei’s Protective Body Light Escape.

Although it failed to completely shatter the defense, that razor-sharp Sword Intent clung to Xiao Yanfei like maggots on rotting bone, skimming along his body as he instant-teleported away, leaving a shallow bloody mark under his ribs.

"That was close!"

Xiao Yanfei broke out in a cold sweat, inwardly calling himself lucky.

If not for his timely reaction, that sword strike—even if it couldn’t have killed him—would have been enough to seriously injure him.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a shrill, miserable scream rang out behind him—

"Ah—!"

It was Wang Xingpeng’s voice.

Xiao Yanfei whipped his head around, his pupils abruptly contracting.

He saw that in Wang Xingpeng’s chest, a fist-sized bloody hole was gushing fresh blood; specks of golden light flickered within that blood—that was the Original Spiritual Power glow of a Core Formation Cultivator.

Wang Xingpeng lowered his head to stare at the hole in his chest, his face full of utter disbelief.

"I... how could I..."

Before he could finish speaking, countless fine strands of Sword Qi suddenly erupted around the bloody hole, like tens of thousands of sharp little blades, crazily slicing his Body to pieces.

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

Flesh and blood flew, fragments splattering everywhere.

Wang Xingpeng’s body was like it had been tossed into a meat grinder; in the span of an instant, that dense Sword Qi shredded him into a storm of minced meat!

"No—!"

Xiao Yanfei let out a despairing roar, wanting to charge forward to rescue him, but it was already too late.

He only saw a hazy figure peel away from Wang Xingpeng’s Body—that was Wang Xingpeng’s lingering soul.

That lingering soul’s face was filled with terror, clearly yet to recover from the suddenness of death, instinctively trying to flee.

However, within that Sword Intent, there was actually a tenacious Divine Sense power hidden!

That Divine Sense was almost tangible, turning into an invisible giant net that tightly locked onto Wang Xingpeng’s lingering soul.

Ordinary Sword Qi posed little threat to Divine Soul-type existences, but Sword Intent imbued with a powerful Divine Sense was a completely different matter; the Sword Qi fused perfectly with the Divine Sense, forming an attack method with terrifying lethality against Divine Soul-type targets.

"No! Don’t kill me! My father is Wang Yuanxiao! My mother is Bai Xumi! You can’t kill me! If you kill me, you’ll definitely die without a burial place..."

Wang Xingpeng’s lingering soul screamed miserably, his voice full of fear and despair.

Yet what answered him was an even sharper Sword Qi.

"Puff!"

With a soft sound, that strand of Sword Qi directly cleaved Wang Xingpeng’s lingering soul apart.

This only son of Wang Yuanxiao and Bai Xumi of Tianzhu Peak, the arrogant wastrel who had run rampant within Shang Qing Sect for years, vanished completely between Heaven and Earth, without even a wisp of soul left behind.

And before he died, he didn’t even know whose hands he perished by.

Xiao Yanfei stood there in a daze, watching the flying scraps of flesh and blood filling the sky, feeling as if he had plunged into an ice cave.

It’s over!

Completely over!

His master and mistress’s only son had died right under his eyelids!

That treasured brat who’d been held in the palms, afraid of dropping him, kept in their mouths, afraid he’d melt—that little junior brother for whom, no matter how many evil deeds he committed, Master and Mistress would go all out to shield him—had just died like this!

And died so miserably!

Died so utterly!

Not even a soul left behind!

Xiao Yanfei felt the world spinning, his mind reduced to a single thought...

Run!

Run right now!

Run immediately!

The farther he ran the better!

Otherwise, once his master and mistress learned of this, they would definitely kill him!

Definitely!

Xiao Yanfei’s whole body trembled, his eyes full of fear.

The first thing he thought of was not avenging Wang Xingpeng, but how to survive.

He understood his master and mistress far too well.

Especially his mistress, Bai Xumi—that woman whose child-protecting instinct was extreme. If she found out that her only son was dead, and had died right under his eyes, she would definitely go insane!

When that time came, she wouldn’t care that he was Tianzhu Peak’s trusted disciple, wouldn’t care about all the efforts he had quietly made for her in violation of Sect rules and Sect ethics; she would only blame him for failing to protect Wang Xingpeng, and in her fury she was very likely to kill him!

Thinking of this, Xiao Yanfei felt a chill rush up from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"No, I can’t run. If I run, Master and Mistress will definitely hunt me to the ends of the earth."

"My only chance is to catch the killer, carry the killer’s head to them to beg for forgiveness—then I might still have a sliver of hope!"

A fierce glint flashed in Xiao Yanfei’s eyes as his powerful Divine Sense spread out in an instant, frantically searching for the owner of those two strands of Sword Intent.

He was going to drag those two out!

He was going to make them taste the most excruciating torment in this world!

He was going to bury them with his little junior brother!

At that same time, inside the cave, Helian Rong was holding Yang Cheng, still in a state of shock.

She knew her father would definitely come to save her, but she hadn’t expected the Power of her father’s sword to be this overwhelming.

Was this the strength of the sword cultivator recognized as having the number one Combat Power in the same Realm across the entire Cultivation World?

Just a moment ago, Wang Xingpeng had been swaggering around, arrogant beyond measure; in the blink of an eye, he had become a pile of meat scraps.

While she was still dazed, Yang Cheng in her arms suddenly clapped his hands and called out, "Mom, look, the bad guy was killed!"

The little one’s face showed not the slightest trace of fear; instead, it held a kind of deeply satisfied look, like a breath finally let out.

Helian Rong lowered her head to look at her son, a complex feeling surging up in her heart.

She didn’t know whether it was good or bad that at such a young age he already displayed such toughness and bravery.

He was really a lot like that guy Yang Fei; once he grows up, he’ll probably be another restless troublemaker!

"Chengcheng, don’t look." Helian Rong pressed her son’s head into her embrace, not letting him see all that blood and gore on the ground.

However, her own gaze couldn’t help but drift toward the cave entrance.

There, a figure was rushing over at high speed.

It was a middle-aged man with a tall, straight build, clad in a green robe, his features stern and cold, his whole body radiating a fierce Sword Intent.

It was Helian Zhan!

Helian Zhan arrived very quickly, as if to confirm whether Helian Rong and Yang Cheng were injured.

But before he could enter the cave where Helian Rong and Yang Cheng were imprisoned, his mind was suddenly struck as if by a heavy hammer; his face went deathly pale, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

What a powerful Divine Sense attack!

Helian Zhan was greatly shocked.

Although he had broken through to the Core Formation Stage, Xiao Yanfei was a Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator—the gap between the two was far, far too great.

It was only because he was a Sword Cultivator, possessing a powerful Invincible Sword Heart, that his Divine Sense was much stronger than cultivators of the same Realm; coupled with that domineering Sword Intent, the overall solidity of his Sea of Consciousness Space and his outward defensive capability were both extremely strong. Otherwise, with that strike Xiao Yanfei had just unleashed, he would most likely have had his Divine Sense wiped out on the spot.