I’m Definitely Taking This Power-Fantasy Protagonist Role! Chapter 81

The Wan Hun Fan showed no response, so he leaped up and grabbed it, channeling his spiritual power to forcefully push back the flying sword. Sure enough, without its interference, the Wan Hun Fan returned to normal.

His divine sense pierced through the distance, locking onto the culprit who had killed his disciple. The other party looked astonishingly youthful, a boy who seemed not much older than a teenager.

The moment his divine sense reached the other, their gazes met across the void.

In that instant, Zi Yang Zhen Ren's heart jolted.

Those eyes, containing the mysteries of the starry sky, held a magical power that, in just a fleeting moment, made him feel as if his skin had been peeled back, exposing his soul right beneath the other’s gaze.

The Wan Hun Fan emitted thick black mist, ominously cold and foreboding, and faintly, one could hear the sound of sorrowful cries. Just a touch of this extremely cold and toxic aura would wrap around a person, quickly eroding their vitality and turning it into death energy, which would ultimately be absorbed, transforming into the power of the Wan Hun Fan.

One could say that as long as Zi Yang Zhen Ren held this Wan Hun Fan, he could grow stronger with every fight.

All living beings around him were his supply items.

The ghostly heads shrieked, emitting an extremely mournful sound that could shake one’s blood and qi, destabilizing their spirit. Those with weaker willpower could easily be affected, experiencing hallucinations and unknowingly losing their lives, becoming nutrients for the Wan Hun Fan.

Countless ghostly heads surged toward Jiang Bai Yu like an army, their momentum fierce, accompanied by ominous and cold black mist, creating a dark cloud that could scare the timid to death on the spot. The ultimate move fueled by hatred was indeed impressive, its power doubled, the scene magnified; the techniques used to clear the field earlier were nothing compared to this.

Countless cultivators wished for Zi Yang Zhen Ren’s death, but no one could truly achieve it. The Wan Hun Fan played a huge role in this.

The flying sword that had been thrown returned behind Jiang Bai Yu. Faced with the overwhelming black cloud, he remained calm and unhurried.

Jiang Bai Yu raised his hand, pointing into the void at Zi Yang Zhen Ren, his fingers positioned as if holding a chess piece. Upon closer inspection, there was nothing between his fingers. He calmly dropped a piece, and an extraordinary phenomenon occurred. A powerful force pressed down, and the ominous black dragon suddenly trembled, receiving a heavy blow and crashing to the ground.

The black mist struggled and rolled, the ghostly heads shrieking fiercely, surging toward the center of the phenomenon.

There, surprisingly, was a star.

Like a stabilizing needle, no matter how the black dragon thrashed, it could not budge an inch.

Unable to move forward or retreat, the black mist and ghostly heads suddenly seemed to have gained substance, pinned in place.

Zi Yang Zhen Ren exerted all his strength to break free but could not overcome the shackles; his once invincible poisonous treasure had met its nemesis. Invisible wounds throbbed painfully, like intangible holes, as his surging power continuously leaked from the gaps.

The second piece did not keep him waiting long, only three seconds apart.

As Jiang Bai Yu dropped the second piece, a star appeared at Zi Yang Zhen Ren’s position, its brilliant starlight beautiful and dreamlike, yet it immobilized this notorious cultivator.

When he realized he could not move, his body frozen in place, an inexplicable panic arose within him.

Since making a name for himself in the cultivation world, Zi Yang Zhen Ren had not felt this kind of fear for a long time; his heart was as cold and malicious as the Wan Hun Fan.

Not being able to see through the other’s methods meant there was a gap between them.

Who was stronger or weaker could be discerned from the current situation.

One piece immobilized the Wan Hun Fan, the second piece immobilized Zi Yang Zhen Ren, and the third piece, following Jiang Bai Yu’s finger, landed on the invisible chessboard in the void.

In an instant, Zi Yang Zhen Ren’s inexplicable panic reached its peak, and in a daze, he suddenly realized this was an ominous premonition.

The members of the Feng family had no idea what was happening; they only saw Zi Yang Zhen Ren holding the Wan Hun Fan, urging the treasure, forming a killing momentum that surged far away. Suddenly, everything froze; the black mist struggled desperately but could not break free from the invisible shackles. The ghostly heads shrieked, losing the power of their magical sound that pierced the brain, becoming somewhat noisy.

The next scene would be remembered by the Feng family for a lifetime, never to be forgotten.

A crack suddenly appeared in the void behind Zi Yang Zhen Ren, so abrupt and without warning, a hand reached out and brutally pierced through his kidney.

The culprit who had cast a shadow of death over the entire Qi Xian Ze, bringing doom to everyone present, was actually stabbed in the back by a hand emerging from the void right before their eyes.

The Feng family members were in disbelief.

Zi Yang Zhen Ren was even more incredulous.

Agonizing pain spread throughout his body, and his power rapidly drained away. He painfully contracted, recalling the fear of death that had once approached him when he was still weak.

The crack widened, revealing the person behind him.

He whispered in Zi Yang Zhen Ren’s ear, “Old friend, didn’t expect I’m still alive, did you?”

“You…!” Zi Yang Zhen Ren gasped in horror, trembling.

“You want to ask how I could still be alive?” The other grinned, revealing a sinister smile, hatred coalescing into power, licking at the enemy’s vitality. “I think about revenge day and night; how could I die so easily!”

As he spoke, he exerted more force.

He was enveloped in black mist, a power that was entirely different from the Wan Hun Fan’s black mist, filled with the scent of hatred.

Following the position that pierced through Zi Yang Zhen Ren, it rapidly eroded his flesh and bones, entering his limbs and bones along the meridians.

At the same time, his own body was collapsing.

Realizing he might die today, Zi Yang Zhen Ren’s expression twisted, and he roared from deep in his throat, “I will not die! I will not die!!”

Clarity faded from his eyes, replaced by a crimson hue, and he raved, “Defeated opponents deserve to die! You lost to me, your master lost to me, your fellow disciples and even your family lost to me; you’re just a defeated opponent, and you should become materials for my Wan Hun Fan!”

“Whether it’s you or anyone else, if the winner were you, you would do the same! Losers lose everything, and winners control the spoils; this has always been the case throughout history!”

“What heavenly principles and reincarnation? They’re all lies! Things made up by the weak to comfort themselves!”

“I will not lose to a waste like you who has long been defeated!”

Zi Yang Zhen Ren roared with all his might, but his body was rapidly collapsing. The old rival who had reached out from the void to stab his kidney seemed to have resurrected from a grave a thousand years ago, crawling back to the world just to seek revenge on him, to perish together.

He urged the Wan Hun Fan, channeling his power, using all his tricks to try to turn the tide, but all his luck seemed to have run out; today was destined to be a hopeless situation.

His snow-white hair danced in the surge of power, losing vitality, turning dry and dull, his face shrouded in death energy, his life force gradually waning. The Wan Hun Fan in his hand, like a wolf smelling blood, suddenly surged with black mist, spreading up his arm, continuously pouring into Zi Yang Zhen Ren’s body.

The treasure he had refined with his own hands had become the most terrifying devouring weapon at the brink of his life, consuming his vitality and hastening his death.

The ghostly heads turned back to Zi Yang Zhen Ren, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent, the hunger in their depths almost materializing, the rolling black mist twisting restlessly, eager to share a piece of the pie.

The terrifying cultivator of cold ghostly energy rapidly aged under the dual effects, transforming from a robust and handsome white-haired youth into a withered old man with dry, wrinkled skin resembling the bark of a dead tree, falling heavily to the ground, gasping in pain, his eyes wide open as he died.

The crack in the void slowly closed, and the person who had reached out seemed to lie back in their grave, disappearing from everyone’s sight as if they had never appeared.

Only Zi Yang Zhen Ren’s dry and ugly corpse, along with the Wan Hun Fan swirling with black mist, proved that what had just happened was not a dream.

The notorious Zi Yang Zhen Ren, who had slaughtered countless people to refine the Wan Hun Fan, had died suddenly.

The Feng family members were stunned, and the surviving imperial cultivators were dazed.

The shadow of death that had enveloped Qi Xian Ze came to an end in this way, something none of them had expected.

But, Zi Yang Zhen Ren was gone, and the Wan Hun Fan remained.

Without its master’s control, this poisonous treasure that had absorbed Zi Yang Zhen Ren’s life and power trembled with excitement, emitting shrill cries and buzzing sounds. It released more black mist, urging the ghostly heads to recklessly assault the shackles.

Under its command, wherever the black mist enveloped, everyone reacted strongly, as if they were being skinned alive.

It intended to forcibly extract souls.

This thing had been nurtured by Zi Yang Zhen Ren for years, almost becoming a part of him.

What kind of person nurtured what kind of treasure; it had deeply inherited the true teachings of malice.

It would not assess the situation or understand complex thoughts; it would only act based on instinct.

As long as it could extract the life and souls of living beings, it could replenish and strengthen itself, naturally taking action to escape.

The Feng family members formed a line to resist, while others displayed their abilities.

The Wan Hun Fan did not abandon or give up, fiercely absorbing life and souls.

As the most prominent signature of Zi Yang Zhen Ren’s notorious reputation, it did not tarnish this fame.

With a flash of spiritual light, a flying sword descended from the sky, piercing through it, the powerful force knocking the Wan Hun Fan down from mid-air, pinning it to the ground. It landed right on Zi Yang Zhen Ren’s corpse, forming a gourd shape.

The black mist unhesitatingly eroded the flying sword, attempting to devour it.

The starlight shone brilliantly, a sizzling sound arose, and the piercing shrieks transformed into terrifying sound waves, spreading outward.

It shook the blood and qi of everyone present, causing their spirits to tremble, and some even spat blood and fainted on the spot.

In the dimness, Jiang Bai Yu appeared silently, stepping on the starlight, gently descending.

The young lotus had just revealed its sharp tip, and the dragonfly had already landed on top.

He was like a light and agile dragonfly, landing on the handle of the flying sword.

The Wan Hun Fan let out a sharp shriek as if it had been struck hard, countless ghostly heads flying out, seemingly endless, the black mist boiling like a tide, surging violently.

Then, the fierce and terrifying ghostly heads vanished, becoming peaceful in the starlight, disappearing without a trace.

The black mist dissipated, transforming into clusters of starlight.

The Wan Hun Fan and Zi Yang Zhen Ren, pierced by the flying sword, turned to powder after a gentle breeze blew by, vanishing without a trace.

Leaving Jiang Bai Yu standing on the handle of the flying sword, smiling at the Feng family members.

What a show-off moment, so flashy!