Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 1001 Fishing and Ambush (4K views, please vote!)

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dong dong~
dong dong dong~
As Yuan Ting charged forward recklessly, the entire world trembled beneath his feet. This tremor, like a resounding bell, struck Gao Yang's heart again and again.

Even more remarkably, it gradually became completely synchronized with Gao Yang's heart rate.

Yuan Ting's ears were blood red, and he could hear every fluctuation that came from heaven and earth.

From this moment on, nothing in this world can escape his perception, and everything in this world can resonate with him. This is his unique, all-encompassing divine power: the Great Sound is Silent.

Gao Yang felt his heart pounding wildly, and looked at Yuan Ting rushing towards him like a streak of light, and slowly shook his head.

If Yuan Ting had been present, Yuan Guan would most likely not have died, and he would most likely have died once more under Yuan Guan's supernatural powers.

But now, the 38,000 years of imprisonment has allowed Gao Yang's strength to leap forward once again.

Although the witch clan member in front of him, who was seeking revenge for his companion, seemed to have a strong presence, Gao Yang did not feel any pressure at all.

"What a pity~"

Gao Yang's soft sigh suddenly rang in Yuan Ting's ears, causing Yuan Ting's eyes to widen abruptly.

This shouldn't be, it shouldn't be at all. He didn't want to hear the other person's voice, so why is the other person's voice still in his ears?

Yuan Ting did his best to calm his mind, gripping the bone hammer tightly in his hand, his entire body surging with magical power.

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A sword tip pierced through Yuan Ting's back. Gao Yang stood still, but his sword-wielding hand had already disappeared into the space in front of him.

Yuan Ting looked down at his chest, where the gleaming blade carried an unimaginable chilling killing intent. This killing intent was not boiling, but rather like ancient ice that had been frozen for millennia, penetrating straight to the bone marrow.

'How ridiculous!'

As the blade pierced his body, everything Yuan Ting knew was rapidly erased by the killing intent emanating from the sword, and a chilling stillness quickly spread throughout his entire being.

He looked at the spot where Yuan Guan had completely disappeared and gave a bitter smile.

Someone as indecisive as him is destined to be a loser. If he hadn't abandoned Yuan Guan before, the outcome would have been different. If he hadn't turned back, he wouldn't have died here, and he could still have contributed to the clan.

But he couldn't escape with a clear conscience. Yet he knew perfectly well that staying put meant certain death; there was no other option.

This internal conflict ultimately led to the current situation: Yuan Guan is dead, and he is about to die as well.

In the end, nothing changed.

Yuan Ting felt bitter. He was born with supernatural powers, able to hear the fluctuations and emotions of all things. He thought he could see through people's hearts, but he never thought that he could see through his own heart. Or rather, his observation of people's hearts made him gradually swell up and eventually lose himself.

A chilling, deathly silence spread rapidly, only to abruptly stop just before it reached the heart.

Yuan Ting opened his eyes, followed by even greater anger.

If the other side doesn't kill him, then they want to capture him alive. The warriors of the Wu tribe can die in battle, but they will not accept being captured alive.

Yuan Ting swung the bone hammer in his hand, but instead of smashing it at Gao Yang in front of him, he smashed it directly at his own head.

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With a flash of sword light, Yuan Ting's right arm, which was holding the hammer, was severed. Before he could make any further moves, Gao Yang appeared beside him, grabbing his head with his large hand. Countless sword energies, as solid as metal, pierced out from all parts of his body, directly penetrating the surrounding space.

Gao Yang stood in front of Yuan Ting, looking at the other party who was pinned to the void by the sword energy, and said, "You were able to come to save your companion, so it is likely that the Witch Clan behind you will also come to save you."

Upon hearing this, Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

This situation is absolutely possible.

However, given the strength of this human sword demon, it would be tantamount to sending clansmen at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals to their deaths, and clan leaders and others at the level of Quasi-Saints would not easily make a move.

In that case, it is certain that a member of the clan at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal will come.

Yuan Ting stared intently at Gao Yang, a terrifying thought surfacing in his mind:
This human sword demon intends to kill all the geniuses below the Quasi-Saint level of the Source Witch Clan!!

Without hesitation, Yuan Ting's engorged ears suddenly burst open, and violent magical power surged within his body, washing over every inch of his flesh and blood.

He directly destroyed his innate supernatural powers in exchange for a powerful backlash, all for the sake of suicide.

"Very decisive, but if you had been more decisive earlier, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

The cold voice continued to reach Yuan Ting's ears, followed by a blazing sun that shone on Yuan Ting's body, stopping his rapidly collapsing body from disintegrating.

Gao Yang made a fist with one hand, and the solar battle qi filled Yuan Ting's body, suppressing all the violent magic power within him.

In this way, Yuan Ting could not even commit suicide.

Looking at Yuan Ting, who was in tears and unable to move even a finger, Gao Yang asked, "How many people do you think the Yuanwu clan will send to rescue you?"

Yuan Ting closed his eyes in pain, refusing to look at Gao Yang.

He's done.

He now only hopes that the Yuanwu clan will completely abandon him and stop sending people here.

Gao Yang reached out and picked up the Qi Luck Disc at his waist. As he channeled his magic power into it, a thick, long golden light appeared before him.

Gao Yang was somewhat surprised to see the golden aura that was nearly fourteen feet tall before him.

Before killing Yuan Guan, the height of the Qi Yun Sub-Disc was only a little over seven zhang, but after killing Yuan Guan, it was almost fourteen zhang, nearly doubling in height.

This demonstrates just how powerful the fortune of the Yuan Guan witch clan is.

Gao Yang's gaze fell on Yuan Ting. The person in front of him was also special, and it seemed that the luck associated with him was not weak either.

If we kill him, the luck on the luck disc might be able to break through twenty feet, and we'll be one-fifth of the way to a hundred feet.

But now is not the time. Gao Yang still needs to use him to lure more members of the Wu tribe.

His death will come when he can no longer lure out enough members of the witch clan.

In this way, Gao Yang brought Yuan Ting back to Leize.

The news of Yuan Guan's death and Yuan Ting's capture quickly spread to the Yuanwu clan, and not only the Yuanwu clan, but almost all the Wu clans in the entire Southern Continent knew about it.

After all, Gao Yang was the only person in the last hundred years to openly provoke the entire Wu Clan, and he even arrogantly ordered other Wu Clan members to kill him on Wu Clan territory.

This directly sparked a battle for destiny between the human and witch races. Under these circumstances, not only the entire witch race, but also the human race, the demon race, and those bald monks who spend their days crossing this and that, all turned their attention to this Thunder Swamp.

Yuan Ting's pitiful appearance naturally did not escape the notice of those who were interested.

In an instant, a wave of turmoil swept across the entire Jambudvipa (Southern Continent).

It should be noted that Yuan Ting and Yuan Guan are both renowned young figures in the entire Witch Clan, both promising candidates for Quasi-Saint status, and their combat strength is top-notch.

But now, one person has been killed and another captured, a result that is utterly astonishing.

At the same time, it also made many people who were watching put away their ulterior motives.

In Ganyue City, Master Ganyue sat quietly in his Daoist temple, listening to his disciple Xingli's report.

After Xingli Daoist finished speaking, Ganyue Zhenren nodded and gestured for Xingli to leave. After Xingli Daoist left, Ganyue Zhenren opened his eyes and sighed softly, "Fortunately, I didn't harbor any ill intentions back then, otherwise I'm afraid I would have died under Fellow Daoist Zizai's sword."

It seems that it is not impossible for Fellow Daoist Zizai to leave the Southern Jambudvipa.

Now let's see how the Witch Clan will retaliate.

The arena has been marked. If the Witch Clan doesn't participate, the damage to their fortune will be immeasurable, indirectly affecting the upcoming minor calamity.

Master Ganyue turned to look in Lei Ze's direction, his eyes filled with inquiry:

"Fellow Daoist Zizai probably doesn't know that, because of the Wu Clan, the name 'Zizai Sword Demon' has already begun to circulate in Nanzhan, right?"

I hope you can escape this sea of ​​right and wrong and attain true freedom.

At the center of the Yuanwu clan, five figures stood in five directions, their tattooed faces all filled with anger.

In the center of them was the Netherworld Bone, used for communication among the Witch Clan. At this moment, on the mirror formed by the Netherworld Bone, there were dozens of Witch Clan members dressed in various styles.

"The human sword demon is still waiting in the Thunder Swamp, and the warriors of the Source Witch Clan are still suffering. Doesn't the Source Witch Clan have any ideas?" A witch clan man with bone spurs piercing his nose spoke, his voice booming like thunder.

In the Source Witch Clan, a burly, dark-skinned man stared wide-eyed and relentlessly questioned, "What our Source Witch Clan does is none of your concern, Bone Witch Clan. But it's you Bone Witches who haven't seen a single one of your people appear from beginning to end."

What, are you so cowardly and afraid of trouble? Why don't you just retreat back into your animal skin and nurse?

"You fart!"

Immediately afterwards, a chaotic argument and shouting erupted.

After a short while, the argument subsided, and the meeting was able to continue.

In the mirror, an elderly witch with regular features opened her eyes.

As he moved, the rest of the witch clan all composed themselves and turned to look at him.

The old witch slowly spoke:

"There's nothing to say. The human sword demon must die. If he doesn't die, then millions of Wu people will die in the future. As Wu priests, we must be responsible for the fate of the entire Wu clan."

Although the Witch Clan is divided into four directions, their fate is a unified whole. You should send out the elite warriors of your respective clans to slay the Human Sword Demon.

When necessary, there's no need to worry too much.

The beast was a ferocious creature with sharp teeth and claws; it would be far too dangerous for a single witch warrior to hunt it.

After hearing the old witch's words, the other witches all nodded emphatically.

This means they must use any means necessary to completely kill that human sword demon in the Thunder Swamp; even ganging up on him is a necessary tactic.

"But remember, Quasi-Saints must not participate. The Daoist sect and the human race have a close relationship. If a Quasi-Saint from my Wu clan participates, it will inevitably attract Quasi-Saints from the Daoist sect and the human race. In that case, we will have no advantage whatsoever. Do you understand?"

"Understood, High Priest, please rest assured."

As soon as the words were spoken, the mirror began to dim, and the many high-ranking members of the witch clan quickly dispersed.

Within the Thunder Swamp, Gao Yang has done nothing but wait these past few days, eating and sleeping, slowly recovering from the effects of his more than 30,000 years of imprisonment.

At the same time, it is also adapting to its rapidly growing strength.

After all, for over 30,000 years, he never stopped cultivating and comprehending.

Boom~
Thunder roared, and moisture churned within the thick black clouds, as if a heavy rain was about to fall.

On the boulder, Gao Yang opened his eyes and looked up at the dark clouds that almost pressed down on his head, thinking to himself, "Five days have passed, the Wu Clan should be making a move."

This was not a wild guess, but a response from his senses.

The air was thick with a chilling atmosphere.

For Gao Yang, who has already grasped most of the rules of killing, this is nothing out of the ordinary.

Thirty thousand years of imprisonment would normally be a death sentence for Gao Yang, but due to a series of coincidences, it became a rare opportunity for him.

Gao Yang is much stronger now than before.

This level of strength has nothing to do with attributes; it comes entirely from combat skills and the understanding and mastery of the rules.

Gao Yang glanced at Yuan Ting, who was still begging for death, then looked away. Yongyao appeared in his hand. He looked at the smooth blade of Yongyao and muttered to himself:
"I hope your witch clan can send more people. The faster you accumulate your fortune, the more time I will have."

If a quasi-saint were to come, that would be even better.

A single Source Listening could contribute nearly seven zhang of fortune to him, so a Quasi-Saint could provide at least ten or even twenty zhang of fortune.

If three or five Quasi-Saints were to come, he might be able to accumulate enough fortune to leave the Southern Continent.

"However, accumulating enough luck doesn't seem to be the end."

Gao Yang recalled the words of the Qi Yun Zi Die and the True Man Gan Yue, and thought to himself, "Perhaps someone is also waiting, waiting for me to collect enough Qi Yun, and then kill me to seize my Qi Yun and the Qi Yun I have collected."

The thought flashed through Gao Yang's mind, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

If that's the case, then we can't blame him.

Boom!

Blue-purple lightning exploded above Gao Yang's head, bringing a moment of light to the dim Thunder Swamp. In that instant, it also illuminated more than twenty figures that had silently appeared in the Thunder Swamp.

Gao Yang stood up, sensing the figures of the Wu Clan appearing around him, and slowly exhaled.

With his exhale, a torrential downpour began, the massive rain curtain enveloping the entire Thunder Swamp and blocking out outside observation.

In the dark, rainy night, Gao Yang stood with his sword in hand. The pouring rain couldn't get any closer to him. His gaze pierced through the rain, sweeping over the Wu Clan surrounding him, finally settling on Yuan Ting beside him. He asked:
"Twenty-nine members of the Witch Clan, twenty-nine Great Luo Golden Immortals—is this your Witch Clan's counterattack?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the witch clan members he had once fought against or even lost to. Looking at those familiar faces, he felt even more desperate.

He didn't answer, but stared intently at Gao Yang, his battered soul roaring incessantly, "Kill me!"

Just then, a six-zhang-tall witch warrior, radiating golden light, stepped forward, his deep voice even drowning out the booming thunder:
"Free Sword Demon, release Yuan Ting, and you can leave this Thunder Swamp."

Gao Yang turned to look at the tall witch who had spoken, and casually waved his hand, "You can make your move now."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless sword energies surged out from Yuan Ting's body, tearing him to shreds.

Blood mixed with flesh splattered into the mud pit, and was quickly submerged by the endless torrential rain.

Golden light burst forth from the fortune disc at Gao Yang's waist, and then a pillar of fortune light shot up from behind Gao Yang, reaching a height of twenty feet.

Gao Yang did not look at the information on the network that appeared in front of him. After killing Yuan Ting, he took a step forward, and his body disappeared into the rain along with the sword light.

(End of this chapter)