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Chapter 114 One Finger, Life and Death
hiss--!
Tens of thousands of eyes converged on the lakeside, and gasps of astonishment rose and fell in waves.

Too bad!
This is no longer a wager, but a life-or-death game with the reputation of two major sects and dozens of lives at stake.

Elder Li's face turned a deep purplish-red, then turned pale.

He stared intently into Meng Xihong's unfathomable eyes, a chill uncontrollably creeping up from his tailbone to the back of his head.

He had a feeling that he had fallen into an elaborate trap.

But now he was caught in a dilemma. If he backed down in front of countless ordinary people and martial artists in Qingzhou, the Qinglan Sect's century-old reputation would be completely ruined today.

"Alright! I... I'll take the bet!"

Elder Li practically spat out those words through gritted teeth, each syllable carrying a chilling killing intent.

“Very good.” Meng Xihong nodded slightly, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

He didn't even glance at Elder Li again, instead turning his gaze to the Xuanfu Sect, to the middle-aged Taoist priest holding a whisk, whose expression was constantly changing.

"Master Taoist, what about you? Would you like to give it a try too?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest, Sun Xuan, felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

He had personally witnessed Zhang Xianghua tear through the magic with his bare body. If those two strong men were so terrifying, what kind of existence must this young sect leader, who dared to gamble with the entire sect, be?

Sun Xuan had already been considering withdrawing, and now that he saw Meng Xihong and Elder Li make such a dangerous bet, he dared not get involved.

Sun Xuan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Meng Xihong from a distance: "Sect Leader Meng is too kind. This humble Taoist... this humble Taoist is just passing by, joining in the fun, yes, joining in the fun..."

"Ah."

Meng Xihong let out a cryptic chuckle and ignored the outwardly strong but inwardly weak fellow.

His gaze returned to Elder Li.

"Elder, please."

Elder Li took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the ominous premonition in his heart, attributing everything to the other party's bluff.

A flash of light appeared beneath his feet, and his figure rose like a wild goose, landing steadily on the shore of the isolated island, stepping onto the first white jade step.

Om-!
The moment the foot landed, the world seemed to shift and the stars moved.

The bustling crowd vanished in an instant, replaced by an endless, blood-soaked hell.

Limbs and severed arms were piled up like mountains, thick blood flowed like streams, and the soaring resentment was almost tangible, with the wails of the dead filling the air.

Why did you kill me?!

"Li Changfeng, you will die a horrible death!"

"Hmph! Such trivial skills, yet you dare to show off your amateurish abilities in front of me."

Elder Li snorted coldly. His mind was extremely stable in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and he could tell at a glance that this was an illusion.

He immediately circulated his spiritual power, cleared his mind, protected his spirit, and steadily climbed more than ten steps without changing his expression.

All the onlookers saw was Elder Li, tall and straight, climbing the steps. Although his speed was not fast, each step was exceptionally steady, and in the blink of an eye he had reached the eighteenth step.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of Qinglan Sect breathed a sigh of relief, their faces beaming with pride.

"See? What 'Path of Inquiry'? In front of Elder Li, it's nothing but a chicken and a dog!"

"That's right, the Sect Master of Tianyan Sect must have lost his mind to dare to make such a bet with Elder Li!"

However, just as Elder Li's foot stepped onto the nineteenth step...

His body swayed suddenly, and his steps faltered.

The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood before him receded like the tide, replaced by a dimly lit secret room etched into his bones, a room that would haunt his midnight dreams.

On the stone bed in the center of the secret chamber lay a young woman with gentle eyes and brows, who was his Daoist partner from his mortal days...

Driven by that faint hope of achieving Foundation Establishment, he personally orchestrated a scheme to lure her into this place, turning her into a furnace and draining her last trace of primordial yin.

This matter is the greatest inner demon of his life! "Husband... how cruel you are..."

The woman's shrill voice seemed to pierce through time and space, carrying endless resentment and coldness, directly striking the deepest part of his soul!

Elder Li's face turned deathly pale in an instant!

He roared, his spiritual energy surging as he tried to dispel the illusion, but the woman's figure became clearer and clearer, and she even reached out to grab him.

From the outside, all that could be seen was Elder Li pausing on the nineteenth step for a long time, his expression shifting, and cold sweat beginning to seep from his forehead.

He took another step, but staggered, as if he had exhausted all his strength with each step.

When he reached the forty-third step, Elder Li could no longer support himself. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

He gripped his head tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if trying to tear that unbearable memory out of his mind.

A suppressed, trapped whimper escaped his throat. Then, he abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the empty air in front of him, where only he could see the woman's venomous figure.

"No...it wasn't me!" His voice was hoarse and filled with madness.
"I did nothing wrong! The path of cultivation is inherently ruthless! To become a stepping stone on my path to Foundation Establishment is your honor! It is a blessing you have accumulated over eight lifetimes!"

He seemed to be trying to convince himself with these twisted words, but the deep-seated inner demons clung to him like maggots, causing his already crumbling Dao heart to collapse instantly.

The last shred of reason was completely crushed.

"Aaaaaah! Get out of here! All of you, die!"

Elder Li appeared to be insane, completely mad! He waved his arms wildly, and streams of spiritual energy exploded out of control, with sharp wind blades and scorching fireballs blasting in all directions without any strategy.

The hard white jade steps were shattered by his frenzied attacks, leaving behind a mess of flying stones.

The disciples of Qinglan Sect were dumbfounded. The dignified and awe-inspiring Elder Li in their hearts was now acting like a madman throwing a tantrum in the street!

Sun Xuan of the Xuanfu Sect was terrified, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He was incredibly glad that he had chickened out quickly and hadn't impulsively accepted Meng Xihong's "invitation."

This ghostly formation is terrifying! What level is it exactly?

Just then, Meng Xihong, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, moved.

He slowly raised his right hand, his index finger pointing remotely at Elder Li, who was struggling frantically in the illusion array.

The movements were slow, gentle, and even somewhat freehand.

Only Yun Songzi, standing behind him, had a glint of light flash in his cloudy old eyes.

He could see clearly that Meng Xihong was not using his own cultivation, but rather he had used an extremely subtle incantation to activate the killing power of this low-grade earth-level array that he had personally set up!
"Certainly."

A single word, uttered softly.

As the words were spoken, an invisible yet vast and incomparable suppressive force instantly descended from the core of the entire formation, the "Myriad Phenomena of the Mortal World" illusion array.

Elder Li, who was wreaking havoc in the illusion array, suddenly froze.

All his movements and expressions were frozen in that moment! It was as if time had completely stopped flowing for him.

The next second, Meng Xihong's finger made a light sweeping motion in the air.

puff!
A barely audible sound.

The killing intent of the "Water Dragon Slaughter" formation was instantly activated, condensing into a thin thread invisible to the naked eye. Ignoring Elder Li's protective spiritual light, it pierced through his brow and shattered his soul!

The madness and struggle in Elder Li's eyes quickly faded, replaced by endless emptiness and deathly silence.

His body went limp and he fell forward.

Life, cut off.

Li Changfeng, an elder of the Qinglan Sect, is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

dead!
(End of this chapter)