Volume 2, Travels in the State of Qi Chapter 164: Completely Harmless to Humans and Animals

After Ye Wuji shouted those words, the scene fell into a prolonged silence.

A moment later, everyone cast puzzled glances at Ye Wuji.

What was this kid yelling and screaming about? Could it be that he couldn't accept failure and had been provoked to the point of madness?

Seeing the puzzled looks of the crowd, as well as the unmoved Emperor Qi, Ye Wuji was dumbfounded.

Pointing at Emperor Qi, he yelled repeatedly, "Qi Huaimin, I told you to kill them, did you hear me?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qi flew into a rage. "Ye Wuji, how dare you address His Majesty by his given name?"

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!" Seeing that Emperor Qi was truly not under his control, Ye Wuji retreated in panic.

"The demonic seed I planted within you should have made you obey my commands forever. How can you be completely fine? This is absolutely impossible!"

Didn't that entity promise him with absolute certainty that whoever consumed this demonic seed would forever obey his orders? Why did it turn out like this? Why was there no reaction at all?

"Ye Wuji, how dare you plot against Us! Your crimes are monstrous." Emperor Qi swept his long robe, exuding boundless majesty.

"Ye Wuji, should I kill you directly, or should I capture you, torture you for a while, and then kill you?" Ling Tian sneered.

"Ye Wuji, you harbored wild ambitions and actually schemed to frame us. Today, you will certainly not escape with your life."

"Ye Wuji, how dare you associate with the Demon race! Today, this old man shall take you down." Bai Chen let out a cold shout, and the two elderly men beside him instantly released their auras outward.

"You cannot kill me! I am an emissary of the Demon race. If you kill me, the Demon race will surely come to avenge me!"

"Still unrepentant and deluded to the end. Let Us send you on your final journey." Emperor Qi summoned the Qingtong Mirror and walked toward Ye Wuji. The others also scattered, surrounding Ye Wuji.

At present, Ye Wuji was severely injured and had no usable spiritual energy left throughout his entire body. Surrounded by so many powerful cultivators, it was absolutely impossible for him to escape anymore.

He panicked.

"Wait! As long as you don't kill me, I can tell you the secrets of the Demon race and where they are hiding!" Ye Wuji shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping to use this information to save his life.

Hearing this, the crowd indeed halted their movements.

After all, Ye Wuji was merely a minor figure, and whether he lived or died mattered little. However, if they could learn the hiding place of the Demon race and their secrets, they could strike first and avert a devastating catastrophe for the Immortal Cultivation World.

Just at that moment, Zhang Heng's voice came from afar, "Senior elders, he is talking too much nonsense. Just kill him."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice. They saw Zhang Heng casually sitting somewhere, gnawing on a spiritual fruit. His posture was extremely leisurely, and his tone was completely nonchalant.

Yet, despite such a harmless appearance, his opening words demanded the execution of the sect master of a major sect.

Before anyone else could move, Ye Wuji burst into a loud laugh.

"Hahahaha! Kid, who do you think you are? Don't think you are all that just because you won the Imperial City Tournament. These people are all powerful figures in their own right. Do you really think they will listen to you? Do you think..."

Naturally, before he could finish his sentence, everyone's attacks began raining down upon him.

Emperor Qi, Bai Chen, the two sect mistresses of the Hehuan Sect, and Elder Lin of the Hunyuan Palace—all the Tianyuan-realm experts, without the slightest hesitation after Zhang Heng finished speaking, unleashed all their spiritual energy and attacked Ye Wuji.

Instantly, a chaotic mix of various martial arts skills intertwined, possessing a strange kind of destructive beauty.

Ye Wuji, the master of the Yinshhen Sect, thus met his demise.

Until the very moment of his death, he could not understand why these big figures would obey the words of a stinky kid, or why, the moment Zhang Heng spoke, they disregarded the safety of the entire cultivation world.

The moment Ye Wuji died, the black qi within the bodies of those young cultivators also dissipated. Having narrowly escaped death, they cast lingering, fearful glances at Zhang Heng.

On the other side, Wu Fawutian, who was pinned beneath Ling Tian's foot, fell into complete despair.

"Please spare me! I didn't know anything; it was all instigated by that old bastard Ye Wuji!" Wu Fawutian cried out, completely devoid of any dignity as a powerful expert.

Hearing these words, Ling Tian felt disgusted. "Wu Fawutian, you are supposed to be a sect master, yet you are so afraid of death. How disgraceful."

"Senior Ling Tian, send him on his way," Zhang Heng's voice came once again. He still wore that harmless expression. Yet, the moment his voice faded, another high-level Tianyuan-realm sect master perished on the spot.

Those young cultivators were utterly dumbfounded. Just who on earth was Zhang Heng? Why did all these major figures obey him?

The most miserable ones were the ordinary disciples of the Yinshhen Sect and the Tianyu Manor.

Now that their sect masters were both dead, they were left without a leader and could only look toward Chiying and Wuba within the immortal spiritual spring.

It was only at this moment that Zhang Heng noticed these two young sect masters.

Mainly because their presence had been far too negligible.

Seeing everyone's gazes converge upon them, Chiying and Wuba cursed inwardly, suddenly feeling an urge to kill those ordinary disciples.

Since their fathers were now gone, they had no choice but to beg for mercy.

Just as they were about to lower their heads to plead for their lives, Zhang Heng's voice came again. "Senior Ling Tian, slaughter these two as well."

"Zhang Heng, you—" Before Wuhong could finish his sentence, his aura vanished entirely in a fraction of a second.

On the other side, Chiying's mind went completely blank. This Zhang Heng was too ruthless; he didn't hesitate at all when killing people.

The next second, he followed those individuals into the afterlife.

The remaining disciples of the Yinshhen Sect and Tianyu Manor fell to their knees one after another, begging for mercy. With their low cultivation levels, resistance was out of the question, leaving them no option but to bow their heads.

At this time, Zhang Heng walked toward them, maintaining that same harmless appearance.

Yet, everyone who looked at him felt as though they were gazing upon a demon, acutely aware that this kid named Zhang Heng was a cold-blooded and ruthless character.

Consequently, they kowtowed and prayed desperately.

"Zhang Heng, please spare us!"

"We didn't know anything!"

"Let me live!"

......

Zhang Heng gave a peculiar smile. "Senior Ling Tian, they are too noisy. Knock them all unconscious."

The moment Zhang Heng said this, those people instantly felt a sense of relief, interpreting his words to mean he had no intention of killing them.

Yet, a second later, they were completely bewildered. Were they too noisy? If so, they could simply keep their mouths shut—why did they have to be knocked unconscious?

Upon hearing this, although Ling Tian had no idea what Zhang Heng was plotting, he complied nonetheless, releasing the spiritual energy of the sixth-level Tianyuan realm.

Rolling waves of pressure enveloped the ordinary disciples of the two sects. Most of these individuals were cultivators in the Qi Sea and Yuan Dan realms; naturally, they could not withstand the spiritual pressure of a sixth-level Tianyuan expert. Within a short while, all of them collapsed unconscious to the ground.

Seeing that everything had been resolved, Zhang Heng stretched lazily, then retrieved numerous vials of spiritual liquid from his spatial ring and distributed them to all the Tianyuan-realm experts present!

"You seniors have worked hard. Now that all matters are settled, you may rest and recover right here."

Those Tianyuan experts accepted Zhang Heng's spiritual liquid and, just as he suggested, sat cross-legged on the spot to meditate and recover. Earlier, they had engaged in a fierce battle with Ye Wuji.

Although Ye Wuji was alone, he had borrowed the power of a demonic artifact to forcefully elevate his spiritual energy realm to the God Transformation stage, making him extremely difficult to deal with. Consequently, they had all expended a significant amount of mental and physical energy.

Zhang Heng returned to the sides of Mu Wanqing and Qi Xuan, distributed a bit of spiritual liquid to each of them, and then began his own breathing exercises.

As for the various young geniuses, they were well aware that the spiritual liquid in Zhang Heng's hands was a precious treasure, yet none of them dared to ask for it. They all knew Zhang Heng was a ruthless individual. Just in case Zhang Heng got displeased and had those major figures give them a thrashing, wouldn't they suffer a massive loss?

With Ye Wuji and Wu Fawutian dead, this space returned to its previous harmonious atmosphere.