Chapter 2464: Chapter 2467: Lei Yan
In the vast plains, valleys and dense forests stand tall.
Streaks of light fly at low altitude across the plains, occasionally people stop, and when they do, either a place erupts with a gray haze, or the person who stopped dies.
The difference between hunting and being hunted is just a single character, but the consequences are worlds apart, and these vastly different events occur countless times daily on this abandoned plain.
Since the necro spirits first went berserk to now the Necrotic Tide, it has only been three to five months, yet the cultivators buried within this abandoned plain have already numbered in the tens of thousands.
And this number continues to refresh daily, with the arrival of the Necrotic Tide, the speed of renewal has significantly increased!
In the central region of the abandoned plain, a massive formation envelops a hundred miles of territory.
On the formation, a grand pressure ebbs and flows, a force even strong cultivators in the Unity Realm Stage cannot resist.
However, as time passes, the pressure gradually weakens, and the glow of the formation fades.
Outside the formation, over a hundred figures gaze eagerly at the massive formation, likely waiting for the pressure to weaken enough to rush inside.
The forefront of these hundred figures are eight phantom figures; upon closer inspection, these figures are not physical but are condensed from strands of Primordial Spirit.
The eight figures sit cross-legged at the outer edge of the formation, eyes slightly closed, a faint thread of Primordial Spirit Power connects the eight and the formation, seemingly probing something.
Meanwhile, those around occasionally glance at the eight, eyes filled with reverence.
Buzz!
Suddenly, one of the figures condensed from Primordial Spirit trembles, eyes snapping open, revealing a cold murderous intent.
Hmm?
The other seven turn to the elder, a rough-looking man gruffly speaks up: "Lei Yan, what’s wrong? Your son dead?"
The elder swiftly turns to glare at the man, murderous intent swirling: "Do you know who killed my son?"
Uh...
The man looks stunned, eyes showing surprise.
Yet he does not fear the elder’s murderous intent; instead, his face shows delight: "Wow, is your son really dead? Which son? That Lei Ying little brat? If it’s him, tell me who killed him, I’ll go thank them!"
Those around gape in shock, dumbly looking at the man, disbelief in their eyes.
A man’s son is dead, and you gloat in front of him, utter such hateful words, is this to provoke a fight?
However, those familiar with the man’s temperament helplessly shake their heads, knowing he and the elder have an irreconcilable vendetta, with both wanting the other’s life constantly, yet unable to do anything due to equal strength, thus settling for verbal jabs.
Besides, this man is unfazed by anything, or else he wouldn’t have once charged into Canglan City, killing a noble figure personally appointed by the Canglan Great Emperor!
"You..."
The elder’s face darkens, but he doesn’t argue with the man, instead looking at a man in the crowd: "Gui Ying, go to Trade Town No. 3, Lei Ying was gathering Spirit Stones there recently, find out who killed them!"
"Yes!"
The man nods respectfully, his figure slowly vanishing, disappearing instantly.
"Gui Ying Phantom Trace?! That man is Deputy Chief Gui Ying Luo Tong of Lei Yang Village?!"
"What? It’s Deputy Chief Luo Tong!?"
"Wow, what’s happening? Lei Yang Village actually dispatched their Semi Saint Realm Deputy Chief?"
"Seems Lei Yan’s son was killed."
"Whoa, who dared kill the Saint’s son Lei Yan?"
"Shh, lower your voice, want to die?"
The surrounding crowd murmurs, surprise in their eyes.
"Is it really Lei Ying the little brat that’s dead? Haha! Hahaha... Good! That’s wonderful!"
The man laughs heartily upon hearing Lei Yan’s command.
"Lei Ying? Is Lei Ying dead?"
"No wonder Lei Yan the Saint is so angry; Lei Ying was his most talented son!"
"Who killed Lei Ying? That guy was a strong late-stage Integration Path cultivator, even if suppressed, not an ordinary mid-stage Virtual Refinement cultivator could handle."
"Could be someone from the large forces outside training here!"
Listening to the discussions, surprise spreads throughout the crowd, whispering about who killed Lei Ying.
Lei Yan’s gaze grows cold as he looks at the man, if looks could kill, the man would be shredded.
"Before Lei Ying was killed, he would surely brag he was from Lei Yang Village, that if killed, the whole village would retaliate. Knowing his identity yet still killing him, heh, Lei Yang Village might be in big trouble."
The man, still unafraid, mumbles to himself: "If only he tangled with the Inner Circle’s Twelve Sects or the Six Great Academies... No, not the Academies, their people lack spirit, best if tangled with someone from the Twelve Sects, that would be interesting!"
The man mutters to himself, turning to Lei Yan, schadenfreude clearly in his eyes.
Upon hearing, Lei Yan’s face changes, brows gently twitching.
Though they are one of the strongest forces in the abandoned plain, they are no match for the Inner Circle’s Twelve Sects, not even within the plain, as the Twelve Sects are top-tier forces on the continent, with multiple Saints, whereas they have only him in the Saint Realm.
Upon realization, Lei Yan thinks of something, his gaze growing more unpleasant.
The one who snatched the Breeze Sweeping Knife and used that bizarre Blood Fiend Force to breach my Primordial Spirit Imprint must hail from a major figure!
Pupils constrict, Lei Yan’s face grows uncertain, but finally he grits his teeth, cold glint flashing in his eyes.
No matter who, killing my son will pay the price!
Lei Yan’s face contorts as he thinks.
The man observing Lei Yan catches his change in expression, delight in his heart, about to taunt, suddenly sensing Lei Yan’s ruthless gaze, feeling shocked.
This old guy has resolved to act, even if against someone from the Inner Circle’s Twelve Sects, quite bold; better not provoke him for now, he’s ignoring the Twelve Sects’ deterrence, provoking further might truly spark a fight!
Though unafraid of the old man, currently the Saint’s relic is more crucial, gaining the Saint’s legacy there might nurture another Saint, enabling his Wind Thunder Valley to vie for the top among the Eight Villages!
The man considers while glancing at Lei Yan’s expression, deciding to spare his heart for now.
