Chapter 110: Chapter 108: The Detestable Little Skeleton
As Feng Tianxing’s splintered soul dissipated, a dead silence fell over the world.
Everything that had just happened, though it unfolded in a short time, was utterly breathtaking.
First, Jiang Jichen had mercilessly decapitated the Feng Family’s Young Master, an act that had shaken the heavens.
Everyone had thought Young Master Feng was dead for certain, but unexpectedly, the Feng Tianxing at the Mid-stage Innate Sixth Realm was merely a clone. His true body was still in deep, life-or-death seclusion within the Feng Family’s secret grounds.
If Feng Tianxing’s clone was already so formidable, how powerful would his true body be?
The Cultivators of Cyan Moon City were once again stunned by the profound resources of an Upper-level Spiritual Cultivation Power. They couldn’t even begin to imagine where their limits lay.
And yet, the young Jiang Jichen remained utterly unfazed. He had annihilated Young Master Feng’s remnant soul with a single finger, an act of supreme dominance.
All around them stood experts with heaven-shaking auras, their Cultivation all above the Innate Fifth Realm. Even if Jiang Jichen grew wings, he couldn’t possibly escape now.
The black-robed elder didn’t strike immediately. And as long as he held back, not even the Old Emperor dared to act rashly. He stared coldly at Jiang Jichen and said, "Are you determined to die?"
"Why do you say that?" Jiang Jichen asked lightly. At the same time, he began circulating the Undying Scripture. Undying Power flowed out from his Great Innate Acupoint, spreading through his body and continuously mending his wounds.
"With Young Master Feng as your hostage, you had some leverage, a sliver of hope. But now, you’ve personally severed your only path to survival!" the black-robed elder stated indifferently.
At this, Jiang Jichen actually chuckled. "I wanted to kill him, so I killed him," he said lightly. "As for life and death, that’s not for you to decide. It’s not even for the heavens to decide. It’s for me to decide."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Jichen’s figure shot up, charging in the opposite direction of the black-robed elder and the Old Emperor.
He was starting his desperate attempt to break through!
The Little Skeleton also began to shake with effort, following behind Jiang Jichen.
Many people had actually noticed the Little Skeleton. But besides tagging along, it didn’t seem to have any purpose. It looked so fragile that a single blow would likely shatter it to dust. They couldn’t understand why Jiang Jichen kept it with him.
"Trying to run? Jiang Jichen, you don’t stand a chance!"
The black-robed elder finally made his move. With a flick of his finger, wisps of Spiritual Power Lines flew out, entangling the very world and sealing off a section of the void.
Spirit Silk Entangling the Void!
This was a technique of a Minor Grandmaster—terrifyingly powerful.
Tough Spiritual Power Lines blocked the path ahead for Jiang Jichen and the Little Skeleton.
At this moment, the Old Emperor also attacked. With a raise of his hand, the winds and clouds shifted, and the void trembled. A massive Palm Seal condensed, pulsing with the murderous intent of Spiritual Patterns.
This was a true strike from a Minor Grandmaster. The Old Emperor hated Jiang Jichen to the bone; naturally, he wouldn’t hold back with this attack.
However, before the palm could descend, the black-robed elder flicked his fingers at the empty air. In an instant, countless threads of Spirit Silk wrapped around the Old Emperor’s powerful and terrifying palm strike. The strike met such strong resistance that, for a moment, it couldn’t press down.
"Envoy, this..." The Old Emperor was taken aback, unable to understand why the Feng Family’s envoy would stop him.
"Young Master Feng wants him alive," the black-robed elder said calmly. "If Jiang Jichen dies and the Young Master emerges from his seclusion, he’ll have nowhere to vent his anger. We’ll be the ones to suffer."
’If I just wanted to kill Jiang Jichen, why would I use such a troublesome technique?’
Spirit Silk Entangling the Void not only required one’s control over Spiritual Power to reach an extremely profound level, but it also demanded the support of immense and pure Spiritual Power. The average Minor Grandmaster couldn’t perform it at all.
Although the Old Emperor was unwilling, he had no choice but to withdraw his Ultimate Kill strike.
Meanwhile, Jiang Jichen, facing the Spirit Silks blocking his path, advanced instead of retreating. He whispered to the Little Skeleton behind him, "Little Gray, stay close. Watch how your big brother unravels these threads and breaks out of this cage!"
The Little Skeleton raised its Little Bone Hand at Jiang Jichen’s side, making a cheering gesture that was both simple and cute.
Seeing this, Jiang Jichen was filled with a heroic spirit. His fighting will surged, and his body brimmed with endless power.
He let out a great laugh and flew forward. The Red Copper Rust Sword in his hand moved like a bird returning to the forest, like a fish swimming through the sea. The tip of the blade trembled, picking and thrusting amidst the dense web of Spirit Silk.
ZZT! ZZT!
One by one, the fine Spirit Silks were flicked away, completely unable to stop Jiang Jichen. The Little Skeleton followed right behind him without missing a step, continuously raising its Little Bone Hand to cheer him on.
"I have a Wisdom Sword, untroubled by three thousand strands of sorrow; I have a Dao Heart, uncontainable by All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds! Break, break, break..."
Chanting his verse, Jiang Jichen surged forward. In the blink of an eye, he and the Little Skeleton had broken out of the space entangled by the Spirit Silk and were now streaking forward like a bolt of lightning.
The black-robed elder’s face darkened. ’I can’t believe my signature technique, my pride and joy, wasn’t able to hold Jiang Jichen for even a moment!’
’This is a huge loss of face.’
He took a step and gave chase. At that moment, he finally witnessed Jiang Jichen’s speed for himself. ’He’s... not that much slower than me?’
’What kind of monster is this kid? I’m a Minor Grandmaster at the Innate Eighth Layer!’
However, even without the black-robed elder and the Old Emperor, a group of true experts from the Noble Families and Sects still stood before Jiang Jichen. They were all existences between the Innate Fifth and Sixth Realms.
Jiang Jichen could fight one of them, but facing a whole group was a suicidal gamble—one he could lose at any moment.
In that moment, Jiang Jichen and the Little Skeleton demonstrated perfect coordination.
Jiang Jichen drew everyone’s fire, while the Little Skeleton was an existence everyone ignored. Thus, no one noticed when it suddenly vanished.
With a casual flicker, the Little Skeleton disappeared from its spot. The next instant, it appeared behind an expert. A gentle poke from its Little Bone Hand, and the expert’s heart was extinguished. The soul floated out, only to be devoured by the Little Skeleton.
With so many pursuers, Jiang Jichen was instantly covered in wounds and gashes, his body on the verge of collapsing at any moment. But by then, they had finally broken through the encirclement and were at the very front of the chase.
But the black-robed elder and the Old Emperor had already overtaken them, blocking his path once more.
Still, after running this distance, Jiang Jichen had significantly closed the gap to the North City Gate. It wasn’t far now.
"Jiang Jichen, surrender without a fight!" the Old Emperor’s voice was grim. "You can’t escape. Don’t put up a pointless struggle. Besides, if you get away, not a single person from your Five Mansions will live!"
Jiang Jichen stopped. Behind him, the group of pursuing experts from the Family Sects were no longer looking at him. Instead, they were staring intently at the Little Skeleton.
The Little Skeleton seemed a little embarrassed by the attention. It lowered its small head, its Little Bone Hands fiddling nervously with the massive Treasure Pearl Necklace around its neck, looking all bashful.
"That damn Little Skeleton was playing the wolf in sheep’s clothing! Twelve people have already died at its hands! Dammit!"
These men shouted in rage, but looking at the trail of corpses, all dead from shattered hearts, a chill ran down their spines.
