Chapter 199 - 196: Found Shi Bolang
Chapter 199: Chapter 196: Found Shi Bolang
Bathed in the blinding light of the flash grenade, Shi Bolang was utterly terrified. Already severely injured, his strength was greatly diminished. Now, blinded and unable to see a thing, he was panicked beyond belief. He frantically brandished the Great Saber in his hands, slashing wildly around him to keep anyone from getting close.
"Die!" A vicious glint flashed in Ye Xing’s eyes. The Cyan Blade Treasure Sword, like a viper striking from its den, shot out, aimed squarely at Shi Bolang’s back.
Shi Bolang was still slashing around chaotically. The surrounding din of battle, the CLANG of colliding weapons, completely masked the sound of Ye Xing’s thrust.
WHOOSH! SQUELCH!
With a soft sound, the sharp Cyan Blade Treasure Sword pierced through Shi Bolang’s back. The tip protruded from his chest. Ye Xing gave the blade a vicious twist, shredding his heart and sending a spray of blood into the air.
Shi Bolang’s face twisted in agony. His left hand desperately clenched the box containing the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill, trying to crush it. But to his bitter dismay, he found he no longer had the strength. His Life Force drained away rapidly, and the light in his eyes dimmed, turning to a dead gray. With a THUD, his corpse fell to the ground.
Ye Xing quickly pried open Shi Bolang’s hand and opened the Warm Jade Box. A faint, fragrant medicinal scent wafted out, revealing three pale green elixirs lying neatly inside.
’Great! The Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill is finally mine!’ Ye Xing’s eyes filled with joy. Not daring to delay, he immediately stored the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill in his Qiankun Bag, activated his Lightweight Skill, and dashed toward the outskirts at top speed.
Now that he had the Spirit Pill, only a fool would stick around. He had to find a safe place to consume the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill and raise his cultivation.
"Huh? Why do I smell the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill?"
"Yeah, I smell it too!"
"Damn it, I can’t see anything."
"What happened? Did someone snatch the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill?"
"Probably not. We can’t even see where Shi Bolang is, so how could anyone snatch it?"
"Maybe Shi Bolang destroyed the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill himself?"
"Who knows!" CLANG! CLANG!
"Ah! Which one of you sons of bitches keeps hitting me? You motherfucker!"
The inner circle was a cacophony of fighting and cursing. A moment later, the effect of the flash grenade finally wore off. The crowd of Martial Artists regained their sight and looked toward the center of the field, their expressions changing dramatically.
"Look! Isn’t that Shi Bolang on the ground?"
"Damn it, how did Shi Bolang die?!"
"Where’s the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill? Look and see if someone took it!"
A group of Martial Artists quickly swarmed the body, tossing Shi Bolang’s corpse over and searching it thoroughly, but they couldn’t find the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill anywhere.
"Ah, someone took the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill!"
"Which bastard stole the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill?!"
"Damn it, did anyone see anything?"
"Did anyone leave when all that chaos started? The person who left is probably the one who took the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill!"
"How would I know? I couldn’t even open my eyes. The moment I did, the light made them tear up."
"What the hell happened just now? Why was it suddenly so blinding?"
"It’s over. Someone took the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill, and we don’t even know who it was. This is pathetic."
"Yeah, just who is this master who managed to snatch the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill?"
The Martial Artists were a mix of rage and profanity. Some were resentful, others impressed. The scene descended into a chaotic, noisy mess.
"I... I think I saw someone leave!" a Martial Artist in the crowd suddenly said.
"For real? How is that possible?"
"None of us could open our eyes just now. How did you see anything?" a Martial Artist immediately challenged.
"I was on the outskirts, outside the range of the white light!" the Martial Artist replied.
The light from the flash grenade was intense, but its range was limited. The outer areas were indeed beyond its reach.
"That’s right, I saw it too! Someone definitely rushed out from the inner circle. I didn’t pay it any mind at first. I can’t believe the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill is gone."
"It was a youth in cyan robes. I wonder if he has the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill on him!"
"Where is he? Where did he go?"
"Over there! He fled in that direction!" A few of the Martial Artists on the outskirts who had seen him pointed up the mountain.
"After him! Get back the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill!"
"He couldn’t have gotten far! Chase him! Don’t let him escape!"
Instantly, the crowd surged forward. Several hundred Martial Artists began a massive chase up Biluo Mountain.
Biluo Mountain was steep and perilous, its paths winding and rugged.
It was now morning. The sun hung in the eastern sky, casting down countless golden rays that felt warm and pleasant on the skin.
’Now that I have the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill, my cultivation can finally soar! I need to find a place to go into seclusion and break through!’ Ye Xing’s heart was filled with excitement and anticipation. As he used his Lightweight Skill to race along the mountain path, his expression suddenly changed.
From behind him came a continuous SWOOSHING sound of people cutting through the air. It was clear a large group was rapidly approaching, the sound growing louder as they closed in.
In no time, Ye Xing saw about twenty people catching up. All twenty were Martial Artists of the Martial Arts Sixth Realm, and the one in the lead was none other than Elder Feng of the Quicksand Gang, a Martial Artist of the Martial Arts Seventh Realm. Behind this group of high-cultivation experts, hundreds of other Martial Artists from the Fourth or Fifth Realm were also arriving one after another.
"Brat, you can’t escape! Hand over the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill now!" Elder Feng of the Quicksand Gang shouted sternly.
"That’s right, hand over the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill!"
"A mere Martial Arts Fourth Realm brat dares to covet the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill? You must have a death wish!"
"Hand over the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill if you don’t want to die!"
The Martial Artists shouted threats as they gave chase.
"Hand it over, my ass! I don’t want to go on a killing spree, so if you know what’s good for you, get the hell away from me!" Ye Xing sneered. He paid the Martial Artists no mind and continued to use Wind Shadow Step, dashing forward at high speed.
The *Wind Shadow Step* was an Earth-tier Middle-grade Manual. Although Ye Xing was only at the Martial Arts Fourth Realm of cultivation, when he used the Wind Shadow Step, his speed was nearly on par with, or even comparable to, some of the slower Martial Artists at the Martial Arts Sixth Realm. Coupled with the head start he had, it was difficult for the other Martial Artists to catch up to him right away.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH—
The mountain wind was biting. As he sprinted, the wind howled in his ears, and the trees and grass on either side blurred into a receding green streak.
After running for another several minutes, Ye Xing finally reached the peak of Biluo Mountain.
He stood on the summit, his back to a bottomless cliff. The biting, cold wind made his robes flutter and snap loudly.
"Haha, brat, keep running!"
"You’re dead! Nowhere left to run, are you!"
"Hurry up and hand over the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill!"
"I thought some mysterious expert stole the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill. Turns out it was just a Little Martial Artist at the Martial Arts Fourth Realm."
"Hand over the Eight Treasures Profound Spirit Pill, and we’ll leave your corpse intact!"
One by one, the Martial Artists arrived behind him. In no time, over a hundred of them had gathered, tightly trapping Ye Xing at the edge of the cliff.