Chapter 2927: You Are Going to Die

The Winds of Kyushu Rise

Mingshang’s panic did not last long, because just as Lu Ye lunged towards him, a tremendously powerful aura suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Mingshang felt the aura seemed somewhat familiar. Before he could understand what was happening, he saw Lu Ye, who had been charging at him, suddenly change expression dramatically and turn and flee.

Then he perceived a powerful attack suddenly erupting not far behind him. The attack was not aimed at him, but the mere sweep of its aftermath made his body unsteady and his skin ache. He felt as if he had been grazed by a speeding star, and his vital energy suddenly became unstable.

A dazzling mystic light transformed into a giant fist, striking Lu Ye's back with lightning speed.

Lu Ye, fleeing into the distance, staggered from the blow, his protective Dao power instantly dissipating.

Before he could re-muster his protective power, a second attack arrived, followed immediately by a third, then a fourth...

From Mingshang's perspective, several giant fists of mystic light slammed into Lu Ye in rapid succession, a continuous barrage.

As blood splattered, Mingshang's eyes suddenly widened!

Lu Ye... was dead!

Right before him, that furious and mysterious assault had utterly pulverized him into dust.

Mingshang felt dazed for a moment, utterly unable to believe his own eyes.

But soon, as if realizing something, he turned to look in the direction from which the furious assault had originated, and his pupils immediately contracted.

In that direction, less than a few miles from him, a figure stood quietly, poised to strike with a fist. The figure was tall and imposing, its face obscured by a mask with a white background and a red character.

The red character was strikingly a flamboyant "Er" (Two)!

Saint Er!

Just as expected... Mingshang felt a sense of relief.

The last time Lu Ye led Si Shengya and others to attack Qianliu City, Saint Lu had suddenly emerged from the Source Realm. He had injured Lu Ye then, but failed to kill him.

Mingshang had witnessed it clearly.

The True Saints in the Source Realm were all under Yuan's control. Although for unknown reasons, only one True Saint appeared each time, and they seemed unable to appear frequently, for such a significant battle as this, how could Yuan not be paying attention?

A True Saint was bound to appear this time!

He had simply not anticipated it beforehand, but when the powerful aura unique to a True Saint appeared, how could he not understand the reason?

Saint Er was still striking, fist after fist of mystic light pounded the spot where Lu Ye had vanished. It was as if he held some deep resentment, seemingly not appeased even after pulverizing Lu Ye. That powerful assault shattered the very void in that area.

"Ha!" Mingshang inexplicably laughed aloud. "Hahahahaha... cough, cough, cough..."

He laughed so wildly because he found it amusing. Lu Ye's previous acts of slaughter had made him extremely wary, and being targeted this time had put him in a situation where survival was unlikely.

Who would have thought there would be such an unexpected turn of events? That fellow, Lu Ye, had been blasted to death by the suddenly appearing Saint Er.

All his worries were now gone, and Mingshang felt immensely pleased!

His emotions were stirred, and compounded by being swept by the lingering power of Saint Er's recent attack, he actually coughed up a good deal of blood.

Only after a full ten breaths did Saint Er's assault suddenly cease. It wasn't that he ran out of power, but rather a giant black chain suddenly appeared in the void, instantly coiling around him. Immediately, Saint Er was dragged into an unknown place and vanished.

"Heaven-Weaving Needle!" Mingshang's heart stirred, and he immediately rushed towards the spot where Lu Ye had died.

The Feather Race's supreme treasure had been seized by Lu Ye then, as had Mordo's supreme treasure. Lu Ye also seemed to possess a long saber supreme treasure.

The others were fine; they wouldn't be of much use to him. But who wouldn't want a treasure like the Heaven-Weaving Needle?

Saint Er had killed the enemy, and he would claim the spoils. No one could fault him for that.

Rushing forward at extreme speed, Mingshang immediately spotted the Heaven-Weaving Needle. Supreme treasures were not easily damaged; although Saint Er's assault was ferocious, it was clearly impossible to shatter a supreme treasure.

He reached out to grab the Heaven-Weaving Needle, his brows filled with delight.

However, at that very moment, Mingshang's heart suddenly pounded, and an inexplicable, immense sense of danger surged through his entire body.

As a Half-Saint, Mingshang's combat experience was exceptionally rich. He instantly sensed something was wrong, and without a second thought, he retreated.

But it was too late, because a light flashed from the Heaven-Weaving Needle, then transformed into a golden streak that shot towards him.

Mingshang was greatly alarmed!

He had personally witnessed Lu Ye activating the power of the Heaven-Weaving Needle last time. Although he didn't know why Lu Ye could wield this treasure so quickly, what he saw with his own eyes couldn't be false.

Now Lu Ye was dead, so who was controlling this supreme treasure?

It couldn't be that the treasure was unleashing its power on its own; that made no sense at all.

At such close proximity, the Heaven-Weaving Needle's sudden activation left Mingshang no time to dodge. He could only desperately channel his Dao power to protect himself.

The next instant, he felt a powerful destructive force sweep across his chest, almost breaking through his protective Dao power.

Mingshang instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He had long heard of the Heaven-Weaving Needle's formidable reputation, but this was his first time experiencing it personally.

Daring not to delay, a layer of bloody mist erupted around him, and his Dao power surged even more fiercely. He had clearly activated some life-saving secret technique.

An aura suddenly appeared behind him, and a ghostly saber gleam slashed towards Mingshang.

Caught between attacks, Mingshang had no chance of escaping unscathed. As blood sprayed, he fled forward, pale-faced, flying a considerable distance before hastily looking back.

As he stabilized himself, his pupils immediately contracted, as he stared in disbelief at the figure he both feared and detested: "You're not dead?"

Lu Ye calmly put away the Heaven-Weaving Needle, and twirled his long saber. "I'm not dead, but you are about to be!"

Ever since Saint Lu appeared and injured him last time, he had realized that as the Source Realm continued to merge, the True Saints' time in the Source Realm and the power they could exert would gradually increase.

Afterward, he had encountered several clashes with the puppet Half-Saints, but no True Saints had appeared again.

This aligned with his earlier deduction: True Saints emerging from the Source Realm must have some restrictions. What those specific restrictions were wasn't entirely clear, but there were always some intervals in their appearances.

Since he hadn't encountered a True Saint in the previous several times, how could he not be carefully on guard this time? This battle was too significant; Yuan would certainly be paying attention.

So, there was a high probability a True Saint would appear.

With his current strength, he could indeed survive an encounter with a True Saint, but severe injury was unavoidable. To avoid this situation, he could only rely on his Talent Tree clone.

The one Saint Er had just killed was the clone.

With Saint Er having appeared, Lu Ye naturally had no further concerns.

Moreover, he had long anticipated that Mingshang would come looking for the Heaven-Weaving Needle, so when the clone emerged, it only brought the Heaven-Weaving Needle.

Unfortunately, controlling the Heaven-Weaving Needle from a distance prevented the supreme treasure's full power from being unleashed. Otherwise, that single strike just now should have been enough to take Mingshang's life.

As it was, it wasn't bad; Mingshang had been wounded by his saber, with a huge gash opened on his back, and his chest had been pierced by the Heaven-Weaving Needle. Such injuries, even for a Half-Saint like Mingshang, could not be ignored.

Sensing Lu Ye's chilling killing intent, Mingshang's expression changed drastically. Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and he immediately fled towards Xuewei, shouting, "Xuewei, save me!"

Wounded as he was, attempting to flee was pure fantasy. He could only call for help.

Xingzhou's battlefield was quite far from here, and Fei had disappeared to an unknown location. The only one he could rely on now was Xuewei.

Xuewei, who was single-handedly fighting five opponents and pushing Long Zun and the others into a desperate struggle, couldn't help but frown upon hearing this.

Her situation seemed relaxed, but in reality, she was using all her might. After all, it was a combined effort of five Half-Saints amplified by Unity Orbs, and even she dared not be careless.

When Saint Er had appeared just now and Lu Ye's clone was killed, she had stolen a glance amid her busy fight, feeling that this battle would surely be won today.

Who knew that not long after, Mingshang would send out a cry for help?

She immediately turned her head to look, only to see Mingshang awkwardly fleeing towards her. Not far behind him, Lu Ye, with a cold expression, raised his long saber high, and remotely slashed in Mingshang's direction of escape.

Mingshang's aura suddenly faltered. Blood gushed profusely from the wounds on his back and chest. The intense pain from the sudden burst of Fierce Power almost twisted his face.

The sealing effect of Grief Power further weakened his aura.

Even at his peak, his strength had a slight gap compared to the current Lu Ye, let alone now, under the influence of two layers of the Soldier Race's mysterious powers.

Under the precise blade, the void was smoothed, and dense saber light enveloped Mingshang.

This Bug Race Half-Saint certainly perceived the danger and struggled fiercely, but ultimately it was futile.

Before he could reach Xuewei, his body was split in two, then in four, his life force extinguished.

Xuewei, who happened to witness this scene, saw her eye twitch violently.

In the Source Realm, clashes between Half-Saints were actually rare, let alone Half-Saints dying because of them. This was also why the Source Realm had accumulated so many Half-Saints.

But even in conflicts between high-level Unity cultivators, she had never seen anyone capable of slicing their opponent like this.

Dao bones were tough; ordinary methods couldn't destroy them, unless all their Dao power was depleted.

Mingshang, a dignified Half-Saint, surely still had a reserve of Dao power. Yet he was cut into many pieces, like rotten meat. Xuewei couldn't believe how sharp Lu Ye's long saber must be to accomplish this so easily.

She grieved for Mingshang's death, and was also angry at his weakness. How long had the battle even lasted before he was killed just like that?

It was a pity that Xueyuan, Zhifei, and Mordo had all died before, and Mingshang had been alive. She had thought this fellow possessed great skill.

In her moment of vexation, her attacks lost their rhythm, actually alleviating the pressure on Long Zun and the others considerably.

After Lu Ye slew Mingshang, he quickly collected his corpse into his inner world. This Bug Race Half-Saint had supreme treasures on him.

In this battle, he hadn't even been able to unleash his supreme treasures to launch a proper attack before dying. It was truly tragic.

Lu Ye then turned his gaze to another battlefield.

The battle thus far, everything was going according to plan, and the situation was even better than he had anticipated. Originally, after quickly killing Mingshang, he intended to deal with Fei.

But he had seen Fei chasing after Xuejiu and leaving just now. Where was Fei's trace on the battlefield now? So he could only head towards another battle group.