Chapter 131: Despair  

Translator: KurazyTolanzuraytor Editor: Lucas

Bang!

Inside Duan Ling Tian’s body, Origin Energy charged out and broke through the last bottleneck...

A carp leapt over the dragon gate and instantly transformed into a dragon!

At the exact moment the Origin Energy charged through the bottleneck, Duan Ling Tian’s body instantly underwent an earth-shattering change...

Duan Ling Tian opened his eyes and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

I’ve broken through!

Fourth level of the Core Formation Stage!

In these past three months, Duan Ling Tian had never once stopped cultivating as he travelled to the Imperial City, and the facts would prove that his hard work wasn’t wasted!

"I can exert the strength of 11 ancient mammoths without using spirit weapons at my current strength.... That’s comparable to an ordinary eighth level Core Formation martial artist! Once I complete the fourth level Core Formation Stage tempering of the fleshly body for the Raging Python Form, I will gain another ancient mammoth worth of strength. That will allow me to possess a strength comparable to a ninth level Core Formation martial artist!" Duan Ling Tian’s eyes flashed with a trace of a brilliant light.

"Duan Ling Xing, we’ll meet really soon, and at that time, what you gave me, gave Ke Er, gave Li Xuan...I’ll make you repay it a hundred fold, a thousand fold, or even ten thousand fold!"

After breaking through, Duan Ling Tian’s mood was elated, but only when he lifted his head to look did he realize that his mother was still cultivating, and the girls, Li Fei and Ke Er, were both sleeping.

"These two little girls are probably really tired." A light smile appeared on the corners of Duan Ling Tian’s mouth and his eyes were filled with a gentleness. He planned to use his entire life to protect these two girls and allow them to be the happiest women on this world.

This was the promise he made to himself that wouldn’t change throughout his lifetime.

Duan Ling Tian opened the carriage curtain and looked off into the distance.... During this journey, they’d met with some senseless bandits; however, none of those bandits were able to rob and kill them; instead, they were killed by Xiong Quan.

Duan Ling Tian was extremely at ease with Xiong Quan around, and after a short while, he felt slightly exhausted and dozed off.

Before long, Duan Ling Tian was jolted awake by the sound of hurried horse hooves stomping towards them. These sounds came from three horses which had speeds far above the speed any ordinary horse was capable of...

"Three Ferghana Horses?" The sound of the horses grew closer and closer. Duan Ling Tian lifted open the carriage curtain and looked towards the back .What he saw made his brows twitch.

In next to no time, he clearly saw the face of one of the three figures.

Yu Xiang!

"The Yu Clan’s movements are really fast." Duan Ling Tian eyes went cold as he closed the carriage curtain. He didn’t disturb his mother nor Ke Er and Li Fei as he opened the carriage door and sat beside Xiong Quan. "Xiong Quan, the three people behind are coming for me. Stop the wagon at the side and let’s deal with them."

"Yes, my liege." Xiong Quan nodded and stopped the wagon at the side of the road before following Duan Ling Tian and dashing towards the back of the wagon.

Neigh!

Neigh neigh~

...

Three Ferghana Horses stopped before Duan Ling Tian. On their bodies was sweat that seemed like fresh blood, and under the rays of the burning sun, it glimmered with a devilish glow.

A young man atop one of the Ferghana Horses stared coldly at Duan Ling Tian as he sneered, "Duan Ling Tian, you know that you can’t escape death, so you came over to seek your own doom? What? Hoping to use this to plead us to spare your family?"

"Yu Xiang, you’re still as conceited as usual." Duan Ling Tian looked at Yu Xiang and spoke in an indifferent tone. His gaze had never once fallen upon Yu Xiang. Instead, it descended upon the other two people.

An old man and a middle-aged man.

Once a martial artist was above the Core Formation Stage, his cultivation wasn’t something that could be easily discerned, but Duan Ling Tian inherited the memories of Rebirth Martial Emperor after all, and by relying on Rebirth Martial Emperor’s memories, he was vaguely able to discern that the middle-aged man was an Origin Core martial artist, and the old man, on the other hand, was a Nascent Soul martial artist...

This old man’s strength was not one bit inferior to Aqua Mist City’s He Clan’s Supreme Elder, He Zu Dao.

"Humph! Duan Ling Tian, you’re still stubborn even when you’re about to die! I’ll tell you right here right now, even if you come and seek death, I still won’t spare your family. As long as it’s someone related to you, then they will die!" Seeing Duan Ling Tian actually ignoring him caused Yu Xiang to burst with rage.

"What did you say?" Duan Ling Tian’s face sank and his gaze turned slightly cold. A terrifying killing intent swept out from him towards Yu Xiang.

Threatening his family was taboo to him!

Yu Xiang’s expression went ghastly pale and his body started trembling when he was abruptly enveloped by this killing intent, and he actually fell off his horse in a sorry state...

"Hmm?" The old man, or the Yu Clan’s Grand Elder, Yu Hui, glanced at Duan Ling Tian with a slightly astounded gaze.

Such a killing intent.... Even he, who had killed to make his way through his life till now, had not developed a killing intent of this degree. This youth around the age of 17 was not an ordinary person!

"You’re courting death!" Yu Li’s face sank as his legs stomped on the Ferghana Horse’s body. He launched himself like a rocket towards Duan Ling Tian, then he smashed his palm that swept out with violent winds towards him, causing the sound of air exploding to echo out. "Duan Ling Tian, you killed my son, Yu Hong. Today is the day you die!"

"Yu Hong?" Duan Ling Tian’s eyes flickered as he came to an understanding. So this man was Yu Hong’s father.

As he looked at the 110 ancient mammoth silhouettes above Yu Li, Duan Ling Tian thought in his heart, "This Yu Li’s strength isn’t bad; he actually cultivated to the eighth level of the Origin Core Stage."

"But this little bit of strength..."

"You dare to be disrespectful to my liege? Die!" Xiong Quan shouted explosively. As he instantly flashed out to intercept Yu Li, 100 ancient mammoth silhouettes appeared above him...

"Seventh level of the Origin Core Stage?" Yu Hui, who still sat atop his Ferghana Horse, was slightly surprised, but didn’t have any intention of lending a hand. As far as he was concerned, Yu Li was more than enough to handle a seventh level Origin Core martial artist.

"Humph! A mere seventh level Origin Core martial artist dares to be presumptuous in front of me? I’ll kill you first!" Yu Li looked on disdainfully as he sneered, and his palm that approached with tremendous momentum was suffused with Origin Energy as it blasted towards Xiong Quan.

Whoosh!

However, in this very instant, the 100 ancient mammoth silhouettes above Xiong Quan instantly became 200!

"No!!" Seeing this scene caused the sneer on the corners of Yu Li’s mouth to completely freeze, and his eyes contained terror.

He never would have thought that Xiong Quan was actually a Nascent Soul martial artist, as 200 ancient mammoths were something only a martial artist above the first level of the Nascent Soul Stage was capable of condensing.

He wanted to stop his attack, but he realized that it was already too late, as the entire strength within him had already been fully poured into this palm strike and was now difficult to withdraw.

"Stay your hand!" Yu Hui’s expression distorted, as he never imagined that Xiong Quan would have concealed his strength, and his body swiftly flashed out in an effort to save Yu Li. Above him, 300 ancient mammoth silhouettes condensed into form!

"Second level of the Nascent Soul Stage!" Duan Ling Tian’s eyes flashed when he noticed Yu Hui attacking, but he remained unfazed.

Whoosh!

A three-foot-long blade abruptly appeared in Xiong Quan’s hand and whistled out to instantaneously flash past Yu Li’s throat. After successfully completing his attack, Xiong Quan returned to stand in front of Duan Ling Tian and protect him.

Yu Hui caught Yu Li’s body only to notice that blood was flowing violently out of Yu Li’s throat, then Yu Li struggled for a few moments and lost all signs of life...

"Second Elder!" Yu Hui’s expression turned gloomy, as the middle-aged man in his hands was not only simply the second elder of the Yu Clan, he was the younger brother of the Patriarch. Now that Yu Li had died in front of him, how would he return and explain it to the Patriarch?

Since the moment Xiong Quan exerted the strength of a Nascent Soul martial artist, Yu Xiang had been completely dumbstruck. Now that he saw Yu Li’s death, his expression went ghastly pale. He pounced forward and continuously shook Yu Li’s corpse. It was as if he was unwilling to believe that all of this was real. "Father! Father!..."

Yu Hui put down Yu Li’s corpse and strode over towards Duan Ling Tian and Xiong Quan while staring at them with a cold and indifferent gaze.

"Today, even if you’re at the first level of the Nascent Soul Stage, you will still die for sure! And you, Duan Ling Tian, after I kill him, I won’t kill you... I’ll capture you and give you over to be dealt with by Yu Xiang!" Yu Hui’s cold and indifferent voice sounded as his ice cold gaze flashed past Xiong Quan before descending upon Duan Ling Tian.

"Duan Ling Tian, I will let you see with your own two eyes how I slice the flesh off your body piece by piece. I want you to feel that living is worse than death!" After hearing what Yu Hui said, Yu Xiang looked at Duan Ling Tian with a gaze that emitted a ruthless glare.

Duan Ling Tian’s face sunk. "Then it would depend on if this old goat is able to live up to your expectations."

Whoosh!

Yu Hui made his move. His speed was so fast that Duan Ling Tian, at his current cultivation level, was unable to catch a glimpse of Yu Hui... Xiong Quan flashed out right after Yu Hui, seeming to be able to easily see through Yu Hui’s whereabouts as he directly intercepted Yu Hui.

"A mere first level Nascent Soul martial artist, die!" Yu Hui’s figure appeared as he shouted coldly, and in his hand, a narrow saber that was as thin as a cicada’s wing appeared abruptly before whistling through the air as it struck at Xiong Quan!

The light of the saber radiated, and under the rays of the blazing sun, it flickered with a brilliant luster...

"Grade Eight Spirit Weapon!" Duan Ling Tian’s gaze flickered as he noticed the grade of the spirit weapon in Yu Hui’s hand.

Meanwhile, beside the 300 ancient mammoth silhouettes above Yu Hui, another 60 ancient mammoth silhouettes appeared. This was the strength amplified by the spirit weapon!

The Grade Eight Spirit Weapon provided a 20% amplification!

Om!

Yu Hui’s sabre martial skill was extremely remarkable, as it perfectly revealed his entire strength, and his attack moved like a shadow to envelop Xiong Quan.

"Your martial skill isn’t bad, but unfortunately, you encountered me." Xiong Quan didn’t dodge when faced with Yu Hui’s remarkable saber strike, and the three-foot-long blade in his hand flashed out to intercept the attack.

"Overestimating yourself!" A sneer appeared in the corners of Yu Hui’s mouth.

However, in next to no time, his expression completely changed...

What did he see?

Just at the moment Xiong Quan attacked, the 200 ancient mammoth silhouettes above him instantaneously became 400 ancient mammoth silhouettes...

Third level of the Nascent Soul Stage!

And this wasn’t even the end. As the spirit sword in Xiong Quan’s hand trembled, its might was completely revealed. Beside the 400 ancient mammoth silhouettes, another 100 ancient mammoth silhouettes condensed into form...

The spirit weapon’s amplification was close to 30%!

The strength of more than 500 ancient mammoths against the strength of nearly 360 ancient mammoths, the two of them were truly not on the same level, so the result was easily determined.

Clang!

The Grade Seven Spirit Weapon, the three-foot-long blade, flashed past as it instantly cut the Grade Eight Spirit Weapon, narrow saber, in half, and without losing any momentum continued on to descend upon Yu Hui’s head...

Yu Hui only had one thought before his death: "Third level of the Nascent Soul Stage... Grade Seven Spirit Weapon..."

Yu Hui’s severed head that flew off had its eyes opened wide, seeming to say that even till the moment of death, he never imagined that Xiong Quan would possess such strength...

"Grand Elder... No, it can’t be! It can’t be! I must be dreaming, I must be!" The scene before him caused Yu Xiang’s eyes to seem like they were about to split apart, and his expression was extremely unsightly! He muttered in despair while extending his hand to pinch his own thigh...