The ten lights shattered Phaethon’s barrier like glass. Each of the lights sliced his body mercilessly. In the end, Phaethon’s body was chopped into large chunks of meat. Even his primordial spirit was diced.
Everyone was shocked. For a moment, the only sound anyone could hear was the noise of Phaethon’s chunky flesh dropping onto the ground.
With that, Jared had fulfilled his promise of returning the favor by ten times. The might he displayed shocked everyone, especially his mastery of Thunder Palm and Nine Shadows. He had learned many things from the elder of the Archaic Body cultivators.
“Let’s go, Mr. Chance,” said Yuven, stepping forward. “I can’t return yet. Since the Five Slayers split up, I’m afraid the other wandering cultivators may be in danger.” Jared furrowed his brows.
“It’s just a bunch of wandering cultivators. Why do you care about them? People are killed every day in the Ethereal Realm. You can’t save everyone, Mr. Chance,” advised Yuven.
“I wouldn’t care if someone else was doing the killing. However, I won’t turn a blind eye if the Five Slayers are doing it.” Murderous intent flooded Jared’s eyes. He still held a grudge against the Five Slayers for what happened at the treasure trove.
Yuven remained silent instead of offering any more advice. He can do whatever he pleases. I’ll just follow him and lend him a hand when he’s in danger.
“Let’s leave now, then.” Jared darted toward another location in the far north. As he did, he activated his spiritual sense. At that moment, he was like a moving radar. He could sense even commotions miles away from him.
Soon, he stopped in his tracks and frowned. Without warning, he charged toward the southwest. When Yuven and the others saw that, they quickly followed Jared, As Jared’s group approached their destination, they could hear miserable screams.
Only a few wandering cultivators were left. If Woodley hadn’t been in the mood for a cat- and-mouse chase, all the wandering cultivators would’ve been dead.
“Run. Otherwise, the grim reaper will be the next thing you see.” Woodley smirked. However, the remaining wandering cultivators were covered in wounds, and they were exhausted. They didn’t have the energy to run anymore.
“I don’t care how you’re going to kill me. I can’t move anymore.” Beau lay on the ground, his face pale.
He knew his end had arrived, so he didn’t wish to escape anymore. “I can’t run anymore, too…” The remaining wandering cultivators similarly dropped to the ground.
Seeing that the wandering cultivators had given up, Woodley waved his hand, and a few vines appeared from thin air and wrapped themselves around Beau.
Then, the vines lifted Beau into the air, shaking him forcefully while tightening themselves around his body. Beau had a hard time breathing, and his bones were starting to break.
“Can’t run anymore, eh? In that case, I shall strangle you all to death!” Woodley cackled while standing before Beau.
Beau gritted his teeth. He knew there was no other way for his story to end. After all, even if he kept running, he would eventually just die of exhaustion. He preferred to have his life end swiftly.
Enraged by Beau’s attitude, Woodley raised the power of the vines. Beau vomited a mouthful of blood as his ribs broke one by one.
Despite the pain, he remained silent, with sweat covering his forehead. He knew he was a dead man, which was why he didn’t want to die pathetically.
