Commanding the Sea of Clouds
Wen Rui looked at Nong Zhu with considerable suspicion. It was truly baffling that a mere Nascent Soul Realm cultivator would dare to repeatedly show disrespect to a mid Spirit Transformation stage cultivator. What was even stranger was that Nong Zhu seemed unconcerned. Especially when Yue Qianchou faced Huo Zongming and the others, he seemed to completely disregard a group of Spirit Transformation stage. Yue Qianchou's background made Wen Rui deeply suspicious; this wasn't the first time.
The eleven cultivators quickly drew their weapons and gave chase into the sky. However, once they reached mid-air, they scattered into a circle, surrounding and pursuing them upwards. Clearly, after witnessing the fate of the three ahead, and fearing Yue Qianchou's thunderous rain of swords, they dared not pursue directly and instead adopted the tactic of spreading out and encircling.
The wind blew and the clouds swirled. Yue Qianchou paused high in the sky, staring at the scattered pursuers. He muttered to himself, "Kindness is often bullied, and a good horse is often ridden. If I don't scare you all today, then everyone, human or ghost, will want to challenge me. Who can handle that? It seems my master's methods for intimidating the Demon Ghost Domain are worth learning from. Use swift and decisive measures to intimidate ghosts and monsters. Kill!"
He grabbed two handfuls of yellow talismans and flung them out, causing First Company explosions in the air. Thick smoke billowed out, enveloping Yue Qianchou within it. He had used Smoke Talisman.
The eleven pursuers stopped abruptly, daring not to advance any further. After a short while, the wind picked up high, and the billowing smoke gradually dissipated, revealing once more Yue Qianchou's figure floating in the air on his sword...
The eleven people, scattered and looking at each other from a distance, were somewhat confused and dared not do anything rash, wondering what kind of scheme Yue Qianchou was up to.
The thousands of spectators below exchanged bewildered glances, unable to understand Yue Qianchou's intentions. Nong Zhu, stroking her chin and frowning, muttered, "What tricks is this guy up to now?"
Yue Qianchou was in the air, stared blankly at the dissipating smoke for a long time, then muttered to himself with an embarrassed expression, "Damn, how could I forget that the wind is too strong at high altitudes."
He originally intended to create a smokescreen in the air to confuse his opponents, then use his ability to control a thousand swords to launch a surprise attack. However, the smokescreen was blown away by the strong winds at high altitude. He even fooled himself, let alone anyone else. Unless someone could read minds, who could guess what he was up to?
Looking at the eleven people who remained motionless, Yue Qianchou thought to himself, "What are you all so nervous about?"
Just then, a white cloud drifted in with the wind, once again shrouding his figure in mist. As the cloud passed, Yue Qianchou revealed a look of sudden realization. He patted his forehead, then casually grabbed two more Smoke Talisman and scattered them. After First Company explosions, the smoke instantly spread again, enveloping him within it.
Unable to see what was happening inside, he opened his arms amidst the smoke, and thick white mist billowed from his body. After the smoke was dispersed by the wind, a white cloud appeared in the sky. The white cloud surged and expanded, gradually spreading nearly a kilometer across the sky before stopping.
What puzzled everyone was that while the surrounding clouds drifted by with the wind, this particular cloud remained motionless in the air. Given its strangeness, it was obvious to everyone that it was something Yue Qianchou had concocted.
Even Nong Zhu below, looking up, was stunned and said, "What can't this guy do? He can even create clouds?"
The last time, the miraculous method that caused the flowers and trees to wither and age was already unbelievable to him. Now, this new trick has opened his eyes. It's not difficult to evaporate water into mist; the difficulty lies in forming the mist into clouds that don't dissipate.
Furong's delicate lips parted in surprise. This man was like the ocean, concealing many unknown things that would take time to uncover.
Yue Qianchou chuckled to himself, hiding in the clouds. His earlier attempt to create a smokescreen had been completely unnecessary; it was the white clouds that had drifted by that reminded him. Clouds are formed from water, and since he could control water magic, he could easily conjure clouds and rain. Creating a cloud was not difficult for him. So he went ahead and created a whole bunch.
The clouds he created had one advantage: because they were formed under his own water magic, they couldn't be dispersed by the wind; they were entirely under his control. Yue Qianchou spread his arms wide in the clouds, finding a bit of the feeling of being an immortal.
Every tiny droplet of water that forms this cloud feels like a part of my own body; I am acutely aware of every movement within it. In this sea of clouds, I am the master; nothing can escape my sight. This feeling is truly wonderful.
"Master is right. Indeed, all things in heaven and earth, if used skillfully, are invincible." Yue Qianchou clicked his tongue in amazement. He knew that this unintentional act had given him another trick in his future battles. Whether it was to scout enemy positions or to escape, turning water into mist would be an excellent means of concealment.
"Haha..." Yue Qianchou's arrogant laughter echoed from within the clouds, "A bunch of trash, come on!"
Publicly insulting him! The eleven people's expressions changed drastically. After waiting for a while, the leader cursed him as a coward and then shouted to the crowd, "Let's work together to disperse this cloud and see where he can hide."
The eleven people immediately approached the edge of the clouds cautiously, probably still a little afraid that a thunderous rain of swords might suddenly burst out from within the clouds. Yue Qianchou closed his eyes, sensing the movement of this space.
After waiting for a while and finding nothing unusual, the eleven people unleashed various weapons, frantically stirring up the floating cloud. However, no matter how much they stirred it, or how many strands they pulled out, it would slowly drift back on its own; trying to disperse it was simply impossible.
Someone, enraged by the chaos, unleashed a flurry of flying swords into the cloud. Following this lead, everyone else launched their weapons in a reckless, indiscriminate attack. Yue Qianchou, arms crossed, a smile on his face, stood on his sword, too lazy to even open his eyes, leisurely dodging the attacks.
This is his world. In this world, no matter how fast your flying sword is, its origin and destination, and its route are clearly displayed in his mind. He only needs to move slightly in advance to dodge, and he can easily avoid it.
The eleven men attacked frantically for a long time, but heard no response from within. They dared not venture deeper into the clouds, none wanting to face the sight of a thousand swords unleashed simultaneously. The leader roared, "Yue Qianchou, if you have the guts, come out and fight me fair and square!"
"Are you out of your mind?! Eleven people ganging up on me and you dare call it a fair fight?" Yue Qianchou's sneer came from inside.
Hearing the sound, everyone pinpointed its location and unleashed their Law Artifact, striking towards the source of the noise. The Law Artifact collided, creating a deafening rumble that shook the floating clouds. After recalling their Law Artifact, Yue Qianchou sneered, "A bunch of cowardly rats."
The voice appeared in another location, and the eleven people attacked together again, only to miss once more. Yue Qianchou continued to mock them, and the eleven people took turns attacking, only to miss each time, while Yue Qianchou's voice would shift to another location and continue his ridicule.
After a while of commotion, someone suddenly shouted, "Everyone, release your Divine Sense and search the net to see where he can run to!"
The crowd cheered and immediately got to work. Inside, Yue Qianchou sneered inwardly, finally realizing what was happening. "I've been waiting for this!"
With a flick of his sleeves, hundreds of black phantoms disappeared into the sea of clouds.
As soon as the eleven people's Divine Sense entered the sea of clouds, they couldn't help but think how close they had come to disaster!
Every now and then, a black flying sword would hover inside. No wonder this thing was hiding there, refusing to come out. Just as everyone expected, it was trying to lure everyone in for a sneak attack. But what was strange was that when everyone unleashed their magical Law Artifact in a frenzy of attacks, why didn't they encounter any of these towering flying swords?
The group probed the black flying sword with their Divine Sense but found nothing unusual. They continued to extend their Divine Sense inward.
Yue Qianchou closed his eyes, sensing the movements of the eleven Divine Sense within the clouds. Once he had penetrated deep enough, he suddenly opened his eyes. The hundreds of flying swords he had released instantly unleashed the power of black fire, frantically churning towards the eleven Divine Sense.
He understood the immense power of the black fire; otherwise, it wouldn't have become the wondrous fire that separated the Yin-Yang Realms. Since acquiring it, he had always restrained its use, never abusing it. He knew that a trump card was meant to be used as a last resort, not constantly flaunted, otherwise it wouldn't produce its deadly effect. He never openly used it unless absolutely necessary, and even when he did, he used it only briefly before withdrawing.
"Ah..." In an instant, a heart-wrenching wail echoed through the air. The excruciating, soul-burning pain was unbearable for anyone. The sound was so tragic that even those below felt a chill run down their spines.
Those watching with their heads held high felt their hearts skip a beat at the screams. The clouds in the sky suddenly expanded, instantly engulfing the eleven men. A moment later, the screams vanished without a trace. The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, all knowing that the eleven men were likely dead.
What puzzled everyone was that those people were perfectly fine outside the cloud, so how did they suddenly twist and curl up into a ball, emitting such miserable and unbearable screams? What exactly happened?
Yue Qianchou stood silently in the clouds, eleven contorted corpses riddled with holes by flying swords, which then thrust the bodies before him. He slashed open the eleven Storage Bag hanging from their waists. With a flick of his wrist, hundreds of flying swords emerged from the corpses and vanished back into his sleeves.
Deprived of their support, the eleven corpses plummeted from the clouds with a whoosh. Yue Qianchou watched them fall, then clasped his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha! I truly did not wish for you to reveal my secret, so I killed you. Good, good!"
The crowd below watched as eleven figures plummeted to the ground, "Thud, thud..." embedding themselves in the soft earth. Fourteen corpses were now embedded in the ground; the group exchanged silent glances...
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