But fear only drove more people into a frenzy. They surged forward one after another, trying to overwhelm this god of slaughter with sheer numbers.
Du Yang moved like a ghost, weaving through the crowd at a speed beyond the limits of human sight.
Each time he appeared, a flower of blood bloomed.
Each time he waved his hand, an entire area was cleared.
A finger jabbed, shattering a brow,
a palm struck, caving in a chest,
a fist swung, blowing apart a head.
Even the white qi circling his body needed only the slightest tremor to send anyone who came close flying as if struck by a heavy blow, their bones and sinews shattered.
He used no intricate or elaborate techniques, only the simplest, most direct movements.
But bolstered by Triple Inverse Life's absolute power, which was almost like "turning Primordial Qi to one's own use," even the simplest movements could sweep everything away!
They truly swept everything away!
The bizarre methods and formidable cultivation that Quanxing's members had always prided themselves on seemed laughable and utterly useless before this overwhelming disparity in strength.
They fell in swathes like stalks of wheat. Blood stained the stream and soaked into the earth. Broken bodies piled up like mountains, and the thick stench of blood rose into the sky.
Every so often, a few masters among the elders would summon their most powerful secret techniques with all their might. Their violent qi could split mountains and shatter stone, yet when it struck the white light around Du Yang, it failed to stir even the slightest ripple. Instead, the force rebounded, making them cough up blood and leaving their sinews torn and bones broken.
From beginning to end, Du Yang's expression remained as calm as still water, his gaze as clear as ever.
The white robe on his body remained spotless and pristine.
With his strength alone, he crushed more than a hundred Quanxing members. Every attacker was either dead or wounded.
He descended like a god, sweeping through the demons all by himself.
When the last Quanxing member bold enough to charge forward had his throat pierced by a finger strike from afar, the valley fell silent save for the sound of the stream.
The Quanxing members still alive, who had cowered far behind and dared not approach, were already scared out of their wits. They collapsed on the ground, too weak even to flee, staring in horror at Du Yang as the white light around him slowly drew back, as if he were a demon god.
It wasn't just Wu Gensheng—even the other Quanxing members drew in sharp breaths.
They had not only failed to get revenge; they had lost another huge number of their brothers.
After all that, none of the remaining Quanxing members dared to step forward.
Over on Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhang Zhiwei watched Du Yang, who looked like an immortal descended from heaven, and the corners of his mouth finally lifted.
Du Yang cast a cold glance at the group. He showed no mercy to those who had wanted him dead, killing them without hesitation.
They made up more than half of the Quanxing members who had come.
This time, he had beaten Quanxing so badly that they were left terrified.
Quanxing had suffered a crippling blow this time. It would probably take them a long time to recover.
This was what those troublemakers and bloodthirsty killers deserved.
And so the Quanxing members could only watch helplessly as Du Yang walked away at an unhurried pace, not daring to utter a single word. They could not have felt more humiliated.
From that point on, Du Yang unleashed Triple Inverse Life to its fullest. He transformed into a streak of white light, flashing through the daylight and tearing through the clouds as he soared into the sky, as if riding the wind.
With Triple Inverse Life pushed to its limit, it was as though he had entered the boundless void. The terrifying air currents crackled around him.
He crossed several hundred li in an astonishingly short time.
Du Yang descended at Dawang Mountain, arriving right at the entrance to the cave where Li Muxuan was hiding, at Gao Huzi Stronghold.
He went inside and soon saw Li Muxuan trembling in fear.
Du Yang asked coldly,
"Li Muxuan, do you know what you did wrong?"
Li Muxuan stared at Du Yang in astonishment. "Who are you? How did you know I was hiding here?"
Du Yang seemed not to hear him and continued speaking to himself:
"Back then, you, Li Muxuan, wanted to join the Sanyi Sect. My master simply hadn't settled on accepting you. The bond between master and disciple has to be willingly formed by both sides. Who could you blame?"
"You didn't become my master's disciple either. You spitefully became Ghost Hand Wang's disciple instead. How many evil things did you do afterward in the martial world? And then, in the end, you humiliated Ruantao and drove her to take her own life. Can you really pin all the blame on my master?"
In Du Yang's eyes,
Li Muxuan... the Li Muxuan of today was already as good as dead.
No, he was worse than dead.
At least the dead were already gone, while he was a living man who wanted to die but didn't dare.
Du Yang said coldly:
"At the end of the day, the Sanyi Sect owes you nothing, and neither does my master. You were the one who brought Wu Gensheng with you to attack the mountain."
"My master died because of you, and the blood feud between the Sanyi Sect and Quanxing began because of you. It's like setting a house on fire: it would eventually collapse even if you didn't burn it, but you insisted on setting the fire yourself."
"In the eyes of my fellow Quanxing members, you were the one who brought Quanxing's leader to the Sanyi Sect. The sect leader died, the goal generations of Sanyi disciples had pursued was shattered, and the Sanyi Sect nearly fell because of you."
Du Yang's heartfelt words suddenly made Li Muxuan, the wicked boy, see the light. He clutched his head and burst into tears, consumed by regret over everything he had done.
Suddenly, the white qi around Du Yang, which had already drawn back, began to flow again.
This time, the light it gave off was gentler and more ethereal, as if it were resonating with the world around him.
Du Yang slowly closed his eyes. Perhaps the cheat that had brought him through time had been activated at the same time.
He saw many versions of Du Yang who had traveled to different worlds. One of them had actually become an immortal.
That immortal Du Yang used Triple Inverse Life as a bridge. He crossed the countless barriers between worlds and overlaid a wisp of his aura onto Du Yang.
Du Yang's body became translucent once more as he quietly circulated Triple Inverse Life.
The first level, the second... until he reached the unfathomable third level.
Li Muxuan suddenly opened his eyes. The young man's figure began to blur, his edges no longer distinct, as if he were about to merge with the utterly pure white qi.
His features remained clear, yet they were veiled by a sacred, otherworldly radiance, as if he were about to ascend to immortality. It was a manifestation of the Dao.
For one brief moment, Du Yang felt as though he had broken free of some shackle, transcended the mortal realm, and become one with the great Dao of heaven and earth.
Sacred, ethereal, transcendent, inhuman.
It was the wisp of aura overlaid on him by the immortal Du Yang.
Li Muxuan's pupils shrank violently, and his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Triple Inverse Life... it really can make someone an immortal."
"So that's how it is. I truly wronged Immortal Daying."
He no longer hesitated. Step by step, he walked toward the white light radiating from Du Yang.
Du Yang watched him in silence. He neither stopped him nor invited him.
Li Muxuan stepped into the white qi.
Starting at his fingertips, his skin, muscles, and bones... turned to particles bit by bit, scattering like fireflies until nothing remained.
He felt no pain. Instead, his face wore an expression of release, and he never stopped walking.
In the end, his entire body vanished into the white qi, leaving not a single trace.
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