Chapter 604 Killing Three Protagonists

Chapter 604 Killing Three Protagonists

A blood-curdling scream tore through the ravaged emptiness of space. The Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Wolf, fueled by the unyielding darkness of the Eternal Night, lunged at the defenseless Lin Fei. With a snap of its monstrous jaws, it clamped down on his body, the dark energy emanating from its form engulfing him completely.

Lin Fei's screams abruptly cut short, replaced by an unsettling silence. The celestial light that had briefly surrounded him flickered and died, leaving behind only the chilling aura of the Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Wolf.

Chu Yang and Chen Feng, their faces pale with horror, watched in disbelief as their friend was consumed by the darkness. A wave of grief and despair threatened to drown them, but their survival instincts kicked in. They knew they couldn't mourn for long; they still had a fight on their hands.

Wang Jian, however, basked in the aftermath of his victory. A wave of destiny energy washed over him, invigorating his body and spirit. The death of Lin Fei, fueled by the forbidden power of the Sacred Ancient Body, had significantly increased his own cultivation base. A cruel smile stretched across his face.

The Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Wolf, having fulfilled its purpose, dissipated into a swirling vortex of darkness and rejoined Wang Jian's aura.

"Now," Wang Jian said, his voice dripping with malice, "it's your turn, you two pathetic insects."

Wang Jian unleashed a barrage of devastating attacks. With a flick of his wrist, a swarm of inky black crows materialized around him, their eyes glowing with malevolent red light. This was his "Crows of Oblivion" technique, each crow capable of inflicting debilitating wounds with a single peck.

Simultaneously, he unleashed a dark mist that swirled around his hand, condensing into a wicked scythe – the "Harvester of Souls." This spectral weapon, imbued with the power of the Eternal Night, could sever the soul from its mortal coil with a single touch.

Chu Yang and Chen Feng, their faces pale with exhaustion and despair, attempted to activate their teleportation talismans. But to their horror, the talismans remained inert. Wang Jian, it seemed, held dominion over the spatial element as well, effectively trapping them.

But just as all hope seemed lost, a beacon of light erupted in the distance. A colossal figure, wreathed in golden light, materialized behind Chu Yang and Chen Feng. It was Sect Leader Ba, his face etched with fury and righteous anger.

"Wang Jian!" he roared, his voice a thunderclap shattering the oppressive silence. "You dare attack disciples of the Star Cloud Sect within my domain?!"

Flanking Sect Leader Ba were a dozen elders of the Star Cloud Sect, their auras radiating a combined power that could shake the very heavens. Against a cultivator still in the realm below Divine Ascension like Wang Jian, they were a formidable force.

Relief washed over Chu Yang and Chen Feng. Their reinforcements had arrived. Just a few moments more, and they would be free from the clutches of this monstrous being.

A few well-placed blows later, Sect Leader Ba was disarmed and subdued. The formidable leader of the Star Cloud Sect, a man who commanded respect and fear throughout the region, found himself helpless on his knees, his face a mask of despair.

With Sect Leader Ba neutralized, Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan turned her captivating gaze towards Ba Rong'er, who had arrived alongside a contingent of Star Cloud Sect elders. The sight of her father, defeated and humiliated, sent a jolt of fear through Ba Rong'er.

"Release him!" she pleaded, her voice trembling. "We of the Star Cloud Sect will submit to your authority. We'll follow any instructions you deem fit."

Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Appeals to me are futile," she said, her voice laced with honeyed venom. "It's my Master you must address."

Ba Rong'er's eyes widened in shock. This seemingly unassuming, handsome man was the one pulling the strings? Panic clawed at her throat. Bowing deeply, she directed her pleas towards Wang Jian.

"Master Wang," she stammered, struggling to maintain her composure. "Please accept my deepest apologies. My father, blinded by his arrogance, dared to attack you. I beg you, show him mercy. In return, the Star Cloud Sect will become your loyal vassal. We'll follow your every command!"

Wang Jian stroked his chin thoughtfully, his gaze never leaving Ba Rong'er's pleading face. "Release?" he mused, his voice devoid of emotion. "Showing mercy is not something I do lightly, especially not to those who act with such aggression."

He paused, drawing out the suspense. Ba Rong'er's heart hammered in her chest. The fate of her sect, her father, hung precariously on his next words.

"However," he continued, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes, "I am a reasonable man. Perhaps you can demonstrate your sincerity."

Ba Rong'er's eyes flickered with apprehension. "What... what do you want?" she stammered.

A slow, predatory smile spread across Wang Jian's face. "I've heard tales of a celestial beauty that graces the halls of the Star Cloud Sect. Perhaps," his gaze lingered suggestively on Ba Rong'er, "an audience with this beauty would be a sufficient display of your... sincerity."

Ba Rong'er's face flushed, a mixture of anger and desperation warring within her.Yet, for the sake of her father and her sect, she swallowed her pride.

"Of course, esteemed Master," she stammered, forcing a smile. "The Star Cloud Sect would be honored to host you as a guest. We will ensure your visit is filled with entertainment and hospitality befitting your esteemed status."

A triumphant glint entered Wang Jian's eyes. He had achieved a bloodless victory, garnering not only spoils and captives but also an opportunity for personal entertainment. With a wave of his hand, he signaled his men.

"Then let us commence this visit," he declared, his voice dripping with sinister relish.The entire contingent of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, Wang Jian at the helm, followed Ba Rong'er towards the Star Cloud Sect, a storm cloud of darkness and sensuality descending upon the once-proud sect.UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m