Chapter 125: Two Sentences
The Dongfang Clan had been allocated five quotas. Currently, all five of their experts at the Marquis Realm were present. Led by the crimson-robed Dongfang Tianlang, their aura was savage and chilling.
"Jun Wushuang!"
At the mention of this name, a scarlet glint of murderous intent ignited in Dongfang Tianlang’s eyes. He loathed this name to the bone, for his most beloved son, Dongfang Li, had perished at Jun Wushuang’s hands. Beyond competing for the treasures of the tomb, his primary goal for this expedition was to personally slay Jun Wushuang and avenge his son. To think he would encounter him here—Heaven truly had eyes!
"I thought you were hiding and dared not enter, yet here you are, having infiltrated the Black Demon Sect!" Dongfang Tianlang’s gaze locked onto Jun Wushuang instantly. Despite the concealment of a black robe, he remained certain, trusting that Dongfang Ming would not deceive him.
"Master!" Night Owl exclaimed, quickly moving toward Jun Wushuang. Dongfang Tianlang was a formidable seventh-level Marquis Realm expert, and the four behind him were also of the same rank. The enemy was simply too powerful!
*Swish!*
Undeterred, Jun Wushuang grabbed Dongfang Ming by the throat, holding his Asura Demonic Blade to his neck.
"You dare threaten me?" Seeing Jun Wushuang holding Dongfang Ming hostage, the scarlet hue in Dongfang Tianlang’s eyes intensified, as if blood were about to drip from them.
"Take one more step, and I will kill him!" Jun Wushuang stated coldly. He felt no fear; he was merely stating a fact. Dongfang Ming, already severely wounded and poisoned, was unable to struggle; his life hung by a thread.
"Tianlang, don't be impulsive!" Dongfang Ming cried out, terrified that Dongfang Tianlang would act recklessly. He wanted Jun Wushuang dead, but he had no desire to die himself. He was not a man willing to sacrifice his own life—had he been, he would not have slaughtered his own companions earlier to monopolize the spoils.
"Boy, I advise you to release him obediently and kneel to beg for mercy. Perhaps then I shall show mercy and grant you a swift death," Dongfang Tianlang sneered, his eyes glowing with a malevolent red light. "Otherwise, I will consume your flesh, drink your blood, and grind your bones to dust, ensuring you suffer through every agony before you finally expire. Don't play games with me, or I will show you the true meaning of cruelty!"
*Swish!*
An invisible surge of spiritual energy radiated from him—silent and stealthy, like an assassin’s strike—bearing down on Jun Wushuang.
"Devouring Heaven Demonic Art!" Jun Wushuang’s Purple Extreme Demonic Eyes had been active the entire time. He easily detected the subtle maneuver and immediately invoked the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art, swallowing and refining the incoming spiritual energy.
*Splat!*
At the same moment, Jun Wushuang’s hand moved with his blade, severing Dongfang Ming’s left hand.
"Aaaah! My hand!" Dongfang Ming shrieked in agony, then pleaded, "Tianlang, don't be rash! I don't want to die!" He could endure the pain, but if he died, everything was over. He had only just obtained a million spirit stones and numerous blood crystals after a grueling battle; if he survived, he could use these resources to ascend to the Heavenly King Realm. His future was limitless—he refused to die!
"Jun Wushuang, do you think you can escape? You killed my son; even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will hunt you down," Dongfang Tianlang hissed, his murderous intent unmasked. "Release Dongfang Ming, and I might leave your corpse intact! Otherwise, your end will be hideous!"
"And if I don't?" Jun Wushuang smiled, though the expression was grim and bone-chilling.
Dongfang Tianlang’s gaze grew even colder. "Jun Wushuang, I know you have some ability. I know Mo Xingyun nearly razed the Nangong Clan for your sake, but that does not mean you can provoke the Dongfang Clan! You are a bumpkin from some backwater—what right do you have to challenge us? I can crush you like a bug with a single finger!"
His patience wearing thin, Dongfang Tianlang’s aura turned increasingly violent. Jun Wushuang remained cold and indifferent, pressing the Asura Demonic Blade against Dongfang Ming’s neck. The sharp edge sliced a hair-thin line, and fresh crimson blood began to flow, staining his garments.
"Jun Wushuang, if you let me go, I will spare your life today, or else you shall suffer eternal damnation!" Dongfang Ming gasped, his heart racing, terrified that a tremor in Jun Wushuang’s hand would end him.
*Slap!*
Before the words had even faded, Jun Wushuang struck Dongfang Ming across the face. "Did I give you permission to speak?" The blow was swift and brutal, knocking out two of Dongfang Ming’s teeth.
Jun Wushuang looked at Dongfang Tianlang. "Two things. First, Dongfang Ming is a dead man, and so are you all. Second, the Dongfang Clan acts as an accomplice to evil, and I shall personally wipe it from existence!"
Dongfang Tianlang paused, then let out a low, piercing laugh. "We are dead men? You will wipe out the Dongfang Clan? What a hilarious joke!"
*Whoosh!*
The laughter stopped abruptly. Dongfang Tianlang lunged forward, fast as lightning, like a wolf hunting its prey, surging with madness and bloodlust.
"Tianlang, have you lost your mind?" Dongfang Ming was the most shocked of all, never imagining that Dongfang Tianlang would disregard his safety and attack so aggressively.
"Earth-rank Low-grade Martial Technique: Wolf King’s Rending Claw!"
Dongfang Tianlang’s aura exploded, drawing upon the spiritual energy of the world. He unleashed a massive, three-hundred-meter-wide wolf claw, descending like a ferocious beast intended to tear its prey to shreds.
Jun Wushuang frowned slightly and tossed Dongfang Ming forward, hoping to force Dongfang Tianlang to hesitate. But the red glint in Dongfang Tianlang’s eyes only grew deeper; without a hint of hesitation, he struck out with savage intent, targeting Dongfang Ming.
*Rip!*
The giant claw descended, tearing Dongfang Ming in two. His corpse collapsed to the ground, eyes wide with shock and disbelief, still fixed on Dongfang Tianlang. He had been his cousin, yet Dongfang Tianlang had sacrificed him without a second thought. He died unable to close his eyes in peace.
"Now that the hostage is gone, let’s see how you stop me!" Dongfang Tianlang grinned, his white teeth bared like a wolf’s fangs.
Savage. Violent. Ruthless. That was Dongfang Tianlang. He would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, even if it meant killing his own kin.
In that moment, stripped of his human shield, Jun Wushuang stood face-to-face with Dongfang Tianlang and the remaining four Marquis Realm experts of the Dongfang Clan. A life-or-death crisis had descended.