After Changing to the Ruthless Way, the Brothers Cried and Begged for Forgiveness-Chapter 439: Meeting Ancestor Sui Bian

The area was bustling with noise, and if Yu Zhao revealed herself now, she would undoubtedly attract unwanted attention.
Not only would she fail to accomplish her goal, but she might also invite calamity upon herself.
For a moment, she found herself in a dilemma.
Just as she hesitated, a sudden outcry erupted from the center of the crowd.
A streak of light flashed across the sky as a figure shot toward the horizon at incredible speed.
A sharp, whistling wind assaulted the ears of all present.
The gathered cultivators turned their attention to the ground, where a motionless body lay in a growing pool of blood. Their expressions shifted drastically.
“Not good! Run!”
Many among them were seasoned wanderers of the God-Abandoned Land and knew all too well what blood meant in this cursed place. Without a second thought, they turned and fled.
Others, less experienced, hesitated in confusion.
Yu Zhao gritted her teeth and launched herself forward, seamlessly blending into the fleeing masses.
Her sharp gaze locked onto a single figure racing ahead, and she gathered her spiritual energy with all her might.
However, she had only recently advanced to Divine Soul Transformation, and her control over her newfound strength was still unrefined. Worse, the gap between her and the target was significant.
Within half an incense stick’s time, she lost sight of her quarry—and attracted the interest of an ill-intentioned pursuer.
Without making it obvious, Yu Zhao glanced behind her at the gaunt man maintaining an unsettling distance. A cold glint flickered in her eyes.
The man was at late-stage Divine Soul Transformation, and he clearly assumed he could easily crush someone like her, who had only just stepped into the realm. He did not even bother to conceal his presence.
Yu Zhao retrieved a few spirit stones from her storage space and idly rolled them in her palm as her speed increased.
Finally, the gaunt man seemed to grow bored of the chase. In a blur, he surged forward, effortlessly cutting off her path.
“I’ve been watching you for a while now. You came from within the Grey Fog, didn’t you? That commotion—was it your doing?”
Yu Zhao had thought she had moved discreetly.
But anyone who dared to tread the God-Abandoned Land was perceptive beyond measure. Her actions had not escaped his notice.
The man’s eyes gleamed with malice as he considered how she had emerged unscathed from within the fog while he had waited in vain outside.
She did not answer.
Instead, she flicked her wrist, sending the spirit stones hurtling toward him.
He sneered, and with a thought, the stones crumbled into dust mid-air.
Just as he was about to mock her petty trick, countless invisible threads materialized in the space around him, binding his limbs in an instant.
His expression grew serious. “I underestimated you. But if you think a mere array can trap me, you’re too naive.”
A fearsome aura erupted from his body, distorting the air around him.
A suffocating killing intent blanketed the land, shattering the binding threads like brittle twigs.
Yu Zhao felt her hair stand on end, an icy chill crawling down her spine. The shadow of death loomed over her.
[The Dao of Slaughter.]
Her heart pounded in terror.
Of all possible foes, her first opponent in the God-Abandoned Land turned out to be one who had stepped upon the brutal path of proving the Dao through slaughter.
Against most adversaries, she might have had a chance to survive.
But against a cultivator of the Dao of Slaughter, there was only one outcome—
Either he died, or she perished.
Her hand slipped into her sleeve.
The spirit stones had merely been a test of her control over array formations.
Now that she had gauged her proficiency, the real battle would begin—with materials far more durable than mere stones.
The gaunt man, meanwhile, produced a five-inch black dagger from his sleeve, its surface exuding a sinister thirst for blood.
“Ha!”
With a bellow, he vanished.
A murderous force locked onto her, a presence so overwhelming it crushed all hope of escape.
She shifted back a step, flipping her wrist. The Fleeting Life Mirror, a treasure of dual hues, appeared before her.
She tapped a single finger against its surface.
At once, countless illusions of herself spread behind her, each radiating her exact presence.
The black dagger, which had disappeared into the void, suddenly reappeared above her, circling in the air with a piercing hum.
The gaunt man’s eyes flickered darkly as they swept across the myriad copies of her.
“Not bad. But—” His voice dropped, filled with deadly certainty. “—you will still die.”
The instant his words fell, he let loose an earth-shaking roar.
A shockwave of killing intent swept forward like a tidal wave.
The nearest illusions shattered instantly, unable to withstand the violent force. One after another, the others followed.
As her last few duplicates faded, a cruel smile stretched across his face.
Then, a black dagger emerged from his own back, its blade protruding from his chest.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
For a long moment, he could not comprehend what had happened.
Then, as the dagger twisted inside him, blood gushed forth in a crimson torrent.
He gasped in pain, his voice hoarse and broken.
His vitality drained rapidly. A bone-deep chill consumed him.
He was dying?
He refused to accept it.
Yet he knew what his dagger was capable of.
Its blade carried lethal poison and inflicted devastating harm upon the soul.
One cut was fatal.
No escape. No reprieve.
He had no time to question how Yu Zhao had turned his own weapon against him.
He had no time to beg for mercy.
With a final, cataclysmic force, his sea of consciousness shattered.
His bulging eyes went slack.
His body collapsed, his dark aura vanishing alongside his last breath.
Yu Zhao swiftly stripped him of his storage treasures, tucking them into her sleeve. She reached for the black dagger, intending to claim it as well—
Only for it to vanish before her eyes.
“This dagger isn’t bad. I’ll take it as compensation for you tailing me.”
A voice rang out from nearby.
A white-browed, white-bearded old man appeared, cradling the black dagger with great fondness.
Yu Zhao’s eyes lit up in recognition.
She immediately cupped her hands in salute, offering a deep bow.
“Ah, ah! What are you doing?” The old man hugged the dagger protectively and retreated a few steps, eyeing her warily as though she were a thief. “Even if you bow, I’m not giving it back!”
Yu Zhao let out a helpless laugh.
“Yu Zhao, the forty-eighth-generation disciple of the Five Elements Dao Sect, greets Ancestor Sui Bian.”
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