Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 672: People die for money
Chapter 672: People die for money
Chapter 672: People die for money
Greed, once awakened.
Can overwhelm all fear.
"Now's the time!" From the western side of the basin, a late-stage Divine Transformation body cultivator with a burly build and a face full of fierce flesh could no longer restrain himself.
Confident in his powerful physical body and far superior defense compared to the white-clothed woman earlier, seeing the third Celestial Jade Marrow within reach while the two Void Shattering big shots seemed distracted and furious over their earlier failure, he roared internally: "I'll risk it! Endure one wave of attacks, grab it and run!"
He wasn't the only one wanting to snatch it.
As long as he took advantage of the chaos...
"Charge! Grab the treasure!" He deliberately roared wildly, his muscles bulging and knotted, his skin instantly taking on a bronze metallic sheen. His entire body shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, carrying an unstoppable momentum as he pounced toward the third Celestial Jade Marrow.
This roar was like lighting a fuse.
"Go! Don't let that brute get there first!"
"Hurry! While the big shots haven't reacted yet!"
"Fortune favors the bold! Let's risk it!"
In an instant, at least seven or eight figures burst forth from different directions and corners.
Some rode flying swords, some skimmed low along the ground, some threw rope-like treasures trying to grab it from a distance.
There was even a sneaky old man who, while charging forward, frantically slapped various colored defensive talismans all over his body.
Multi-colored light shields wrapped him up like a glowing rice dumpling.
The scene instantly descended into chaos.
"Hmph! You court death!" Chen Niu's face darkened as he raised his head and roared.
That terrifying roar sounded neither like an ox nor like a flood dragon, instantly drowning out all the noise. Already at the peak of his rage, seeing these ants dare to imitate that mysterious female cultivator made his fury erupt.
Although he currently had no hair, that didn't stop his hat from flying up!
Chen Niu couldn't even be bothered to lift a hand, simply stomping his foot violently!
BOOM——!
A shockwave mixing demonic killing intent and savage Buddhist power erupted from him, sweeping forward in a fan-shaped area with violent force!
Space groaned under unbearable pressure, the ground cracking and churning inch by inch.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The three Ascenders at the front, including the old man covered in talismans, didn't even have time to scream before their bodies exploded mid-air like watermelons struck by an invisible giant hammer.
Blood mist mixed with shattered talisman light points and exploded protective treasure fragments sprayed everywhere.
The old man's multi-colored light shields didn't even last zero point one second, bursting like soap bubbles.
The body cultivator who charged fastest with the strongest physical body bore the brunt.
His prideful super defense shattered like fragile porcelain the moment it touched the shockwave, followed by his entire body being violently shaken into a bloody rain mixed with shattered bones and pulped flesh under everyone's horrified gazes.
Almost simultaneously with Chen Niu's attack, a trace of icy killing intent flashed in Hua Jin the True One's eyes.
Being toyed with by one mysterious female cultivator was annoying enough, now these small fries dared to stroke the tiger's whiskers?
"Annoying noise." Her red lips parted slightly, her voice not loud but clearly reaching across the entire area.
Her folding fan waved seemingly casually toward several cultivators charging from another direction.
No earth-shaking momentum.
In silent tranquility, only several hair-thin, nearly transparent emerald sword energies shot out soundlessly.
So fast that the surrounding Ascenders had no chance to react.
Those cultivators were still charging headlong, trying to bypass the death zone created by Chen Niu the Monk.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Soft sounds—like leather being pierced—rang out.
A sword-riding cultivator at the front suddenly had his head separate from his neck without warning.
His head flew into the air, his face still carrying fervor and greed.
Beside this cultivator, another holding flying claw treasures suddenly stiffened, his chest and abdomen instantly developing several transparent holes, blood mixed with organ fragments spraying out wildly.
Another cultivator attempting to approach underground using earth escape technique had just emerged halfway when a sword energy precisely pierced through his brow. His corpse slumped softly back into the earth, leaving only a shallow pit.
Only one or two breaths had passed.
Seven or eight Ascenders blinded by greed, attempting to imitate Li Qingran.
Whether early-stage or late-stage Divine Transformation, whether body cultivators or spell cultivators, before two enraged Void Shattering peak experts, they were as fragile as paper. No intense confrontations, no dazzling spell exchanges, only one-sided, crushing slaughter!
Blood mist filled the air, severed limbs and broken body parts scattered everywhere.
The strong smell of blood instantly overwhelmed the treasure's subtle fragrance emitted by the Celestial Jade Marrow.
Deathly silence fell around the basin.
This time the silence wasn't from shock at seeing the Celestial Jade Marrow being stolen, but rather fear of death.
The sect Ascenders who were just burning with passion and restless excitement now felt like they'd been doused with icy water from head to toe, chilled to the bone.
Those who were about to charge out but hadn't yet, forcibly slammed on the brakes, their faces pale as paper, legs shaking like sieves. Some couldn't help bending over to dry heave, the thick scent of blood in the air making their stomachs churn.
"My... my goodness..." A young cultivator's teeth chattered, the front of his pants quickly becoming wet.
"That... that young woman earlier... who... who exactly is she?"
An old cultivator nearby muttered to himself, his voice trembling, "This... this wasn't luck at all!"
"Madness... all madness... is that something we can snatch?" Someone sat down dejectedly, eyes vacant.
"Thank goodness... thank goodness I didn't charge out..." More people felt retrospective fear, cold sweat pouring down their bodies as they looked at Chen Niu the Monk standing like a demon god at the basin's center and Hua Jin the True One with her pure yet ruthless demeanor, their eyes filled only with boundless reverence and terror.
Chen Huaian completely ignored the current situation.
This blood and pulped flesh didn't even affect him continuing to crack melon seeds.
Humans die for wealth as birds die for food—these Ascenders brought this upon themselves.
Besides, it would be best if all Ascenders died; he hoped all Awakened would cultivate the Heavenly Demon Art.
After all, the more Ascenders, the more enemies there would be later.
Chen Niu the Monk scanned the surroundings, fierce light shining in his eyes, "Who else! Who else wants to try?!"
His voice rolled like thunder, shaking loose rubble from the cliff walls.
No one dared respond.
All Ascenders instinctively shrunk their necks, desperately reducing their presence, wishing they could squeeze into rock crevices.
The third premium Celestial Jade Marrow still floated in mid-air, emitting its alluring purple-gold halo.
But now no one dared glance at it again, as if it were a death warrant leading straight to hell.
Hua Jin the True One and Chen Niu both stared fixedly at that Celestial Jade Marrow.
This was the last of the first wave of Celestial Jade Marrow to appear.
The two that were just stolen couldn't be recovered for now.
This last one absolutely must be secured no matter what.
...
Chen Huaian sensed the tense standoff between Hua Jin the True One and the demon immortal avatar, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Old Zhang, get ready to work."
He secretly transmitted to Zhang Yibai, not worried about Hua Jin the True One hearing.
"Use the grand formation to suppress that old monk, otherwise we might not be his match!"
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Chapter 672: People die for money
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