When Life Runs Out, the Fun Begins-Chapter 69 – A storage ring

"Haha... let's see how you plan to send me to hell." The man called Wu Laogou laughed heartily after hearing this, then cupped his hands toward the Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator beside him and said, "Old Poison, let's deal with this Foundation Establishment eighth-stage wretch together."
He then issued an order:
"Listen to my command! Junior brothers, the five of you are responsible for surrounding them, don't let a single one escape. The rest of you! Smash this flying boat to pieces for me! Kill everyone inside without mercy!"
"Yes!"
Several black-clad assassins and dozens of evil cultivators on the menacing warship all let out a thunderous roar simultaneously!
In an instant!
Five black-clad assassins formed a pentagon around the flying boat.
From the warship, a dense barrage of bone spears and arrows, flickering with ghostly blue flames, rained down like a storm, covering the sky as they poured towards the small flying boat!
Yun Wange also issued her command: "I'll handle Wu Zifeng. Vice Sect Master Ren, you take care of that Old Poison. Xiaochuan, you take the other three and deal with that warship."
With that, Yun Wange was the first to fly out of the boat, charging towards Wu Zifeng.
Ren Tianlong also let out a loud roar, rushing towards the Old Poison beside Wu Zifeng.
Mu Xiaochuan piloted the flying boat, braving the storm of bone spears and arrows, and charged towards the menacing warship.
The battle erupted instantly.
Under the world-destroying attack, the protective shield of the flying boat twisted and flickered violently, emitting a strained "crack" sound!
Inside the cabin, Ye Lingxuan, Leng Yunjian, and Wei Zhangang followed behind Mu Xiaochuan without a trace of tension.
"Boom"
Mu Xiaochuan piloted the flying boat into the warship's protective shield, sending two Qi Refining disciples on the ship flying and plummeting down.
Mu Xiaochuan put away the flying boat, drew the Primal Spirit Staff, and led Ye Lingxuan and the others into the ship.
On the ship, there was only one Foundation Establishment fourth-stage cultivator, the rest were Qi Refining disciples. Mu Xiaochuan, who could sweep through Foundation Establishment seventh and eighth-stage cultivators at the fourth stage, now wielded the higher-tier Primal Spirit Staff, and was like a wolf among sheep. The Foundation Establishment cultivator saw Mu Xiaochuan's staff coming and swung a knife to block it, but the knife was like paper, breaking into two upon contact. The staff's residual force did not diminish, and the cultivator rolled his eyes and collapsed after being hit. Mu Xiaochuan went up and gave him another kick, ensuring his death. The remaining disciples were pitiful, as Mu Xiaochuan's staff swept through them, leaving no time to escape, injuring those it touched and killing those it hit.
Screams, explosions, and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the ship!
Wu Zifeng listened, both anxious and angry, but helpless. He had originally calculated that Yunqi Peak only had Yun Wange at the Foundation Establishment eighth stage, so he specially called for a Foundation Establishment ninth-stage helper, thinking victory was assured. Little did he know Yun Wange had somehow broken through, and he was no match. If not for the remaining three junior brothers helping, he would have already lost. To make matters worse, the Vice Sect Master of Qingling Sect was inexplicably on Yunqi Peak's flying boat, and now a killing god had stormed his ship, slaughtering left and right.
Mu Xiaochuan, after a spree of slaughter, felt unsatisfied. Seeing only five or six small fry left, he left them for Ye Lingxuan and the others to practice on, and flew out to check the situation outside.
Yun Wange was handling three opponents with ease, firmly holding the upper hand. Wu Zifeng, with his Foundation Establishment eighth-stage strength, was slightly inferior at this moment. Accompanied by two equally inadequate junior brothers, he could only struggle to hold on, his eyes full of hope that the Old Poison could quickly finish his fight and come to help.
The Old Poison was even more miserable. Although he was at the Foundation Establishment ninth stage, with three Foundation Establishment third and fourth-stage cultivators helping, Ren Tianlong, the sect's Vice Sect Master and an old hand at the ninth stage, had unfathomable strength and extremely agile movements. The Old Poison was struggling to hold on, cursing Wu Zifeng's ancestors in his heart.
Mu Xiaochuan watched, scratching his head. Although he had just gone on a killing spree, he hadn't had a chance to use the Heaven-Breaking Staff Codex, fearing he might miss the opportunity.
Wu Zifeng at the Foundation Establishment eighth stage wasn't worth looking at, but the Old Poison might barely be a challenge. He couldn't help but shout, "Vice Sect Master, leave this to me, you stand by and intercept anyone who tries to escape."
"Then I'll leave it to you, Brother Mu," Ren Tianlong laughed heartily and leaped out of the battle circle.
Mu Xiaochuan could no longer hold back, raising his staff and charging forward.
Ren Tianlong's exit from the battle circle gave the Old Poison a sigh of relief. Seeing a man at the Foundation Establishment seventh stage flying towards him, he steeled himself, determined to vent his anger on this guy.
Mu Xiaochuan had no time to care about the opponent's thoughts. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Heaven-Breaking Staff Codex—Open Heaven!"
Though it was just an entry-level move, combined with the Earth-tier staff's power and Mu Xiaochuan's Foundation Establishment seventh-stage spiritual power, this strike still contained a terrifying force as if to split the heavens and earth!
The Old Poison felt the deadly threat from behind, scared out of his wits. This guy was much fiercer than Ren Tianlong. He dared not block it head-on and hurriedly used his agility to dodge!
He managed to dodge, but the unfortunate Foundation Establishment third-stage cultivator behind him could only watch as the dark golden staff, like the scythe of death, smashed down on his head!
"No—"
The desperate scream was abruptly cut off!
"Bang!"
A dull cracking sound echoed!
The Foundation Establishment third-stage cultivator's head exploded like a watermelon, red and white matter splattering everywhere!
The headless body twitched twice, then completely lost its vitality, slowly falling to the ground!
Mu Xiaochuan, in high spirits, shouted again, "Heaven-Breaking Staff Codex—Earth Splitter!"
Another strike aimed at the Old Poison, who was scared out of his wits, desperately using his agility to escape.
Seeing no way to dodge, he pulled a nearby Foundation Establishment fourth-stage cultivator to block Mu Xiaochuan's staff.
Unsurprisingly, another cultivator's body shattered and fell below.
Mu Xiaochuan continued shouting, and the Old Poison, long devoid of fighting spirit, had no courage to flee, crawling to Ren Tianlong and begging for mercy.
Ren Tianlong took out the Soul-Calming Thread, pierced the Old Poison's shoulder blade, sealed his cultivation, and tossed him to Wei Zhangang on the ship, who swiftly tied him up with a rope.
Wu Zifeng knew the situation was lost, and Yun Wange wouldn't spare his life. After exchanging a palm strike with Yun Wange, he jumped out of the battle circle, intending to escape on his sword.
He knew there was no escaping Ren Tianlong, so he charged at Mu Xiaochuan, disregarding the power of Mu Xiaochuan's staff, and pushed a palm towards him with all his might. If Mu Xiaochuan didn't defend, he would surely be injured or even killed, allowing Wu Zifeng to escape.
Who would have thought Mu Xiaochuan, holding a blood-dripping long staff, stood proudly, unafraid of the full-force strike from a Foundation Establishment eighth-stage cultivator, and smashed his staff towards Wu Zifeng.
"Boom"
The full-force strike of a Foundation Establishment eighth-stage cultivator only made Mu Xiaochuan's body sway slightly under the faintly glowing Black Tortoise Ink Scale Armor.
"Bang"
Mu Xiaochuan's staff exploded another watermelon, red and white matter splattering all over him.
Silence!
The battlefield, inside and out, fell into a deathly silence once again!
All the surviving evil cultivators from the Ghost Hall looked as if they had seen a ghost, staring at the young figure standing proudly with a blood-dripping long staff, scared out of their wits!
Their... their Hall Master... a Foundation Establishment eighth-stage powerhouse... was just... smashed in the head with a staff?!
Yun Wange, Ren Tianlong, and the others were equally petrified on the spot!
Mu Xiaochuan... was actually... terrifying to this extent!
Though he borrowed the power of an Earth-tier spiritual artifact, the decisiveness and ruthlessness! The terrifying power of that final strike! It still shook their hearts and minds, leaving them in disbelief!
What kind of monster is this Mu Xiaochuan?
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully slaying a formidable enemy, intimidating the entire scene, and achieving an indescribable thrill! You have gained 40 Thrill Points!"
The system's notification sounded like a victory anthem, playing in Mu Xiaochuan's mind!
The remaining evil cultivators from the Ghost Hall, already scared out of their wits, sealed their cultivation and knelt trembling on the warship, begging for mercy.
A stick of incense later.
Leng Yunjian piloted the warship slowly down to the ground.
In the once-empty sea of clouds, severed limbs and fragments of flesh floated everywhere!
The Ghost Hall had dispatched dozens of disciples, six Foundation Establishment stage assassins, a Foundation Establishment eighth-stage Hall Master, and even hired a Foundation Establishment ninth-stage helper with an elite warship.
All were annihilated! Not a single one survived!
Mu Xiaochuan glanced back and noticed that the Old Poison was wearing a storage ring on his hand.