Chapter 190: Fierce Battle!!

At this moment, Wei Nantian's appearance truly embodied the inner world.

The foul, bloody stench radiating from him barely had to spread before several bystanders fainted on the spot. His billowing murderous aura was so intense it stripped the plaster straight off the walls, sending dust and debris swirling into the air.

Standing opposite him, Lin Changgui’s face sank at the sight, and he unleashed his own methods.

The skullcap on his head instantly transformed into a tattered straw hat. His red robe shifted into a woven grass rain cape, and a bizarre hoe materialized in his hands.

The head of the hoe was a flattened human skull, while the handle was a grotesquely twisted human body. It looked as if a person had been forcibly bent at a ninety-degree angle to hammer viciously into the earth.

In an instant, the massive watermelons surrounding them—each several meters across—burst open one after another. A terrifying series of explosions swept the entire clearing.

"Advisor! Go, now! Find the treasure!"

Wei Nantian reached out, grabbed the puppet, and stuffed it into his own wound. He placed the lottery ticket into its hand before his flesh sealed shut over it.

He then shouted at Yan Jing, "Leave taking office to me!"

Even at this critical juncture, what Wei Nantian cared about most was that "treasure."

As if to validate his obsession, the moment his voice faded, the Pocket Watch in Yan Jing's hand struck twelve o'clock exactly.

"Boom!"

Two pillars of pitch-black light abruptly erupted from the north and the south, piercing the heavens.

It felt as though the earth itself had cracked open. Boulders were hurled into the air, and houses shattered, their debris sent flying amid the dust.

With the emergence of those two pillars of light, it felt as if all of Bianliu County were trembling.

Why are there two?

Wei Nantian froze.

There really is a treasure?

Lin Changgui was also stunned.

The one to the north is...

Even Yan Jing was taken aback.

Meanwhile, standing right beside the northern pillar of light, Bi Jie was similarly dumbfounded:

There's another one to the south?

"Motherfucker, there really is a treasure buried under Bianliu County?!"

Bi Jie was thoroughly bewildered.

Things seemed to have suddenly become very complicated...

Inside the East Street tavern.

Bai Qiu had been leisurely sipping tea, sitting back to watch Lin Changgui and Wei Nantian battle it out. He had planned to wait until both sides were heavily injured before pulling out the final ballot to drive up the price. But upon seeing those two pillars of light, he was shocked. The teacup slipped from his grasp.

"How can there actually be a treasure..." he muttered.

When he clearly made out the location of the northern pillar, his expression shifted drastically. He immediately pulled a few bank notes from his pocket and slapped them onto the floor.

As the notes vanished, a bizarre, thick black fog spread out to envelop his body. He transformed into a gust of black wind and sped toward the northern pillar of light.

Back at the gates of Feinan Temple.

"Advisor! Go get the treasure!"

Wei Nantian roared. He had no idea which pillar of light hid the treasure, or if both of them did.

Under the current circumstances, he could only put his faith in Yan Jing.

A massive saber, several meters long, materialized in his hands, and he hacked at the surrounding vines.

The exploding watermelons hadn't just unleashed raw destructive power. Their blood-red pulp flowed across the ground, instantly corroding the bluestone slabs and carving deep trenches into the stone.

The black watermelon seeds were actually bizarre, curled-up infant corpses. They now sprang out, wantonly attacking the people around them.

"Understood! Take care, Commander Wei!"

Yan Jing clasped his fist in salute and leaped down from his horse. His Fear Stance manifested, and he sprinted madly toward the pillar of light on South Street.

Because the main road was blocked, getting from Feinan Temple to South Street required first passing through East Street, taking a small path to West Street, and only then reaching South Street.

However, he chose to barrel straight forward through the blocked path.

But he hadn't made it far before he ran into trouble.

A bald monk blocked his way.

"Benefactor, please stop here..." the monk said in a low voice.

Yan Jing ignored him and simply changed directions. Leaping high into the air, he drove the sharp spike in his hand into the tall wall of an adjacent house. With a forceful heave, he reached out, grabbed the eaves, flipped over, and climbed straight onto the roof.

Right now, he couldn't afford to attack any inner world residents. Once his last three points of Mental Immunity Value hit zero, he would likely face an all-out siege.

Seeing Yan Jing vault the wall and run, the monk's expression changed.

They had set up layers of obstacles on every stretch of road from the clearing to South Street. They never expected Yan Jing to take to the rooftops, especially since the gaps between the houses weren't small; some even had massive expanses of empty space between them.

Instantly, three sticks of incense appeared in his hand. He tapped the tip of each one with weird energy, causing the incense to burn rapidly.

The resulting black smoke drifted out, broadcasting the message that Yan Jing had taken to the rooftops.

This was a First Tier (Nine Trades) ability of a temple cultivator:

Burning Incense.

Very quickly, all the factions received the news that Yan Jing was running across the walls.

In an instant, everyone's gaze locked onto that black speck in the air, and killing intent surged.

Of course, there were no Fourth Tier entities among them.

Because at this moment, the Fourth Tiers had already set their sights on another target.

...

Wei Nantian swung the massive saber in his hand.

Huge swaths of vines were hacked away. The damage caused by the exploding watermelons landed on Wei Nantian, yet it seemed unable to harm him at all. Instead, the wounds only made him appear more invigorated.

The killing cultivator First Tier ability: Battle Wound.

It vastly increased pain tolerance; the more injuries sustained, the more combat power increased in the short term.

"Hahaha!"

Wei Nantian threw his head back and laughed, slashing his great saber straight at Lin Changgui.

The killing cultivator Second Tier ability: Decapitation.

Seeing the blade radiating a furious murderous aura about to fall, Lin Changgui swung the handle of his hoe, blocking it horizontally in front of his neck to meet the strike head-on.

The agricultural cultivator First Tier ability: Hoe Technique.

"Clang!"

Under Wei Nantian's blow, a half-inch gash was cleaved into the human-shaped hoe handle. Black blood spurted out and hit the ground, instantly sprouting thick clusters of rice stalks that surrounded Wei Nantian on all sides.

The agricultural cultivator Third Tier ability: Pitying the Farmers.

If Wei Nantian stepped on the rice stalks now, an overwhelming sense of sorrow would flood his heart, accompanied by symptoms like nausea and vomiting. Lower-tier beings facing this move would simply pass out on the spot.

But Wei Nantian merely chuckled and plunged his great saber directly into the earth.

A monstrous, malicious aura surged from the cracks in the ground, funneling completely into the center of Wei Nantian's brow.

In an instant, Wei Nantian's eyes turned entirely pitch-black.

The killing cultivator Third Tier ability: Killing Intent Entering the Body.

It comprehensively boosted physical attributes at the cost of losing all emotion, causing a slight sluggishness in thought. For the next period of time, every single action Wei Nantian took would serve only one purpose—killing.

Facing the rice stalks by his feet, Wei Nantian wore a cold, indifferent expression and simply trampled right over them as he charged forward to kill.

Lin Changgui's face changed instantly. He grabbed a handful of beans and scattered them across the ground.

Scatter Beans into Soldiers.

Towering cyan-grey corpses, each several meters tall, materialized, but they were completely insufficient to stand before Wei Nantian. In just two or three strikes, they were all reduced to piles of rotting meat.

"Slash—"

This strike finally landed on Lin Changgui.

If the blood-red rain cape hadn't erupted with light to block a massive amount of force for him, that single hit alone would have left Lin Changgui severely injured.

Even so, Lin Changgui spat out a huge mouthful of blood, and color instantly drained from his aged face.

Facing Wei Nantian's follow-up assault, he leaned heavily onto his hoe, slamming it down into the earth.

"Rumble—"

The ground began to quake.

The agricultural cultivator Fourth Tier ability: Earth Qi.

It drew upon the earth's energy, applying it to one's own body to bolster the strength of their various abilities.

Earthy-yellow energy surged from the ground and poured into Lin Changgui's body.

"Hum—"

Lin Changgui's complexion immediately regained some ruddiness. Swinging his hoe, he finally managed to parry the great saber in Wei Nantian's hands.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Wei Nantian's pitch-black eyes flickered. His empty hand clenched viciously, and a fierce, malicious wind abruptly surged upward, transforming into a violent storm. Suddenly, the battling killing cultivators and others in the vicinity were swept up by the gale. The First Tier beings were ground into a bloody pulp in less than a second, pouring down to bathe Wei Nantian.

Blood Wind, the killing cultivator Fourth Tier ability.

At the same time, after bathing in the fresh blood, the aura surrounding Wei Nantian's body began to shift from pitch-black to blood-red.

Blood Bathing, the killing cultivator Fourth Tier ability.

Instantly, Lin Changgui found that his opponent's speed was even faster than before.

The massive saber in his hands, despite its enormous size, violently blurred into countless afterimages in his vision.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Even though Lin Changgui tried his absolute best to defend, he was gradually pushed onto the back foot by Wei Nantian's ever-accelerating onslaught.

He had no choice. There were too many people around, and in this kind of environment, Wei Nantian's strength would only continue to grow.

Among the tens of thousands of cultivators in Minhu, it was not without reason that killing cultivators ranked in the top ten in pure combat power.

"Dammit! Where is Bai Qiu?!"

Another slash fell, nearly knocking the hoe from Lin Changgui's grasp. His eyes were fraught with extreme anxiety.

"Everyone! Stop watching the show! Strike together!"

Lin Changgui looked back toward Feinan Temple.

At this moment, a group of figures wearing various attires sat solemnly over there.

They were the leaders who dominated this city and its surrounding regions.

Faced with Lin Changgui's cries for help, they all maintained apathetic expressions. It was obvious they planned on sitting on the mountain to watch the tigers fight.

"Didn't we have an agreement? Once I take office, you each get five hundred mu of land! Along with the farmers living on it!"

Lin Changgui roared at the top of his lungs.

But those Fourth Tiers still didn't make a single move.

Opposite him, Wei Nantian delivered another slash. This time, Lin Changgui couldn't dodge in time and was struck directly, tearing a gash right through his rain cape.

"Dammit! I knew the words coming out of your mouths were no different from farts!"

Driven frantic by the attacks, Lin Changgui spat out a mouthful of bloody froth, pulled his ballot out, and waved it in the air:

"If you still don't strike, I'll just give him the ballot! From now on, I'll side with him! Fuck it, money is money no matter who I make it with. Fuck every single one of your mothers..."

Hearing this, one of the Fourth Tiers could finally sit still no longer.

A man wearing a washed and starched long gown stood up, holding a carving knife, and walked out of Feinan Temple.

"I'll do it."

This man was one of the two great West Street Artisans.

When it came to such things, once there was a first, there would always be a second.

With one person stepping out, the others couldn't remain seated either.

If Lin Changgui was going to be the county mayor, they had to show their stance, for better or worse.

Moreover, they couldn't actually let Wei Nantian become the mayor.

Therefore, the abbot of Feinan Temple, the master of Baile Manor, and the head of the Wu Faction Lineage in Zhennan County stepped out simultaneously.

"Wei Nantian, your endless slaughter has sparked public outrage! Today, we will strike to eradicate you! We deliver justice on behalf of Heaven!"

Even at this point, the West Street Artisan still threw out some high-sounding justification first.

Lin Changgui and Wei Nantian were fighting over the county mayor's seat.

But they had no legitimate reason to intervene, so they needed to find a pretext first.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

In the blink of an eye, it became five against one.

At this moment, Wei Nantian finally understood.

This was indeed a death trap, a lethal scheme aimed squarely at him.

Even though he had lost his emotions at this point, and even though he had made some preparations, he still felt an explosive surge of anger bursting from the depths of his heart.

"Then come and fight!!!"

He roared loudly, his voice echoing across the sky like rolling thunder.

He activated the Second Tier ability: Reverse Killing Intent.

Right now, there was only one person lingering in his mind.

That was Yan Jing.

Could he actually get his hands on that "treasure"?