Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 298 - 219 Died?_2

Chapter 298: Chapter 219 Died?_2

"I’ve got this! Everyone sit down and stay put!"

Wang Tianran immediately sent a reminder through the telepathic links of Night Traveler Muqiang Baoshan and the Ghost Taoist.

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"Master, do you think Li Ping’an has run out of tricks? Should we stop here? I’m really afraid of accidentally killing him!"

Disguised as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, Xie Wenren seemed to sense that Li Ping’an was at his wits’ end. He feared that if he truly killed Li Ping’an, he would then lose the chance to learn Li Ping’an’s Devil Star Seventy-Two Transformations and Divine Skills.

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With narrowed eyes, the Kumarajiva inside his left shoulder observed for a while and finally said with determination,

"Don’t rush! I don’t believe Li Ping’an is out of moves! This kid is many times more cunning than you and I imagined. We can’t give him a chance to catch his breath. You need to understand that a clever person like him won’t make the same mistake twice. He definitely won’t give you such an opportunity again. Keep pressuring him! Push him! Drive him into a corner!"

"Yes, Master!"

Following the Undying Immortal Kumarajiva’s command, the disguised Xie Wenren, Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, once again spurred his mana and shouted,

"Kill! Kill him!"

"Rod, come!"

Although Li Ping’an was extremely angry, he didn’t lose his reason and certainly wasn’t going to sit still and wait for death. He immediately used Object Control to summon the Hundred Plays Steel Rod, grasped it tightly, and used it to fend off the Black Flame Burning Heaven and the countless evil spirits and lost souls.

The Netherworld Ghost General, controlled by the supposed Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, immediately lifted his Ghost Head Greatsword and, seizing the moment Li Ping’an was too preoccupied to notice him, violently chopped at Li Ping’an’s head.

The Ghost Head Greatsword was more than twenty meters long, and no sooner had the Netherworld Ghost General raised his arm than the blade was already cleaving down towards Li Ping’an’s head.

With a clang!

Li Ping’an, cursing his bad luck silently, immediately raised the Hundred Plays Steel Rod to block, saving his life but causing his palms to tingle from the impact, sending him crashing into the ground, creating a deep crater due to the force.

Just as Li Ping’an managed to ward off the Netherworld Ghost General’s sneak attack, the massive army of lost souls and the Black Flame Divine approached to strike him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Li Ping’an was hit unfortunately, but thankfully the Hundred Plays Coin-Embedded Shirt and the protection of the Technique of Sitting Fire saved him, but he was still knocked down to the ground.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The fallen Li Ping’an was bombarded by subsequent spells, enlarging and deepening the crater around him, kicking up clouds of dust, and completely engulfing his figure, making him vanish from sight.

"Ah! Master Li, Nangong Zhidao! I’ll fight you to the death!"

Seeing this, Zixia couldn’t help feeling heartbroken and furious. She didn’t bother with her Ziqing Dual Swords and directly armed herself with silver bells and golden chains, ready to fight the disguised Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, Xie Wenren, to the death!

"Foolish!"

Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect immediately stood up to stop her,

"Junior Sister, you’re being foolish. Li Ping’an is sure to die; The Night Traveler’s Bureau will take care of him, why should you get personally involved?"

"I don’t care about The Night Traveler’s Bureau or any damn bureau; I want to avenge Li Ping’an and then take my own life!"

Zixia was extremely emotional, and Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect couldn’t possibly stop her.

"Zixia, don’t get agitated; Li Ping’an isn’t dead yet! He can’t die!"

With just a glance from Wang Tianran towards Zixia, she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak.

Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect asked with concern,

"Wang Tianran, what have you done to my Junior Sister?"

"Nothing."

Wang Tianran replied nonchalantly,

"Once Zixia calms down, the spell will fade."

Whimper

Unable to move, Zixia could only shed silent tears.

"Wang Tianran!"

Night Traveler Muqiang Baoshan suddenly stood up and challenged,

"How can you be so sure Li Ping’an hasn’t been killed by Nangong Zhidao? What if Li Ping’an is dead?"

"Very simple!"

Wang Tianran replied with a confident smile.

"If Li Ping’an dies, I’ll take responsibility with my life, I mean what I say!"

"Hmph!"

Night Traveler Muqiang Baoshan could no longer sit still, but he anxiously watched, hoping that once the dust settled Li Ping’an would survive. He didn’t wish for Li Ping’an to be completely unharmed, only that he would still be breathing. As long as there was a breath left, he could find a way to heal Li Ping’an.

"Nangong Zhidao, you bastard! You actually dared to kill Li Ping’an. If I don’t kill you today, I might as well be your spawn!"

The angry Ghost Taoist spun up into the air, immediately casting a spell:

"Mao Mountain’s Hundred Puppets..."

"No Distance!"

Wang Tianran called out once more. Just as the Ghost Taoist began to levitate, Wang Tianran, who appeared out of nowhere like a specter, pressed him back down:

"Ghost Taoist, I will take full responsibility for Li Ping’an’s life or death. In this world, among the Taoist sects, the Buddhist Community, the Demon Race, the Devil Race, there are countless experts. If Li Ping’an cannot even survive this ordeal, how can he talk about reviving Mount Longhu?"

"But can Li Ping’an even stand up again?"

The Ghost Taoist asked anxiously and with concern:

"Even if Li Ping’an doesn’t die, looking at this situation, even if he lives, he is ruined!"

Wang Tianran suddenly spoke with a domineering tone:

"With me here, the world can be at peace, Li Ping’an can be at peace. Even if he is crippled and his Spirit Root and talent are destroyed, I have ways to restore him to his original state!"

"But..."

Just as the Ghost Taoist was about to speak, Wang Tianran retorted sharply:

"Do you really have so little faith in Li Ping’an? Hm? If you continue like this, you and I will have a battle first, then discuss any other matters!"

After speaking, Wang Tianran returned to his seated position in a fraction of a moment, and in just that brief instant, he dealt with Zixia, Night Traveler Muqiang Baoshan, and the Ghost Taoist – who was most concerned about Li Ping’an’s survival – especially the Ghost Taoist, without anyone else noticing.

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"Master, it looks like Li Ping’an is truly dead!"

"Master, that kid Li Ping’an has finally died, now we don’t have to worry anymore!"

"Master, really, letting Li Ping’an die so easily is too cheap for him!"

"Indeed, indeed, I was thinking of capturing him and then torturing him slowly. Who knew that Li Ping’an would be so pathetic, it really let him off too easy!"

Sect Master Zhuge Junchen’s eldest disciple, Jiao Chujun, and his second, third, and fourth disciples of the Flame Cloud Sect flattered him, trying to please him to the extreme.

"Don’t be complacent!"

Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect commanded them:

"Later on, we must catch the demon impersonating Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao before The Night Traveler’s Bureau gets to him. When the time comes, I will personally catch him; you are responsible for stopping the people from The Night Traveler’s Bureau!"

"Yes, Master!"

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"It’s a pity about Li Ping’an’s cultivation talent, and the spells he knew."

Head of Heavenly Mist Sect, Mo Liqi, shook his head and sighed:

"Previously, I had hoped to learn the orthodox Immortal Law and the Five Thunder Righteous Method from Li Ping’an. It turns out that in the end, there is relentless retaliation, and whether we part or meet, it’s all predestined. If you want to know if your life is short, ask about your previous incarnation. To be wealthy and honored in old age is really just luck. Some see through it all and retreat into the Buddhist Community; others remain obsessed, sending their lives to futile end—it’s like after feasting, the birds retreat to the forest, leaving a vast expanse of pure cleanliness!"

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Head of Immeasurable Sect, Taishu Yiqing, commanded his disciples Xianyu Shu Qinghai, Jia Zhengfeng, and others:

"Our Immeasurable Sect owes Li Ping’an a great favor. It looks like he has been obliterated. There’s no need to say more, later on find the remnants of the clothes he was wearing before he died, and then build a clothed tomb for him. Since we couldn’t repay the favor during his lifetime, we must not forget our debt in his death!"

"Yes, Master!"

Senior Brother Xianyu Shu Qinghai of Immeasurable Sect, the second, third, and fourth disciples including Jia Zhengfeng nodded in agreement.

"Especially you, Jia Zhengfeng..."

Head of Immeasurable Sect, Taishu Yiqing, looking at Jia Zhengfeng, commanded:

"Our Immeasurable Sect owes Li Ping’an a favor because of you. When the time comes, you will don mourning clothes for him."

"It goes without saying, Master, I am naturally willing. I just worry that later on, we probably won’t even be able to find the remnants of Li Ping’an’s clothes."

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"I originally thought that Li Ping’an of Mount Longhu could become famous from one battle and revitalize Mount Longhu. Who could have imagined he would die just like that!"