Chapter 108: Instantly Killing Pamoji

After bidding farewell to Wu Wanren, Liu Junhuai entered the chaotic space.

He carefully recounted everything he had witnessed at the city lord’s mansion. Fang Keyin said, “The decisive battle is less than two hours away. I’m not worried about you, Junhuai. But what about Sitong and Jizhong? Especially Jizhong—your opponent could very well be a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator. You must not underestimate him.”

Jizhong replied, “The three of us have already discussed it. Don’t worry, Grandpa Fang. Sitong and I have some confidence. Besides, if he wants a duel, let him have it. Our second brother should be able to handle it himself, right, second brother?”

Liu Junhuai smiled. “Not a chance. I’ll handle Sitong’s opponent. Brother, your Tiger Shadow Blade should make a name for itself today—I’m with you in spirit!”

Mo Sitong laughed. “These two brothers always try to one-up each other when they meet. Look at how my grandfather and Grandpa Bian get along—grandpa, don’t listen to them, not a single serious word between them.”

Shen Yihuan was still worried about the Shen family’s current situation. After all, he had relied on the Shen family for so many years, although those years had been somewhat frustrating. He had wanted to ask Liu Junhuai several times but never found the words.

Liu Junhuai noticed Uncle Huan’s uneasy expression and said, “Uncle Huan, I just saved the Shen family head and his two sons. I’ve hidden the three of them. After this is over, I’ll go back to see them. They won’t be allowed to leave the Shen family mansion.”

Shen Yihuan’s eyes glistened with moisture. “Sigh, some things aren’t so easy to judge right or wrong. Those who deserved retribution have received it. Junhuai, you’ve done well. I support you.”

Bian Yanshan interjected, “Junhuai’s family matters are settled. Let’s not dwell on them. Today’s battle is what truly matters. Brother Yinshan and I should make an appearance as well. Junhuai, fight according to your own plan today. We’ll keep an eye on that old fellow Zisang Yanxi!”

Fang Keyin added, “Exactly, Junhuai! Don’t worry about that old fellow. Just pretend he doesn’t exist. Anyone who dares to bully the son-in-law of our Absolute Dust Palace will be beaten until they’re crawling on the ground!”

Mei Bingyi and Wu Shaoyuan quietly approached Liu Junhuai, volunteering to fight. Liu Junhuai laughed, “We can’t get involved in this large-scale conflict. The sect alliance will take care of it. The fewer of our people involved, the better. Don’t worry; there will be plenty of chances for you all to step up in the future.”

As they spoke, two hours were about to pass. Inside the chaotic space, only Shen Yihuan and Mei Bingyi’s mother remained. Even Shen Duoduo and Wu Bini had boarded the Cloud Piercer, guarded by a Nascent Soul expert, so there was nothing to worry about.

At this moment, Pingdu City was already packed with people. The area around the martial arena was especially crowded.

The duel between Golden Core cultivators was a rare sight in the small Pingdu City, where even Foundation Establishment cultivators were seldom seen. Despite the danger, people still came to watch—it was an unprecedented event in a century.

Liu Junhuai’s actions at the Shen family had long become common knowledge in Pingdu City. The Shen family had been arrogant for years, so many people cheered for Liu Junhuai’s deeds. Now, as he walked the streets, he attracted the attention of young women and wives alike, having become a godlike figure in the eyes of ordinary cultivators.

Sure enough, as Liu Junhuai and his group of a dozen entered the arena, some locals recognized them. After a roar of noise, one person, overwhelmed with excitement, couldn’t help but applaud. A brief silence followed, then the entire crowd of Pingdu residents burst into deafening applause and cheers, startling Liu Junhuai’s group, who only gradually realized what was happening.

Looking at his compatriots watching him with amused smiles, Liu Junhuai felt a bit embarrassed and said, “What can I do? The people’s will! I’ll do my best!”

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Shen Duoduo burst out laughing. “Brother Junhuai, you have such thick skin!”

In contrast to Liu Junhuai’s relaxed confidence, the Bloodshed Alliance was filled with tension.

They had already detected flashes of late Foundation Establishment and even Golden Core cultivators among the crowd. The presence of three early Golden Core cultivators in Liu Junhuai’s group only heightened this tension.

Zisang Yanxi fixed his eyes on Fang Keyin and Bian Yanshan. The more he tried to gauge their true power, the more uncertain he felt. Even if their true cultivation levels were hidden, their aura was impossible to conceal in their every move.

Meanwhile, Pamo Ji, having observed Liu Junhuai’s situation clearly, was surprisingly delighted. He said to Zisang Yanxi, “Liu Junhuai has arrived. Their real strength is only three early Golden Core cultivators. I’ll take the first fight!”

Zisang Yanxi hesitated but then agreed, thinking it was better to test their true strength first, to prevent his son Zisang Shangpin from rashly engaging and falling into their trap.

Seeing no objection, Pamo Ji’s aura surged even more. He raised a long howl to the sky, and the crowd instantly quieted.

Pamo Ji looked at Liu Junhuai and said in a gruff, aged voice, “Liu Junhuai, noon has arrived. After your wanton slaughter of the Shen family these past two days, it’s time for an explanation. On behalf of the more than two hundred innocent who died, I demand justice! What do you have to say?”

Liu Junhuai smiled. “You old rotten bastard, where do you get all this nonsense? I’ll kill you too!”

Pamo Ji hadn’t expected such a blunt insult without explanation. He frowned, a surge of anger rising from his sides. With a clang, he drew his Soul Stirring Ghost Head Blade and charged directly at Liu Junhuai.

Without hesitation, Liu Junhuai slowly drew his Ghost Eye Blood Blade. Its dark red edge shimmered faintly with bloodlight. As he infused his true energy, a grim and terrifying murderous aura spread around, causing the nearby young ladies to retreat nervously.

Zisang Yanxi’s eyes narrowed suddenly, a flash of shock crossing his gaze. A strange fear quietly rose within him.

Pamo Ji, suspended midair, felt the brutal aura of the Ghost Eye Blood Blade, a chill running down his spine. His divine sense trembled slightly, but the blade was already drawn—there was no turning back.

As Pamo Ji closed in, Liu Junhuai swung the Ghost Eye Blood Blade. The violent killing aura flew straight toward him.

Sensing the deadly aura approaching, Pamo Ji slowed abruptly, cold sweat dripping down his back.

The onlookers all gasped. The killing aura of this blade was terrifying. Even as a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, Pamo Ji was forced to halt his attack, shrinking back without daring to advance.

Liu Junhuai sneered, “Old man, today this early Golden Core will cut down a mid-stage Golden Core like you! How did your elders raise you, meddling in others’ affairs for a few coins? Come on!”

With that, the Ghost Eye Blood Blade traced a fierce arc in the air. Liu Junhuai leapt upward, the murderous aura reaching its peak. His figure shot like a meteor, instantly appearing above Pamo Ji.

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At the hilt of the Ghost Eye Blood Blade, a ghostly eye suddenly opened wide, emitting a strange light that fixed on Pamo Ji below. Liu Junhuai’s fierce blade followed the eye’s guidance, crashing down with a mighty strike.

Pamo Ji was horrified, retreating foot by foot while rapidly circulating true energy to shield himself. With a grim determination, he raised his Soul Stirring Ghost Head Blade to meet Liu Junhuai’s strike.

With a thunderous bang, the two vast blade auras collided, rippling violently. Tens of thousands of onlookers were pushed back several paces by the overwhelming killing aura.

As the blade auras dissipated and the chaotic air currents settled, everyone saw Pamo Ji still holding his blade aloft, unmoving.

Liu Junhuai flipped in midair, landing silently on the ground, eyes locked on Pamo Ji.

After a few breaths, Pamo Ji’s body suddenly exploded into pieces, flesh and blood scattering everywhere. The Soul Stirring Ghost Head Blade cracked and shattered into fragments.

Within the Bloodshed Alliance, the sound of weapons clattering to the ground echoed everywhere.

A single move had killed a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator! Liu Junhuai’s power was beyond belief! Even a late-stage Golden Core cultivator would be no match—only Lord Zisang could possibly suppress him.

Zisang Yanxi was also uneasy. He was confident he could defeat Liu Junhuai, but this fight wouldn’t be easy. He had no better way to counter Liu Junhuai’s overwhelming strike that had slain Pamo Ji than to either evade or clash head-on like Pamo Ji had.

He recognized the Ghost Eye Blood Blade. The extreme murderous aura it radiated was not something ordinary artifacts could produce. With this artifact, Liu Junhuai’s strength must have reached late-stage Golden Core. It was no surprise he killed Pamo Ji so effortlessly. How such a legendary weapon came into Liu Junhuai’s hands puzzled him. He didn’t dwell on it too long but began considering how to seize this divine weapon.

Liu Junhuai slowly stepped before the Bloodshed Alliance and called out loudly, “Who’s next? How much did the Shen family pay you to make such a fuss? But if you stand up for others, be prepared to bear the consequences. Don’t hide like cowards!”

The Bloodshed Alliance members bristled with anger at Liu Junhuai’s mockery. Several stirred, shifting their footing.

More cultivators looked toward Zisang Yanxi. He curled his lips slightly. “Young one, don’t be arrogant. Don’t think that possessing a divine weapon makes you invincible. It seems you need a lesson to understand your place. How about a duel with me?”

Liu Junhuai scratched his head and laughed, “I didn’t expect the commander to show up so soon! You send the little one, then come out yourself—that’s fair. But I’m afraid you won’t dare to fight. Want to bet? I bet you won’t step up. Do you believe it?”

Zisang Yanxi’s expression froze, surprised by Liu Junhuai’s boldness. Could he have some other backing? His gaze involuntarily flicked toward Fang Keyin.