Chapter 26: 188 for Instant Kill—What More Needs to Be Said?
The moment he saw the prompt “You can freely manipulate formations and talismans”, a peculiar grin spread across Chen Huai’an’s face.
As a premium player, wasn’t the whole point of spending money to crush bosses effortlessly?
“Thunderfire Incineration Formation, stop hiding—activate it!”
A commanding voice echoed above a small hut:
“Thunderfire Incineration Formation, activate!”
From Ye Futian’s perspective, glowing purple formations appeared across the ground within a hundred-mile radius of the hut. From these formation patterns, thunder and fire burst forth, intertwining into a massive circle that trapped him and the hut within its boundaries.
A slight sense of danger arose in his heart, though not enough to alarm him.
Ye Futian was a cautious man. After all, it was this very caution that had allowed him to evade death countless times while being hunted by righteous cultivators. Many others of the demonic path in his place would have long been torn to shreds.
In the past, even the slightest threat would have sent him fleeing.
But today was different.
The temptation before him was simply too great.
If he could obtain this body, what did the bottleneck that had plagued him for years amount to? He wouldn’t even hesitate to disperse his cultivation and start anew if necessary.
The spiritual energy in Cangyun Realm was dwindling, and rare treasures alone could no longer provide the breakthrough he needed.
Fortune favors the bold.
Even if every elder of the Qingyun Sect were to arrive today, he would still take the risk!
“Ha! Just a mere formation trying to stop me?”
Ye Futian’s figure was obscured by demonic energy, his voice emanating from within. The demonic energy surged and condensed into a bloody demonic palm that launched toward the hut’s roof. As it descended with a force akin to Mount Tai, a violent gale scattered sand and gravel, and the surrounding vegetation bent low.
Inside the hut, Li Qingran felt a chilling fear climb up her spine, her breathing turning labored under the oppressive force.
The demonic palm slammed into the formation. The formation patterns flickered momentarily but held firm without breaking.
“What the h*ck!” Chen Huai’an jumped in fright, staring at his phone.
He had only just begun figuring out how to operate the formation when the boss launched its attack.
“This old geezer doesn’t play fair!”
“Fine, let’s start with a few celestial-grade Thunderfire Talismans!”
With a flurry of taps on his phone, Chen Huai’an activated three talismans placed on the hut’s walls and door. The talismans shot out like arrows, aiming straight for the demonic energy cloud.
Ye Futian didn’t even flinch at the three talismans. His mind was focused on the formation, which had withstood his full-strength strike—a clear indicator of its high quality. He knew how troublesome formation masters could be. If given the choice, he would avoid crossing paths with one altogether.
He began charging a second strike with full force, aiming for a swift victory.
The technique he employed was the Blood Cloud Palm, a low-tier earth-grade skill with a unique ability to corrode spiritual energy. Those struck by it would find their spiritual energy increasingly consumed by the demonic energy of the palm.
This effect worked on formations too.
In no time, the three talismans reached Ye Futian. As their golden light surged, thunder boomed.
“Wait, these are celestial-grade!” Ye Futian’s scalp tingled, but it was too late to adjust his move.
The celestial-grade Thunderfire Talismans detonated midair, unleashing a storm of thunder and fire that engulfed the blood cloud entirely.
Meanwhile, Chen Huai’an had finally figured out how to operate the formation. His phone displayed a keyboard interface. Following the given prompts, he began inputting a sequence of Chinese and English combinations. Each correct input triggered a new burst of the formation’s power.
“This is child’s play for me!” Chen Huai’an boasted.
In the past, he wouldn’t have been so confident. But ever since mastering acupuncture, his hands had become both fast and steady. He even wondered if he could break records in rhythm games.
Tap tap tap! Chen Huai’an’s fingers flew across the screen.
A thunderbolt from the formation struck Ye Futian squarely in the face before he could recover from the previous attack.
[Nod is Yes, Shake is No~]
[To greet someone, say Hello, Hello Hello, Ha Ha Hello~]
As Chen Huai’an’s typing speed increased, so did the frequency of the thunderbolts. Though the formation alone couldn’t instantly kill Ye Futian, the sheer number of attacks gradually wore him down.
Soon, the demonic cloud dissipated, revealing a charred, tattered, and disheveled old man with white hair resembling a dandelion.
“Arrrgh—enough! I’ll kill you!!!”
Furious, Ye Futian abandoned all pretense. He leaped onto the hut’s roof, his dark hands spreading out before him.
A surge of demonic energy formed a colossal figure behind him—a ferocious, blue-faced avatar with razor-sharp fangs. The avatar’s actions mirrored Ye Futian’s, pressing forward with a gigantic claw.
The immense pressure shattered the formation’s glowing patterns, breaking it apart.
To Chen Huai’an’s surprise, the boss entered a new phase. “Wow, three-stage transformation? This boss is something else!”
Still, Chen Huai’an wasn’t worried. After all, he had bought the premium package. Victory was guaranteed.
Inside the hut, Li Qingran gripped her sleeves tightly, her face pale. She anxiously warned, “Senior, demonic cultivators are cunning. Be wary of hidden tricks!”
Her voice trembled with guilt. She had no power to intervene, only able to pray that the senior wouldn’t get injured.
As the fight escalated, Chen Huai’an unleashed his trump card—the Nine Suns Purple Thunder Talisman, a tool capable of summoning heavenly lightning.
Thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and a purple lightning dragon descended with terrifying force. The lightning obliterated Ye Futian, draining the boss’s health bar in an instant.
Chen Huai’an smirked, blowing on his fingers like a gunslinger.
“Tsk, that’s it? Looked tough, but... 188 bucks for an instant kill. What’s there to say?”
Meanwhile, in Qingyun Sect, Sect Master Wu Duantian gazed at the sky, feeling the intense spiritual energy rippling through the heavens.
“This... this must be the same expert who crafted that divine elixir!”
Hope reignited in his heart. Turning to his bedridden disciple Zhao Lingtian, he declared, “This is our last chance. If we can gain that senior’s help, your dantian might still be saved!”