C110 The Murderer the Murderer the Murderer!(1)

The disciple from the Profound Heaven Sect had just perished. Among those who had attacked Woo Zhengyang, only Bu Qianshan remained, clutching his injured leg with a look of terror and disbelief. Three others were left, having witnessed the disciple's demise, and none dared to run recklessly anymore. They all retreated to the area near the cobblestone path.

The three were now at a loss. The recent battle had taken place at a fork in the cobblestone path, which led to the secret realm and the four fixed locations for the inner trials. Woo Zhengyang stood right at that fork. Although the three had managed to escape, they were all headed in the same direction, which ended at the stone platform of the Hundred Twist Thousand Return Palace. If Woo Zhengyang decided to chase them, they'd have no way out.

Woo Zhengyang noticed this as well. Instead of rushing after the three, he approached the terrified Bu Qianshan. Despite everything being clear as day, Bu Qianshan still couldn't believe what he had just witnessed.

The highest level of cultivation allowed in the Mystic Trace Realm wouldn't exceed that of a Martial Disciple. Even if someone broke through inside, they would be transported out. This meant Woo Zhengyang's limit was merely the peak of a Nine-star Martial Disciple. Facing fourteen opponents alone—could this still be considered a battle among equals? Even a Reality Condensing Stage martial artist wouldn't fare much better!

Perhaps Woo Zhengyang might not match the combat prowess of a Reality Condensing Stage martial artist, but his sheer ferocity more than makes up for it. Just moments ago, everyone, including Bu Qianshan, seemed to witness the arrival of a relentless force.

He questioned nothing—not the heavens, not the earth, not even himself. Only the constant baptism of blood marked each step Woo Zhengyang took, and even if some of that blood was his own, he never hesitated for a moment.

"You can't kill me, Woo Zhengyang! I'm the second-ranked disciple of the outer academy at the Heavenly Martial Academy!" Bu Qianshan shouted, trying to snap Woo Zhengyang out of his frenzy and muster some courage for himself.

"Are you trying to say you have some kind of immunity?" Woo Zhengyang replied with a light laugh, wiping the blood from his face. "Don't forget, Zhou Muyuan was also one of the top ten disciples at your academy."

The recent slaughter had indeed been a release for Woo Zhengyang, yet he remained perfectly clear-headed during the battle.

"You..."

Bu Qianshan was stunned. He had thought he held a final trump card, but hearing Woo Zhengyang mention Zhou Muyuan, another top disciple, made him realize his so-called safeguard meant nothing to Woo Zhengyang.

"Once you've decided to kill me, nothing can stop my counterattack. In a world where strength reigns supreme, killing is no crime. What makes you think you deserve a free pass?"

After speaking, Woo Zhengyang delivered a punch to Bu Qianshan's forehead. This time, Bu Qianshan didn't resist at all. Faced with Woo Zhengyang, who was drenched in blood, he had lost all will to fight back.

If Bu Qianshan's death had occurred earlier, it might have caused a huge uproar. But now, the onlookers were numb. They could only stare blankly at the figure soaked in blood, unable to say a word.

The three remaining members of the Heavenly Martial Academy were in utter despair after Woo Zhengyang killed Bu Qianshan. Beg for mercy? Woo Zhengyang wasn't the type to show compassion. Threaten him? He had already killed Bu Qianshan and Zhou Muyuan, along with many other disciples from the Heavenly Martial Academy. Why would he care about anything else now? Run away? They were surrounded by treacherous wilderness on both sides, and behind them was the platform of the Hundred Twist Thousand Return Palace. There was nowhere to escape.

Tragically, their skills were too weak. They couldn't even self-destruct their energy cores to take Woo Zhengyang down with them. The three of them exchanged glances, their faces ashen, eyes filled with despair.

"Let's charge forward with everything we've got and leave it to fate!" one of them suggested.

"Right, we're dead either way. If even one of us makes it through, it's worth it. Even if we all die, I refuse to believe this guy will make it back alive. The elders will surely avenge us!" another agreed. They had no other choice, so why not face it with courage?

Having made up their minds, the three unleashed all their energy and charged at Woo Zhengyang. Three swords thrust toward him in unison. Just as they reached him, two swords shattered, while the third clattered to the ground. The one who had spoken first abandoned his weapon and fled to the side...

The trio's desperate attack might have injured Woo Zhengyang, but with one fleeing, he found the situation much easier. With a flurry of palm strikes, Woo Zhengyang sent the shards of the shattered swords flying. Then, using his profound power, he met the two remaining attackers head-on.

"Ah..." they cried out, a mix of anger and regret in their voices as they faced their end. They hadn't anticipated being betrayed by their own, making their demise even more bitter than those who had just fallen to Woo Zhengyang.

The one who escaped had indeed planned well. He knew there was no easy way to reach the crossroads, except when Woo Zhengyang was occupied.