Little Ding Ding Stone

Chapter 797: 480 Seven Killings Hall's 4th Yama!_3


Chapter 797: Chapter 480 Seven Killings Hall’s 4th Yama!_3


During his journey, the local people had advised him to take a detour to avoid danger, warning that many had perished in the lake, but Chen Yuan had always declined with a smile.


Gazing at the Blood Lake, which seemed endless, Chen Yuan let out a breath.


The place was indeed as recorded in the Ascending Immortal Tower, entirely crimson. At first glance, it really did seem stained with blood, but he did not smell even a hint of blood.


Chen Yuan squatted down, placing his hand into the water, his gaze slightly contemplative.


According to the guidance received before, the spirit wood that could help him comprehend the essence of heaven and earth was in the lake. So… should he retrieve it now,


or should he wait a bit longer?


After pondering for a moment, Chen Yuan ultimately suppressed his impulse and decided to wait until after dealing with the enemy before seizing his opportunity.


Otherwise, should he fall into a moment of epiphany and just happen to encounter the enemy, it would indeed be somewhat undesirable for him.


Cultivation, especially during comprehension, is best conducted with an undistracted mind, free from disturbances.


After calming his excitement, Chen Yuan even hoped that those wanting to kill him would show up soon and not dawdle, so as not to delay his own plans.


Unexpectedly, he wait until dusk, but there was still no movement around him.


Seeing this, Chen Yuan decided he might as well wait a bit longer…


The next day, as the dim sky returned to daylight, Chen Yuan sat alone on a Qing stone by the Blood Lake, having meditated there all night. When he opened his eyes, his gaze inevitably held some disappointment.


How… are they still not here?


With his reputation so great, why weren’t they hastening to attack him? What were they waiting for?


That day happened to be Jingtai Year Nine, the second day of the second month, a day of Dragon Rising.


Seeing no disturbances, Chen Yuan continued to immerse his spirit in cultivation, deciding to wait another day. If his adversary still did not appear, then he would wait no longer.


He would take the opportunity directly and then swiftly obscure his whereabouts.


He, Chen Yuan, had many things to attend to and could not afford to idle away here with them.


Time slowly passed, and at noon, when the yang energy was at its strongest, the voice of Moluo, absent for a long time, echoed near Chen Yuan’s ear.


He said:


“They’ve arrived.”


‘They’ve arrived!’


Hearing this, Chen Yuan immediately opened his eyes, his pupils instantly brightening.


At last… they had come!


And they had not arrived with insignificant commotion.


Dark clouds gathered from all directions, carrying a torrent of killing intent, the terrifying momentum making one’s heart tremble.


“Quite the spectacle.”


Chen Yuan looked around, understanding the other party’s intentions. They were sealing off all his paths of retreat, and unknowingly, a grand formation had been established around him.


And… it was an encircling formation!


“Chen Yuan, you really made it difficult for this Hall Master to find you, hiding here!”


A hoarse voice reverberated from the dark clouds in all directions, carrying an immense pressure.


Chen Yuan smiled. Hide?


He had been waiting here for quite a long time!


“Chen has also been waiting for you for a long time.”


Chen Yuan faced the dark clouds without showing any fear.


In the void, the dark clouds from all directions merged into one, and a massive ghost face, a hundred yards wide, slowly appeared above Chen Yuan, looking down at him indifferently.


As if watching an ant.


It was a disdain that seeped deep from the bones.


“Very good, truly worthy of being the top genius of the Central Plains, brave and bold. Alas, my favorite kind to kill are those so-called unparalleled geniuses,


and you… are no exception.”


“This indeed is a fine place for a body to lay, Blood Lake, Chen Yuan, not bad, not bad….”


A raspy voice emanated from the ghostly clouded face.


“Yes, this indeed is a fine place for a body to lay, but whose body will sink here is still unknown, you rejoice too soon.”


Chen Yuan replied with a faint smile.


“I know you have some reliance; otherwise, you would not be so calm. But I’ve searched every radius of a hundred miles myself, finding no one hidden here,


just by yourself, can you really withstand a True Master of Yang Transformation?


Who gave you the confidence? Speak, perhaps, I might truly dread it,” the ghost-faced mask chuckled with a hint of mania.


“Easy to say, but since you have kept hiding, it seems a bit too lacking in style. Who exactly are you, brave enough to show yourself so Chen can have a look?”


Chen Yuan stared at the ghost mask and loudly spoke.


He was indeed curious to know, who exactly had come.


A True Master of Yang Transformation personally attempting an assassination was, indeed, a high honor, knowing that not just the methods of a Grandmaster, even those ranked in the top ten, couldn’t claim they could kill him recklessly.


“I truly don’t know whether to admire your courage or scorn your ignorance, but since you want to know my identity as a ghost who understands,


I shall satisfy you.”


“I am the fourth Yama of the Seven Killings Hall, Reincarnation. Someone specifically asked the Seven Killings Hall to take your life, even inviting me out of retirement for this task, satisfied now?”


The hundred-zhang ghost face declared itself.


Chen Yuan nodded earnestly:


“Satisfied.”


While it was somewhat unexpected that a Yama from the Seven Killings Hall would take action, he wasn’t too startled. With Senior Moluo here, even if it was the legendary Hall Master of the Seven Killings Hall himself, he would not falter.


Let alone just a Yama.


It was somewhat strange who ordered the hit. After all, the services of the Seven Killings Hall were expensive, and it wasn’t worth the cost unless one wished to keep their identity hidden.


Could it be… who?


Who so desires his death?


“To die by my hand, you still live up to your reputation as the top genius of the Central Plains. Sadly, if you had joined the Seven Killings Hall initially, you wouldn’t face this disaster today,” spoke the Reincarnation Yama.


“Is it just you?”


Chen Yuan’s eyes showed some disappointment; he saw no Qi Fortune under his Heavenly Eye, having waited all in vain.


“What?”


The Reincarnation Yama was somewhat surprised. Had Chen Yuan lost his mind?


“Nothing, just a bit disappointed, to have waited in vain so long,” replied Chen Yuan.


“Thinking of scaring me off with just words? That’s not going to work.”


“To scare you off is unnecessary. Since you’ve come, then leave your life here. Speaking of which, I too was once ambushed by people of the Seven Killings Hall in the Gang Condensation Realm,


I have kept these grudges in my heart all this time, today let’s settle these debts for the moment. Surely, the death of a Yama will be a painful loss for the Seven Killings Hall.”


“Arrogant! I really want to see what skills you have to dare spout such wild words in front of me!”


Immediately, a tremendous pressure enveloped Chen Yuan.


“Good, then let the Yama witness it!”


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