413: Chapter 327 413: Chapter 327 Their earlier confidence had inflated, but now they knew they were up against someone formidable.
Thus, in addition to weapons, they were also armed with the same poisons they typically used to harm others.
They waited for those people to approach.
As soon as they got close, everyone would toss their poisons.
Even if those people had great abilities, they would be defeated by the poison once they smelled it.
When the Mountain King heard that one of them was very powerful, capable of mastering wind and thunder, he knew that if they used poison and that person used wind and thunder, the poison would have no effect.
They could only act when their guard was down.
He believed these young people lacked experience and would be easy to take down.
Luo Yaxuan led so many people here, but Mo Wen and Ding Ling did not come down from the big tree.
They were wary of any tricks from the others and also needed to figure out a way to rescue their people.
They still didn’t know where the enemy had hidden their people, or whether the stockade had tunnels or dangerous traps.
Luo Yaxuan and Lai Jianlin, two young and handsome noble sons, descended from the sky above.
Their handsome appearance and posture made the people in the stockade feel overwhelmed by these two charming men, and sense the immense pressure of their martial prowess.
“Heh heh, you two stinky brats have come to smash up the stockade, daring to seek death,”
As soon as the Mountain King’s voice fell, his underlings, though somewhat afraid, said to embolden themselves, “Heh heh, a few who do not want to live, coming to seek death.”
The two sons didn’t bother with these arrogant bandits, knowing that those they supported were not so easily intimidated.
“What are you talking about?
You dare to make such brash statements.
Tsk tsk, facing death, yet still trying to gold-plate your face.
Aren’t you afraid the world will laugh their teeth off?
Heh.”
“They’re just trying to bluff to give themselves courage.
They can talk all they want now, but soon they’ll be talking to King Yama.”
“Exactly, these ugly freaks are being too presumptuous, not even bothering to look in the mirror at their own faces.
Maybe they don’t have mirrors where they come from.”
The people who followed Luo Yaxuan and Lai Jianlin also made some remarks that angered the Mountain King and his companions.
“You stinking brats, if I don’t show you something fierce, you won’t know how you died,” the Mountain King threatened.
No sooner did he speak, than his underlings started to chatter.
“I’ll ask just one question: where have you locked up my people?
If you dare not confess, every single one of you here today must die.”
Luo Yaxuan didn’t want their pointless talk to continue; any further delay meant increased danger for his master and companions.
Lai Jianlin nodded and added, “Did you hear that?
Release them now, or every second’s delay means you’ll be crushed into a meat paste.”
Those bandits had infuriated the two noble sons today; never before had they been so ruthless.
Today, they encountered murderers among the bandits, not just ordinary citizens.
They felt no remorse in killing them, viewing it as a service to the people, ridding them of a scourge.
“Even if I die today, I won’t release those people, haha.
They’ve been poisoned by my concoctions.
Without my antidote, even if you rescue them, it’s pointless; they’ll be left disabled.”
The Mountain King trusted his book—only he had the antidote.
Without it, no one could counteract the potency of his poisons.
Even if the captives were rescued, it would be in vain.
This trust was one of his prideful advantages.
Many who fell into his trap had to bring him gifts, or listen to his commands, or else even more would be poisoned, begging for life but unable to beg for death, destined only to become powerless husks, starved and weakened from formidable beings to emaciated shells of their former selves.
Such was his cruel trademark.
Even those above Golden Core, once poisoned without an antidote, would fall from cultivating immortals to less than ordinary mortals.
The Mountain King’s arrogance and his authoritative speech did not intimidate the two luckless scions of the noble clans.
The consequences of provoking Luo Yaxuan did not matter to him, whether these people would attack, if they would be killed by his spells and cultivation techniques.
He just needed to rescue the captives.
He refrained from using his Wind Magic.
If he had employed it, the bandits might have been blown far away or even off the mountain.
However, the buildings might collapse too, and his master and others had yet to be rescued.
Luo Yaxuan cast a wide light circle, perfectly covering all the people on the square, including the Mountain King.
Knowing the severity, these people cautiously swung their weapons and scattered the secretly prepared medicines.
However, they had just wasted so much breath without taking this action, and now it was a bit too late; they scattered the powder only to be restrained by the light circle, unable to reach beyond it.
The poisons could only affect themselves, and the people they intended to harm remained unscathed.
The formidable spell Luo Yaxuan used was newly learned, and as a Golden Core practitioner, he could handle either a Golden Core opponent or slightly weaker ones.
If they planned a group resistance, he was certainly capable of dealing with them.
The powerful spell he was now using was domineering, trapping the adversaries in a specific area, then employing his Thunder Magic.
There was only one outcome for these people: to be turned into ashes.
Never expecting the drugs they scattered would fail to harm their opponent and instead affect themselves in this enclosed space, panic set in.
They hastily took out their antidotes, swallowing a pill each, their faces already showing fear.
They brandished their weapons, shouting in a flurry, but the spells they cast couldn’t break the light circle.
Luo Yaxuan didn’t wait for them to be so terrified they might wet themselves before unleashing his Thunder Magic.
Suddenly, the sky darkened with rolling clouds, followed by fierce winds, and thunderbolt struck the people within the circle.
They panicked, scrambling to dodge in vain as they couldn’t escape the light circle, making them easy targets for the lightning.
Exploding like sounds of “bang-bang,” those struck by the lightning instantly turned to ash.
How could these feeble individuals withstand the wrath of a Golden Core master?
The ground was pitted where the lightning struck, burying those turned to ashes by the Thunderstrike within.
Those not yet killed by the lightning now wore expressions ashen as death.
They were accustomed to harming others with poisons, but never had they encountered someone as formidable as a deity of thunder, realizing their end was near.
Most despicable was the Mountain King, who, at the time of the lightning strike, had grabbed things to shield himself.
His followers had no such ability; they were powerless to stop the Mountain King’s actions.
These subordinates were supposed to protect the Mountain King and then take revenge for him.
The day they would face a tough adversary was inevitable, but they hadn’t expected it to come so soon.
The Mountain King also hadn’t expected such an auspicious day to turn into his day of misfortune.
He felt that these two groups must be his curse, having done so many evil deeds for years without ever encountering someone so powerful.
Today, he definitely couldn’t die like this.
He regretted his arrogance in coming out; he should have fled through the secret passage in his house, for even a mightier foe couldn’t have found him immediately.
He should have taken those women with him!
Away from this stockade, he could again start anew.
With this thought, the Mountain King hardened his heart, used his Magical Treasure to dig into the ground, and burrowed underground.
Unconcerned with the Thunder Roar in the sky and his partners being struck down, he fled alone.
Aware of the Mountain King’s escape, Lai Jianlin, who had been on guard for their flight, used his Wood Spell.
He threw a few seeds underground, which took root and sprouted.
The roots of the seeds grew long, tracking the Mountain King until they bound him and pulled him up from below.
Almost all the people in the light circle were struck dead, and although they thought the Mountain King had escaped, he was unexpectedly captured again.
Everyone knew their deaths were certain today, and the Mountain King, bound like that, knew he couldn’t escape and was destined to die as well.
At this moment, he had to acknowledge one thing—karmic retribution.
Having committed so many evil deeds in the past, he never imagined himself being the one slaughtered.
Yet at this time, he did not regret his past misdeeds, for the pursuit of Longevity and joy required defying the heavens.