Chapter 2107 - 2104: Your Methods Are Useless!

The familiar aura was like a key, instantly unlocking his sealed memories.

As someone who had crossed over from the mortal world, if not for the search for the Three-Life Stone, why would he toil in this eerie Netherworld?

Now, the people of the Netherworld were actually attacking him with Yang Energy—wasn’t this like showing off one’s skill before an expert?

The Ying sisters, Ying Youwei and Ying Youlu, were already frightened to the point of losing color, clinging tightly to each other, their delicate bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Yet Xu Wendong remained calm, his demeanor unfazed, as a faint halo rose around him, absorbing all the seven-colored divine light.

It was known that the creatures of the Netherworld were naturally wary of Yang Energy, harm coming upon contact, yet he remained unharmed, looking even more composed.

"Hahaha, is this your method?" Xu Wendong laughed aloud, a playful gleam in his eyes: "What a coincidence, this power, I’m all too familiar with it!"

Before the words finished, he had already shot forward like an arrow, his saber and axe in hand, carrying a terrifying momentum, crashing down on Elder Qian’s head like Mount Tai.

"Not good!"

Elder Qian’s expression changed drastically, trying to evade in haste but was still a beat too slow.

An audible thud sounded as if a giant hammer struck his head, causing him to stagger back a few steps, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Not far away, Zhuo Yang widened his eyes, his jaw almost dropping to the ground — Elder Qian’s killing move had no effect on Xu Wendong at all?

"Who is this guy anyway?" A tempest stirred within Zhuo Yang’s heart.

The Painting Saint was equally shocked; even at his peak, he had to be cautious of the power of Yang Energy, yet Xu Wendong not only wasn’t avoiding it but seemed to enjoy it!

"I don’t believe it!" Elder Qian roared, bloodshot eyes filled with fury.

The small tower in his hand shone even brighter, pouring seven-colored divine light down like a torrential rain, but these forces, upon contacting Xu Wendong’s body, were absorbed as if sinking into the sea.

Xu Wendong stretched his body comfortably, a mocking arc forming at the corner of his lips: "Such a petty trick!" With that, his axe flashed with cold light, aiming directly at Elder Qian’s throat.

Elder Qian retreated in haste, barely dodging the fatal strike.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Xu Wendong’s saber came sweeping with a whooshing sound.

Xu Wendong, at Ghost Control Realm First Level, each move and strike contained enough power to threaten his life.

"Boy, you won’t kill me!" Elder Qian roared, exhausted, forming hand seals rapidly, sending out five ferocious ghosts erupting from him, transforming into pitch-black armor, tightly enveloping him in a fearsome aura that distorted the surrounding air.

"Hahaha, I knew it!" Zhuo Yang jumped up excitedly: "Even if he’s entered Ghost Control Realm, he still can’t defeat Elder Qian!"

"Is that so?" Xu Wendong sneered coldly, as a flame-like soul arose abruptly around him.

That soul was the Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire Divine Soul he had subdued, now transforming into blazing flames entwined around his saber.

Xu Wendong swung his saber, and the blade’s path produced an ear-piercing crackling sound, with a scorching heat wave rolling out like a hurricane!

Elder Qian’s face turned deathly pale, wanting to evade but too late. The fiery blade aura cut through the ghost-formed armor, shattering it effortlessly.

"What? Impossible!" Elder Qian’s eyes widened in terror, not having time to react as Xu Wendong executed the Dark Dragon Roaming Step, appearing behind him like a ghost.

"Die!"

Xu Wendong shouted violently, and his Mountain Splitting River Breaking Axe, infused with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire’s power, descended with the might to open the heavens and earth.

Elder Qian felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet to his head, his terror rendering him motionless, only able to watch helplessly as Xu Wendong’s axe came down!

"Pfft!" Blood sprayed like a fountain, and Elder Qian’s body was split in two.

The axe, still blazing with fierce flames, seemed to narrate the ferocity of the battle.

Quick-witted, Xu Wendong grabbed the small tower falling from Elder Qian’s hand and casually tore off the storage bag from his waist.

The collection of a Ghost-controlling Realm Fifth-Level expert must be invaluable, just right to fill the void of this "poor man."

"Did he... kill?" Ying Youwei covered her mouth, her eyes full of shock and ecstasy.

Ying Youlu was so excited tears welled up: "Brother Xu is truly amazing!"

Zhuo Yang stood dumbfounded, his expression richly varied.

After a long pause, he awoke as if from a dream, turning tail to run: "Run... quickly run!"

"Trying to escape?" Xu Wendong’s lips curled into a cold arc, gently raising his hand, and twelve Thunder Swords unsheathed instantly, drawing purple lightning in the air, forming an impenetrable sword array.

The thundernous light flickered, and Zhuo Yang let out a wretched shriek, his entire being consumed by the terrifying power of thunder and lightning, turning into a wisp of green smoke dispersing in the air.

Ying Youwei’s eyes welled with tears, the weight in her heart finally lifted—the tyrant who forced her to marry him would never threaten her again.

"This is wonderful!" Ying Youlu excitedly hugged her sister: "Sister, you’re free!"

Xu Wendong casually opened Elder Qian’s storage bag, dazzled by the treasures inside.

Twenty million Nether Crystals emitted a faint glow within the bag, alongside various rare elixirs, powerful Netherworld Talismans, and gleaming treasures, a dazzling array too numerous to list.

"We’ve struck gold!" Xu Wendong couldn’t help but laugh, retrieving twenty million Nether Crystals and handing them separately to the Ying sisters: "Ten million each, take it."

Ying Youwei’s eyes reddened, her voice choked: "Brother Xu, we haven’t done anything, yet you’re so good to us, how could we possibly deserve this?"

"No worries," Xu Wendong raised an eyebrow with a smile, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes: "Just serve me well in the future."

The Ying sisters exchanged glances, lowering their heads with a tender blush.

This battle not only regained their freedom but also convinced them that the man before them was worth a lifetime of devotion.

After dividing the Nether Crystals among the Ying sisters, Xu Wendong stroked Elder Qian’s storage bag with a meaningful smile.

The bag’s opening shimmered faintly; as he reached in, the small tower that once shone with seven-colored divine light fell into his palm. Its body emitting a gentle glow, as if holding the secrets of another world.

"This thing is quite a rarity." He murmured, gently tracing the tower’s intricate patterns with his finger.

As a cultivator who had crossed from the mortal world, his body’s Yang Energy inherently clashed with the Netherworld’s frigid aura, flickering like a candle in the wind.

Now, with this tower capable of nurturing Yang Energy, it was like providing a windbreaker for the wavering candle.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but raise an amused eyebrow, casting a sidelong glance at the Ying sisters: "No need to worry about being ’drained’ anymore."

Before the words finished, a yellowed sheepskin map slipped from the storage bag.

Xu Wendong picked up the map, the coarse texture felt under his fingertips, the fine sheepskin material remained tough despite the passage of time.

"What is this?" He unfolded the map, with mottled ink forming complex lines and markings.