Primordial Cultivator

Yang Wei managed to avoid their detection as he hid a bush slowly for the perfect opportunity.

'The two disciples from the Azure Sword Sect are currently exhausted with their true qi almost depleted. Xiao Wei can finish off those two while I will fight against this Old Jiang.'

Yang Wei was planning his strategy ahead of time but did not rush at all. He was pretty sure that Old Lang would not just lie down and accept his death.

Not after his disciples were completely annihilated by Old Jiang who is busy taunting him.

Yang Wei will become the fisherman of this battle where he will wait until the time is right before getting the deed done.

Working smart but not hard is the greatest achievement one can accomplish in their life.

"Old Lang, we have been enemies for a long time but it seems like lady luck is on my side this time." Old Jiang laughed evilly as he finally got rid of his long-term enemy.

"Heh, so you've been plotting this ever since we entered the mystery realm." Old Lang laughed miserably when he realized how careless he was to fall into a trap by this scheming bastard.

Old Jiang glanced at his two disciples without speaking any words.

The two disciples knew it was his signal to order them to attack Old Lang.

Although they were confused why Old Jiang would make them do the final killing, they were happy to know they're the last one standing.

Old Jiang has promised them a high-grade spiritual treasure as a reward before the fight begins so it was obvious they've all worked hard.

Without hesitation, the two disciples merely glance at each other before rushing in for the final kill.

Between the two of them, only one is eligible for the final reward so they need to be quick.

Meanwhile, Old Jiang sneered inwardly at these two. 'Hmph, ignorant disciples are the best. Did you really think I would offer you high-grade spiritual treasures?'

Old Lang realized that the old fox was unwilling to do the final kill on him which ruined his plan.

'Curses, to think I tried to self detonate my spiritual core to die with him once he came closer. Now I can only risk that the radius of destruction can reach him.' Old Lang smiled bitterly when he knew he was a shortcoming in terms of scheming things like Old Jiang.

"Die," The two disciples screamed at the same time as they prepared to slash their swords at Old Lang who was too exhausted to even lift a finger.

Closing his eyes to accept his fate, Old Lang rapidly rotated his spiritual core for detonation.

"Not good," The two disciples realized he was self-destructing and tried to retreat but Old Jiang from behind smirked.

"Don't say I'm a bad friend, Old Lang. My two disciples shall accompany you to the underworld." Old Jiang laughed as he flicked his hand and the wind impact caused the two disciples to get closer to Old Lang.

Instantly, they became petrified and pale as they turned to face their elder in disbelief that he would push them to death.

"Elder Jiang," They screamed in panic but alas, Old Lang had already activated his core destruction as the explosion occurred.

Old Jiang managed to retreat in time while the two disciples screamed in agony as they faced the full impact of the explosion.

"Hahaha, all these treasures are mine now. No one can figure out what happened here," Old Jiang smiled as he started to change his appearance and attire.

From now on, Old Jiang has disappeared, seemingly dying alongside the rest of the disciples when in reality, he would be assuming a new identity with treasures that can rival people in the Houtian realm.

As Old Jiang scattered the dust from the explosion, he walked forward to confirm the death of his two disciples and Old Lang.

There was no way he would walk away without knowing if they drew their last breath or were pretending to be dead.

'Heh, so it seemed one of them indeed survived by using the other person as a barrier to tank the damage,' Old Jiang said inwardly when he saw one of the disciples was still breathing.

The disciple who thought he could pretend to be dead to run away later started trembling.

His mouth twitched and he started pissing his pants when Old Jiang smiled menacingly at him.

"You are a lucky one, young man," Old Jiang said as he raised his hand.

"N-No, please spare me, Elder Jiang. I will not tell anyone a single thing about what happened today." The disciple shouted in panic and pleaded for mercy.

Old Jiang gave a pondering expression and a few moments later, he nodded his head with a sigh as he lowered his hand.

The disciple sigh in relief as he prepares to say, "T-Thank yo-"

BOOOOM

Old Jiang decimated his head before the disciple could complete his gratitude as he wiped off the blood that splatter in his robe.

"I believe you will not tell anyone a single thing when you're dead. I praise you for trying to be sneaky but I'm even more insidious than you." Old Jiang smirked as he walked ahead to Old Lang's corpse.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk, a genius swordsman. A never-before-seen talent. I laugh at the ridiculous words that these ignorant beings gave you. I'm the most talented and greatest swordsman. You are nothing but an ant for me to step on." Old Jiang shouted as he kicked his corpse.

Afterward, he crouched down slightly to look at the spatial ring away in his finger.

'Everything you once owned now belongs to me.' Old Jiang sliced off the finger that's holding the spatial ring with his sword as he took it off.

Holding the spatial ring made of jade, Old Jiang laughed with countless corpses surrounding him.

"I'm the king and those who defied me are met with death only." Old Jiang turned around to leave the scene but not for long.

Slash

Suddenly, a small blinking sword pierced his heart with another sword piercing his spiritual core.

Old Jiang held a disbelief expression when he saw a person in front of him.

Raising his finger to point at the person in front of him, he tried to speak but couldn't make any noise as he drew his final breath as well.