The beast-transformed Wu Lu let out a series of sharp roars from his throat, his crimson eyes devoid of any trace of reason.
ROAR—
With a mighty bellow, Wu Lu unleashed his tentacles, densely packed like the Tang Sect's hidden weapon, the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, shooting towards Ye Kunlun.
Ye Kunlun waved his hand, and a protective spiritual energy blocked the myriad of tentacles.
HISS HISS—
The nauseating tentacles seemed to come alive, gnawing at Ye Kunlun's spiritual energy, rendering it riddled with holes in an instant.
The terrifying tentacles also grew a size larger.
Only then did Ye Kunlun get a clear look at the tentacles, their sharp teeth seemingly capable of biting through any profound iron.
They lunged at Ye Kunlun again!
*Clack!*
Ye Kunlun snapped his fingers, and the Pure Yang Fire leaped out three zhang high, incinerating the charging insects completely!!
AHHH—
Ye Kunlun's Pure Yang Fire was incredibly potent, burning the attacking insects to mere ashes.
Wu Lu screamed in agony. With a powerful thrust of his thick legs against the ground, he instantly leaped up, lunging at Ye Kunlun.
Concurrently, killing intent emanated from all directions of the Illusion Formation, as if a pair of eyes were spying on the scene.
Ye Kunlun frowned, sensing the presence of the Witch God. He condensed his divine sense into a divine sword and thrust it directly towards the direction of the spying presence!
"Die!"
Wu Lu opened his mouth wide, lunging to bite Ye Kunlun.
Ye Kunlun unleashed a palm strike, the blade-like energy illuminating the Illusion Formation.
With a swift motion, he severed the grotesque, inhuman head of Wu Lu!!
*Gurgle gurgle.*
Upon Wu Lu's death, his beast-transformed body instantly dissolved into a pool of foul pus.
"Break!"
Ye Kunlun roared, his immense power shattering the Illusion Formation!
In the small courtyard, only the headless corpse of Wu Lu remained.
"Since I've found you, you're not getting away!"
Ye Kunlun moved, directly pursuing the void.
The Witch God's aura was faint, and though its speed was extreme, it couldn't escape Ye Kunlun's divine sense.
After more than ten minutes, the surrounding city had disappeared, replaced by dense jungle and towering mountain ranges below.
"You can't escape!"
Ye Kunlun brought together the index and middle fingers of his right hand, pointed at the sky, and shouted, "Lightning, come!"
*RUMBLE—*
With a thunderous clap, a lightning bolt as thick as an arm directly struck the aura of the escaping Witch God!
*BANG—*
Half a mountain was blasted into rolling stones and debris by the falling lightning.
Ye Kunlun shifted his steps, seemingly traversing space, and intercepted the aura.
"Hee hee..."
Before Ye Kunlun stood a scarecrow, scorched black by lightning, half its body gone.
Its eerie face bore a chilling smile.
"Another puppet!"
Ye Kunlun's eyes blazed with killing intent.
He had already guessed that the previous encounter wasn't with the Witch God's true form, and this time, the aura was equally weak, making it impossible for it to be the Witch God himself!
"Hee hee..."
The puppet chuckled, "It's not time yet. We are not meant to meet. Remember to find your grandfather, or he will die a miserable death..."
"Do you know where the Land of Ten Thousand Deaths is?" Ye Kunlun's gaze sharpened.
Clearly, the other party not only knew his grandfather was in the Land of Ten Thousand Deaths but also where it was located.
"The previous exchange only informed you of your grandfather's whereabouts, not the location of the Land of Ten Thousand Deaths," the straw puppet spoke. "You can offer something in exchange."
It seemed the other party had no doubts about the incomplete map Ye Kunlun had given.
"What do you want?" Ye Kunlun asked.
"The Wordless Book!"
The puppet giggled, its expression unchanging.
Ye Kunlun's heart stirred. He hadn't expected the other party to know about the Wordless Book, let alone desire it.
"I don't have the Wordless Book!"
Ye Kunlun replied coldly.
"No hurry. When you give me the Wordless Book, I will tell you the whereabouts of the Land of Ten Thousand Deaths. But you must hurry."
"The Land of Ten Thousand Deaths can change at any moment. Even I might not know its location then."
*Bang—*
With that said, the straw puppet exploded into a pile of straw fragments.
Ye Kunlun's face was filled with coldness, as if the Witch God had anticipated his plans in the capital all along, and everything was within its scheme.
What surprised him even more was that the other party knew he intended to obtain the Wordless Book from the Seven Families of the Capital.
Everything felt as if the Witch God understood him deeply.
However, besides his parents and grandfather, the only ones who knew him best were the one hundred and eight masters of Kunlun!
Ye Kunlun's expression shifted from grim to uncertain as he analyzed the residual aura of the Witch God's puppet, trying to glean any useful clues, but found none.
He believed there were definitely other puppets of the Witch God in the capital.
It seemed that to understand more, he either had to find another puppet of the Witch God or quickly acquire the Wordless Book.
Making up his mind, Ye Kunlun returned to the Dong Tu Manor.
"My Lord!"
Bai Yi rushed forward to salute Ye Kunlun, "I left one alive; the rest have been dealt with!"
Ye Kunlun glanced at the captive and said indifferently, "You have only one chance to speak!"
"The great Witch God protects me!"
With that, a stream of black blood flowed from his mouth, his head lolled to the side, and he died.
"My Lord, this..."
Bai Yi was surprised by the man's suicide. "Your subordinate has failed in his duty; I beg for your punishment!"
"You may go. There might be other members of the Witch clan in the capital. Continue your search!"
Ye Kunlun waved his hand, dismissing Bai Yi.
Afterward, he returned to the exhibition hall of the Wen Xin Art Exhibition.
"Is everything resolved?"
Tang Zhuozhuo, seeing Ye Kunlun return, walked over to inquire.
Ye Kunlun grunted in affirmation.
"You carry such heavy killing intent."
Yan Wenxin, standing beside Tang Zhuozhuo, frowned as she looked at Ye Kunlun. "Did you just kill someone?"
"I did," Ye Kunlun replied calmly.
Yan Wenxin raised her hand and made a peculiar gesture, a mystical aura surging towards Ye Kunlun.
Ye Kunlun allowed Yan Wenxin to proceed.
"A truly exquisite heart," Ye Kunlun said with a smile as he looked at Yan Wenxin, who retracted her hand. "It's just a pity."
"A pity for what?" Yan Wenxin blinked her pure, bright eyes, which were like the purest gems in the world.
"A pity that you were born into the Yan family," Ye Kunlun replied faintly.
Upon hearing this, Yan Wenxin chuckled, "You are such an interesting person. How does my being born into the Yan family relate to my exquisite heart?"
"The Yan family is entangled in too much karma. Even with an exquisite heart, you will be bound by it," Ye Kunlun said, looking at the smiling Yan Wenxin.
Yan Wenxin remained silent and pulled Tang Zhuozhuo aside, asking, "Zhuozhuo, which painting do you like the most? I'll give it to you."
"I'll give you one too,"
Yan Wenxin smiled at Ye Kunlun.