Chapter 1782: Chapter 1809: Caught in One’s Own Trap
"The show is about to begin."
The disciples from various clans stood up, waiting for the moment when the space channel stabilized. No one realized that someone was bold enough to want to kill everyone right before returning.
"Brother Liu, it’s all thanks to you leading the team that we’ve gained so much wealth. Today, as we part ways, we’ll be entering secluded cultivation. Who knows when we’ll meet again? I will definitely speak highly of Brother Liu to the elders in my clan!"
"Yes, yes, thank you so much, Brother Liu!"
More than thirty disciples and cultivators stood up, bowed to Liu Yun, and saluted. This time they gained substantial benefits. Although they couldn’t take every treasure, the resources allocated from several treasured sites were a significant wealth, far beyond what they could obtain alone.
"There’s no need to thank me, everyone. The abundant resources you’ve obtained for me, I will gladly keep today."
Liu Yun stood up, a sinister smile curving at the corners of his mouth, and spoke calmly.
"Brother Liu, what do you mean by this?"
Everyone looked puzzled, seeing Liu Yun’s demeanor change from his usual uprightness to something unfamiliar.
"Selling yourself out and counting the money for others? What so-called prodigies from various clans, nothing more than a rabble."
"Today, all your gains are a wedding dress for me. Do not harbor resentment in the netherworld; in your next life, don’t enter the cultivation world again."
Liu Yun laughed loudly, clasped his hands together, and conjured a giant golden talisman to stick to the ground. In an instant, a brilliant glow emanated as the talismans he had secretly placed started to shine with dazzling lights. Golden threads connected, crisscrossing to form a mysterious totem pattern.
More than half of the cultivators were enveloped within it.
"What is this?"
"Brother Liu, what are you...?"
The surrounding cultivators panicked, hurriedly activating their cultivation techniques and taking out magic treasures to protect themselves, as if facing a great enemy.
Suddenly trapped within an unknown formation, everyone was caught off guard.
"Liu Yun, it’s you!"
"My Yang Clan never feuded with you, why do this? Aren’t you afraid of being held accountable by various clans?"
The cultivators realized and glared at Liu Yun with anger.
"Accountable?"
"This is the ancient battlefield, full of dangers. Even if most of you die here, what can the higher-ups say?"
"Blame it on your bad luck!"
With killing intent blooming from Liu Yun’s eyes, the formation took shape. He was confident in his victory, planning to first eliminate the cultivators within the formation, plunder their resources, then offer some benefits to those who slipped through the net outside the formation, ensuring no one would dare speak out after leaving.
"Hypocrite, is this your true face? But do you really think you alone can extermination all of us?"
"Fellow cultivators, let’s rise together and kill this scoundrel to break the formation!"
From within the crowd, a spear-wielding man stepped out, the long spear aiming directly at Liu Yun’s throat.
"Ants, I never intended to share resources with you. By killing you, all resources will belong to the Liu Family alone. From now on, the Eastern Land will no longer be dominated by the Clan of the Heavenly Gods."
Liu Yun drew the sword from his waist. Its body was a deep blue, named Ice Essence, and he swung it down without even glancing at the incoming person.
A wave of blue sword qi swept through, the cultivator’s head soaring high, blood spilling three feet before the body fell.
Everyone was shocked, involuntarily stepping back a few paces, intimidated by this power. A one-hit kill, this Liu Family genius had hidden his strength.
"I’m not afraid to tell you, beneath your feet lies a fragment of ancient slaughter formation, containing a trace of kingly killing intent. A single misstep can lead to instant annihilation of both form and spirit, and the Gate of Life of this formation keeps changing every moment. You might as well spare the effort trying to deduce its location from my movements."
Liu Yun was pleased, even boasting about the marvels of this formation.
Then he walked to the edge of the formation, directly opposite Li Xiaobai and the other three.
"Two Immortals, would you be interested in joining me? As long as you’re willing to follow me, I could share a portion of these ants’ wealth with you."
"Half the resources of the ancient battlefield, even you would find it hard to resist. Once I kill them, the Liu Family will quickly rise and become the predominant power in the Eastern Land. Follow me now, and you’ll soon prosper."
Liu Yun wore a confident smile, feeling very pleased with himself.
In his eyes were only the beauties; people like Li Xiaobai never held any interest, never entered his Dharma Eye.
"Uh, Brother Liu, what gives you such confidence?"
Li Xiaobai watched Liu Yun’s performance, almost reluctant to interrupt his pleasant fantasy.
"Brother Li, I respect you as a genius from a major power, so I won’t bicker with you. Hand over the two Immortals beside you to me, and our families can still interact amicably."
"Now that the formation is connected to my will, I can expand its coverage with a single thought."
"You don’t want to die here, do you?"
Liu Yun’s eyes turned icy, looking down on Li Xiaobai with the eyes of one looking at a dead man.
"Then go ahead and move your mind."
"I’m quite looking forward to it."
Li Xiaobai stared with innocent wide eyes, speaking earnestly.
"Courting death!"
"Oh well, since the beauties are unwilling, I’ll have to be forceful."
Liu Yun pointed the Ice Essence Sword, his aura retracted to the extreme. Behind Li Xiaobai and the other three, a golden rune was being swiftly drawn, then imprinted on the ground, becoming a node for expanding the formation.
But after the talisman fell, nothing happened. The formation didn’t expand, the air remained silent.
"Hmm?"
"Indeed, an ancient slaughter formation, it’s not easy to command it even with a mind-to-mind connection. But for me, it’s just a bit more effort."
Liu Yun raised his sword again, focusing and pointing to the sky. A golden talisman formed instantly, faster than before. Yet, at the moment of touching the ground, it shattered immediately, and nothing happened.
Two consecutive failures made even the boldest Liu Yun sense something amiss.
"What’s happening?"
"Is the formation malfunctioning?"
"It shouldn’t be."
Li Xiaobai unearthed the soil and picked up a golden talisman: "Brother Liu, do you know what it means to be ensnared by your own trap?"
Liu Yun’s face changed: "You did this!"
"From the beginning, my servant noticed your malicious intent, plus you’ve been flirting with my maidservant, making her quite unhappy. So she secretly altered your formation a bit."
"Now, all the power of this ancient slaughter formation is focused on its edge, meaning it’s safe inside the formation. But stepping out will lead to obliteration."
"You’ve made a cage for yourself, trapping everyone inside. As for the way out, I think it’s quite clear to everyone by now."
Li Xiaobai stood up and said, his voice echoing across the wasteland.
The light in the cultivators’ eyes reignited. The formation was altered, becoming a cage trapping everyone inside, meaning the culprit, Liu Yun, couldn’t leave either.
And the way for them to leave—what else could it be but to kill the mastermind controlling the core hub, allowing the formation to self-destruct?
In an instant, the combined wrath and killing intent of hundreds of disciples locked onto Liu Yun.
"Brother Liu, let’s have a good talk."