FRGNM -Chapter 278 Rampage

Silver Wolf pressed both claws against the ground, his body nearly frozen. He slowly turned his head, staring at the figure striding forward. His voice trembled: “Old Green, what… what are you doing?”

Buzz! The voice echoed inside his mind. Silver Wolf immediately clutched his head and retreated hastily.

The standing figure gazed coldly ahead. His azure eyes locked onto the giant serpent. Veins rolled along his temples as he extended a hand. “You… deserve to die!”

An aura from the depths of hell spread out. Visible green currents of energy swirled around him, enveloping him tightly. The towering figure vanished suddenly, and the serpent trembled violently, its massive body crashing to the side.

Boom! The entire mountain range shook violently, nearly collapsing. The figure in midair stepped lightly, disappearing once again.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The small figure mercilessly assaulted the giant serpent, like a ball bouncing in the palm of a hand, kicking it away with ease. How could mere “violence” even describe this?

Puff! “Old Green, are you alright? That was… insanely brutal!” Silver Wolf rubbed his chest, his jaw nearly hitting the ground. He stared in shock at the figure. In his mind, Old Green’s face and eyes were a hundred times more terrifying than usual.

Ling Ruoxi leapt from the rocks, panting. She looked at the figure ahead and shook her head. “I don’t know… his strength right now is completely overwhelming. What happened? How did it come to this?”

“You ask me? How would I know? It’s the Thousand-Demon Vine. That thing absorbed the Dou Qi inside our bodies. Maybe Old Green was suppressing something with his Dou Qi, and once it ran out, this is what happened,” Silver Wolf said, his silver eyes flashing. Yet he didn’t fully understand Old Green’s condition.

He quickly turned, scanning for Luo Mingyu, but the figure was gone. “Where’s Luo Mingyu? Where did he go?”

“Maybe still over there. For now, stop Old Green!” Ling Ruoxi growled and flipped forward, her Thunder Spear aiming at the giant serpent in the sky.

Boom! Her final kick caused the serpent’s massive body to explode outward instantly. The person in midair clenched their hands tightly, their trembling body undulating slightly, as if something inside their mind was about to burst. Veins around their eyes stood out even more.

Ling Ruoxi clenched her spear, retracting it swiftly. “Old Green, are you okay?”

“I…” Old Green opened his mouth, then a mouthful of blood sprayed out. He suddenly knelt midair, hands shielding himself. He growled, “I’m fine! Don’t come closer! Leave me alone, let me calm down… alone!”

He quickly closed his eyes, sitting cross-legged midair, hands protecting himself. A purple barrier formed around him, preventing anyone outside from breaking through.

A faint smile appeared on the lips of the watching figure. Clapping lightly, they glanced at Luo Mingyu. “Quite a show. Even they came out to play. Seems they’ve found someone to rely on. The power capable of opposing a giant serpent, even terrifying the Thousand-Demon Vine—it’s extraordinary.”

“Why did you bring us here?” Luo Mingyu asked softly. He wasn’t worried about Old Green; he knew his strength well. A mere giant serpent wasn’t enough to unsettle him.

Laughing, Yuwen Zhiyuan twirled his fingers in the air, then clasped them, speaking in a low tone: “I know. You came to Sword Pavilion for Zizhu. Even Silver Wolf brought you to me just to locate Zizhu. But…”

A glint appeared in his eyes. “Ten years ago, I sealed my abilities. I no longer divine for anyone. Want to know why?”

Ten years ago, he was adored, the romantic ideal in a girl’s heart. Now, a reckless wastrel, despised by all. The change was extreme. Yet the people before him had done nothing wrong, and still this drastic transformation had occurred. If he hadn’t changed, who—or what—had done this?

“Do you know why I tested you here?” Yuwen Zhiyuan asked with an arrogant smile, waving his sleeve. “Your strength is far from enough. Even if you gathered Zizhu and forged the Zizhu Divine Needles, it might not work. You’ve hidden the truth from Ling Ruoxi—her father, Ling Feng, has passed. Everything about Zizhu and the Divine Needles is a ruse. You think no one can obtain them, but she is extraordinary. Things that take others years or decades, she can accomplish in months.”

“You!” Luo Mingyu’s brow furrowed, impressed. This man truly knew everything.

Yuwen Zhiyuan chuckled, dragging his chin. “Of course, she will eventually succeed. I’m testing you to measure your strength. Congratulations—you’ve passed. You want me to leave the Sword Pavilion and divine for you? The enemies you’ll face are far worse than what you see now.”

“You really think we’ll ask you to leave?” Luo Mingyu sneered.

Yuwen Zhiyuan nodded. “Indeed. Otherwise, why would you visit the elders in the Sword Pavilion? I haven’t divined for anyone in ten years, thanks to them. And you might not realize—they’re connected to the imperial nobility. If I want to stay here, I must comply.”

“Then why stay instead of leaving?” Luo Mingyu asked softly.

“Waiting for you,” Yuwen Zhiyuan said, blinking innocently. That smile seemed pure, almost disarming.

Boom! The three figures ahead returned quickly, relieved to see nothing more dangerous. If this man had meddled further with Luo Mingyu, the outcome was unpredictable.

Silver Wolf had recovered, covering his long silver hair with a hat. He glared at Yuwen Zhiyuan. “Zhiyuan, why did you lie to me?”

“Uh…” Yuwen Zhiyuan’s mouth twitched. Ling Ruoxi and Old Green stared, bewildered. Wait, wasn’t this the man who casually spent 150 billion on pills at the trading arena? When did he become an insignificant figure looked down upon?

Unbeknownst to them, Yuwen Zhiyuan’s identities at the upper and lower tiers of society were completely distinct. The elites wouldn’t know him, and the lower tiers wouldn’t recognize the upper echelon. Thus, he could exist in both worlds—both the envied wealthy noble and the scorned commoner.

“No worries. You know I like to play, that’s all,” Yuwen Zhiyuan said, smiling faintly, revealing four pills in his hand.

Playful, mischievous…

Silver Wolf’s jaw twitched. His silver eyes gleamed as he stepped forward, punching Yuwen Zhiyuan in the chest. “After all these years, you’re still playing these games! Fun? I almost lost my life!”

“Yet here you are, alive and well. Head intact, arms unbroken. Where’s the danger?” Yuwen Zhiyuan laughed, rubbing his chest.

Straightening, he clapped his hands. “Alright, now you need to head to the Sword Pavilion.”

“Why?” Silver Wolf slumped, unconcerned with the small matters.

Yuwen Zhiyuan tapped his shoulder. “I said I’d follow you. The elders inside the Sword Pavilion are watching me—I can’t leave. Also… this commotion could destroy the entire Pavilion. I’ll try to protect the civilians and set up barriers. You must do your best too.”

“Uh…” Silver Wolf smiled wryly. But upon seeing what awaited in the Pavilion, his survival instinct and indomitable spirit surged. As Yuwen Zhiyuan said, it nearly destroyed the entire Sword Pavilion.

A gentle wind rose. The figures returned to the Pavilion city. Night fell. The people asleep had no idea what was about to happen.

Purple Dou Qi guided the way, forming a barrier with top-tier spirit stones, protecting the Pavilion. All defensive formations focused on the Sword Pavilion tower—the most critical location.

“Let’s hope I can save them.” The figure sat casually, one arm supporting their body, eyes slowly closing.

Buzz! A massive golden light blazed forth like a descending god, then vanished instantly.

The Sword Pavilion’s formation activated. At its peak, a figure slowly opened their silver-white eyes. Their aged face looked forward. “Disaster rises once more.”

Countless weapons filled the space, even the rare Fang Tian Huaji polearm. The eighteen martial weapons radiated killing intent. Whoever wielded them must have been extraordinary.

“Amazing!” Silver Wolf’s hands glowed as he reached toward the injured. His expression immediately turned pale, his face shifting dramatically.

“What’s wrong?” Ling Ruoxi froze slightly, instinctively pressing down on the staff in Silver Wolf’s hands. His black pupils constricted. Countless images flashed before her eyes.