Chapter 42: Wang Chu Actually Knows Someone This Powerful? The Asura of Cause and Effect!

"Why did you save me?"

Chuxue looked up and down at the muscular young man wearing a pig-head mask.

She noticed that, much like Wang Chu, he gave off no spiritual fluctuations whatsoever.

The only difference was that while Wang Chu appeared amiable, the person before her was brimming with a murderous aura so terrifying it was shocking.

So terrifying, in fact, that the mighty Master of the Lone Star Sect was currently cowering behind a pillar, trembling uncontrollably.

He didn't even dare to make a peep.

"He told me to come."

The pig-headed youth gave an ambiguous reply, not specifying who "he" actually referred to.

Yet, Chuxue understood instantly.

That "he" had to be Wang Chu!

This realization filled Chuxue with astonishment.

She would never have imagined that Wang Chu was acquainted with someone so formidable.

From the looks of it, his identity was certainly far from simple.

At the very least, he was much more than just the owner of a store dealing in weddings and funerals.

"Let's go. I still have to rush off and slaughter the New Year pig."

The pig-headed youth urged.

Chuxue snapped back to her senses from her shock:

"Oh, right. Thank you."

The young man beneath the mask offered a simple, honest smile:

"Hehe, no need to thank me. I was just passing by to lend a hand, and figured I could kill a few extra pigs along the way."

Chuxue returned the smile, glanced once at Dugu Jue hiding behind the pillar, and stepped toward the shattered doorway.

The pig-headed youth immediately followed.

The two of them quickly vanished within the grand hall.

Seeing them depart, Dugu Jue finally let out the breath he had been holding in his chest.

This was only the second time in his life he had experienced the sensation of surviving a catastrophe.

The last time he felt this way, that feeling had also been brought about by the pig-headed youth—only back then, Chuxue was not by his side.

"Why would the Lone Star Seven get involved with a monster like this?"

Dugu Jue reached out to pinch his chin, but before he could puzzle out the answer, the pig-headed youth, who had just left, turned right back around.

At this sight, Dugu Jue wore a bitter expression, gripped by panic and dread.

He backed away step by step with trembling limbs, and in a slightly aggrieved tone, pleaded:

"I've already given her to you. What... what are you coming back for?"

If, in Dugu Jue's eyes, most of the disciples of the Lone Star Sect were merely livestock he raised at his whim...

Then at this very moment, before the pig-faced youth, Dugu Jue was nothing more than livestock himself.

A piece of livestock wagging its tail and begging for mercy, praying only that the pig-headed youth would spare his life.

Holding his blade, the pig-headed youth gazed at Dugu Jue, who wore a look of nervous panic inside the grand hall, much like someone looking at a pig in a pen waiting to be slaughtered—his expression cold and indifferent.

"I almost forgot, there's still a pig left unslaughtered."

Dugu Jue widened his eyes, and out of shame turned to anger, snapped furiously:

"Don't push your luck too far!"

The pig-headed youth looked puzzled:

"Where is there anyone else?"

Dugu Jue froze, the flames of fury reigniting in his heart and burning ever brighter:

"Don't think this sovereign is truly afraid of you!"

Countless black shadows suddenly surged around Dugu Jue, densely packing the entire floor and walls of the grand hall to the brim.

They resembled wild, proliferating vines, spreading endlessly outward.

Aside from a tiny patch of ground right around the pig-headed youth's feet, no other area was left unoccupied by the "black vines."

All other regions—including the entire Cangyun Mountain and a vast expanse of land surrounding it—were conquered by these black vines in the blink of an eye!

Facing an attack of such terrifying might, the pig-headed youth still showed no spiritual fluctuations. He hoisted his blade onto his shoulder and said indifferently:

"So many ants."

Upon hearing this, Dugu Jue was consumed by rage.

This was his trump card, his ultimate technique, yet the pig-headed youth had the audacity to call it ants—simply arrogant!

He said in a chilling voice:

"The very ants in your eyes can take your life in an instant!"

As he spoke, the dense black shadows carpeting the inside and outside of the grand hall instantly converged, transforming into a pitch-black torrent that rushed toward the soles of the pig-headed youth's feet.

That previously untouched patch of ground was also contaminated in that instant, turning pitch black.

Watching the darkened earth, Dugu Jue could not help but harbor high expectations.

Prior to this, Dugu Jue had encountered many formidable foes.

The most powerful among them had only ever forced him to release ninety-nine Soul-Seizing Lone Shadows before directly stripping away their souls and refining them into black shadows as well.

Yet now, facing the terrifying pig-headed youth before him.

Dugu Jue had gone all out right from the start, unleashing every single Soul-Seizing Lone Shadow he had accumulated over the years in one massive wave to attack the youth.

Against an assault like this, even a grandmaster of the Sixth Tribulation would inevitably meet their doom.

He refused to believe the youth could emerge completely unscathed.

If he could use this chance to seize the youth's soul and refine it into a new lone shadow, then Dugu Jue's all-out gamble today wouldn't be a total loss...

However, what happened next completely defied Dugu Jue's expectations.

Seeing that the dark river formed by the shadows had already reached the youth's feet, and even started pouring into his body,

the youth still stood motionlessly in place, showing no intention of dodging or defending himself.

After a moment of shock, Dugu Jue smiled.

Underestimating one's opponent always carried a heavy price.

Even if this fiendish pig-slaughtering Asura possessed boundless cultivation and killed without blinking, he most certainly possessed a soul.

And once the black shadows entered his body, his soul would have to face the onslaught of those very shadows.

One must know that these black shadows had been refined over tens of thousands of years from the souls of countless elite powerhouses.

How could a single person's soul possibly withstand the attacks of so many souls combined?

Furthermore, while the pig-headed youth was busy fending off these shadow attacks, he would have zero leisure to look after his external body.

Dugu Jue was certainly not going to stand foolishly in place and squander such a prime opportunity for an ambush.

"Hmph, it seems this pig-slaughtering Asura is nothing special after all. I must have misjudged him earlier, hence..."

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Before Dugu Jue could finish his self-satisfied murmuring,

he suddenly heard footsteps echoing beside his ear.

When he looked back toward the pig-headed youth, he was petrified on the spot.

What was it that he saw?!

He saw the pig-headed youth, wearing a blank expression and holding his blade, walking step by step toward him!

Those black torrents drilling ceaselessly into his body from the soles of his feet seemed to have caused not even the slightest sliver of damage to his soul—not even a hint of interference!

Dugu Jue retreated step by step, muttering in disbelief:

"Th-this is impossible! This shouldn't be the outcome!"

The pig-headed youth remained silent, showing no interest in explaining the reason behind it.

With a flash of his figure, he was standing directly behind Dugu Jue in the blink of an eye.

By the time Dugu Jue reacted, his vision was already spinning wildly.

Then, he caught sight of the back of the youth's heels.

For cultivators at the Divine Transformation realm and above, decapitation did not spell true death.

As long as their divine sense remained, cultivators could easily resurrect using a surrogate body.

However, the strike delivered by the pig-headed youth was different; it was a divine ability.

The ability was known as [Karmic Asura].

With this single slash of his, all karma tethering the cultivator was instantly severed, and their soul would shatter along with the broken karma.

Like a headless pig, Dugu Jue perished in short order, his existence wiped clean from heaven and earth.

The pig-headed youth raised his blade with his right hand, rubbed the edge with his left, and then walked out of the grand hall.

As he reached the doorway, he muttered under his breath:

"This pig was too old. Ruined a good blade."