Chapter 693: The Demonic Eyes Explode

Having reached the Nascent Soul realm on a physical level, Wang Baole was better able to unleash the potential speed a late-stage Nascent Soul realm cultivator was capable of. The speed he had originally been capable of had already surpassed that of his peers. With the additional boost from his Thearch Armor, he was now as fast as a Soul Conduit realm cultivator. This augmented speed received an extra boost from the power unleashed by his Stellar Nascent Soul, allowing him to be even faster than an early-stage Soul Conduit realm cultivator. With the final push from the strange Demonic Eye Art, his speed was utterly shocking!

If one were merely hurrying from one place to another, such speed might not be as useful as teleportation. However, it possessed an advantage that teleportation lacked. The process of acceleration allowed one to accumulate power. The principle for such accumulation had long been established and proven by the Federation thousands of years ago. Power was the result of strength multiplied by speed!

Wang Baole’s physical strength and the boost provided by his Thearch Armor, when combined with his extraordinary speed, resulted in an incredible power that now rushed towards the second trapped Never-Ending Clan Soul Conduit realm cultivator like a meteor. It rumbled and thundered in its charge, passing through the vast hordes of souls in an instant. The second Never-Ending Clan cultivator stood shocked, his pupils contracted, as Wang Baole smashed into him with the overwhelming power of a meteor!

The Never-Ending Clan cultivator let loose a loud howl. As the overpowering threat of death loomed over him, alarm bells rang loudly in his head. He raised both of his arms abruptly, and four additional arms burst out from his sides. Six arms—two tightened their hands into fists, another two had their palms open, and the last two came together to form a series of hand seals—shifted to defend as he tried his best to stop Wang Baole.

Thunder crashed, and the skies rumbled. Energy shock waves surged and flooded the area, spirit energy rippled through space like vast waves, and masses of souls shrieked and retreated. The Never-Ending Clan cultivator spat blood out of his mouth as he too was forced back. Shock filled his face and incredulity colored his eyes as he attempted to escape.

It was too late. Wang Baole approached with the speed of a shooting star, and the demonic eyes hovering at his back opened once again. Power that rendered all living things immobile was unleashed once more. Wang Baole could hear a distinct roar inside him, urging him to kill.

The Never-Ending Clan cultivator who had been madly retreating stumbled to a standstill as soon as the demonic eye fluttered open. A dazed cloud fell over his eyes. The black eye behind Wang Baole stared. Its gaze seemed to have transformed into a physical prison that trapped the Never-Ending Clan cultivator, holding him still in the middle of space!Read more chapters at L isnovel

He could have struggled. In fact, given sufficient time, the Never-Ending Clan cultivator might have been able to free himself with ease, but he was now trapped in a fierce battle for his life. Every second was precious!

The price he paid for that moment of immobility was heavy. Wang Baole approached instantly. Without even activating his Divine Armament, he lifted his right hand and pressed his open palm on the Never-Ending Clan cultivator’s head!

He unleashed Flame Snatch!

The Never-Ending Clan cultivator’s body shriveled up amidst thunderous booms. It shrank and collapsed into itself, like a ball suddenly squeezed of all air!

He wasn’t done yet, he also unleashed the Demonic Eye Art!

The Never-Ending Clan cultivator’s soul was ripped out of his body instantly. It transformed into a sliver of white light that shot straight into the demonic eye. A third eye materialized next to Wang Baole. The Never-Ending Clan cultivator, drained of his flesh and blood and rid of his soul, turned to dust instantly, becoming gray specks that drifted into space.

The third Never-Ending Clan cultivator, surrounded and trapped by souls, and the fourth, engaged in fierce battle with Feng Qiuran, saw the entire thing. Alarm and shock flooded them. They were beset by an incredible, indescribable feeling. The emotions that Wang Baole inspired in them at that moment were simply beyond description. The power he was displaying was simply overwhelming!

He had slain two Soul Conduit realm cultivators within a short period of time. The feat itself would have struck fear into the heart of any Soul Conduit realm cultivator. What made Wang Baole more terrifying was his appearance and the mystic techniques he was wielding.

Hovering behind Wang Baole at the moment were one huge and two smaller black eyes. They shifted and wriggled in a strange manner, as if they were ingesting something. The sight of these eyeballs made one’s hair stand on end. The sensation was akin to coming upon an immense, horrible monster.

What cultivation technique is that?

Such a spell seems to have an effect on the laws of Dao themselves. He’s playing with Dharmic Dao. That’s something only one who’s at least at the Planet realm is capable of. How is he able to wield such power?

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Overwhelmed with shock and terror, the surviving Never-Ending Clan cultivators had lost all appetite for battle. Their only thought was to escape. Unfortunately, one of them was currently trapped in a fight with Feng Qiuran, while the other was surrounded by souls commanded by Wang Baole. There was no way they could escape within a short period of time. Anxiety filled their hearts.

As the two cultivators lost themselves in terror, Feng Qiuran was also trying to rein in her shock. There was no doubt that she had been continuously surprised every time Wang Baole revealed something new and extraordinary. The latest reveal had inspired true awe.

The awe she felt was not towards Wang Baole, it was towards the black eyes guarding his back. They exuded absolute evil—a malice that made everything around them pale in comparison!

Having devoured the second Never-Ending Clan cultivator, Wang Baole seemed to exhibit no distinct changes. He seemed as he always was. However, he could feel distinctly inside himself a consciousness that seemed to have formed from the Demonic Eye Art. It was growing swiftly as he killed. It seemed that the more he killed, the stronger and more powerful it became.

That’s quite strange. No one mentioned this in the books that I’ve read in the Dark Dream, about the Demonic Eye Art developing a mind of its own. Wang Baole shook his head. He had no time to think about that now. The Demonic Eye Art developing a mind of its own posed a danger, but the Never-Ending Clan cultivators before him now were an immediate threat.

What’s the point of worrying about the future if you can’t even survive the present? Wang Baole narrowed his eyes, an icy flint flashing within. He took a step forward and raced straight towards the third Never-Ending Clan Soul Conduit realm cultivator, who was currently surrounded and trapped by souls.

Only mere moments had passed since Wang Baole had devoured the first Never-Ending Clan cultivator, with a brief interruption when Wang Baole thought about the potential threat presented by the Demonic Eye Art—one that no one else was privy to. He was approaching his third Never-Ending Clan cultivator now. The latter howled furiously, the terror flooding his mind threatening to cause his complete mental breakdown.

He knew that he wasn’t Wang Baole’s match. He watched as the black eyes that appeared to embody the power of the Dharmic Dao itself approach. He knew that he was going to end up like his fellow dead comrades—not merely destroyed in body and spirit but consumed entirely!

Compared to the latter, the former seemed infinitely comparable, especially when death was inevitable. The third Never-Ending Clan cultivator laughed madly, a crazed look bright in his eyes. Just as Wang Baole came near, he blew up. His Dao Palace host body was torn apart, revealing the true three-headed, six-armed form of an Never-Ending Clan member.

“I’m the only one who gets to decide my own death!” A self-destructive power filled his newly revealed form and activated instantly.

Just as the self-destructive force expanded outwards and began to rip his body apart… the three black eyes behind Wang Baole opened. Wang Baole’s will echoed in the air and in the mind of the Soul Conduit realm cultivator, whose soul was already in the midst of disintegration.

“You’re wrong.”

Those were the last words the Never-Ending Clan cultivator heard. The waves of self-destructive energy came to a standstill in the next moment, as if frozen immobile by a seemingly tangible gaze. Wang Baole stepped past the Never-Ending Clan cultivator, pulling along with him the mutilated flesh and blood body as well as a partially destroyed soul.

The three black eyes behind Wang Baole fluttered shut. Quiet momentarily descended. It was then that a fourth eye appeared behind him!

A furious roar erupted in the heavens instantly.

“Wang Baole!” It was a familiar voice. It was Daoist You Ran. Wang Baole had acted swiftly, but his extermination of the three Soul Conduit realm cultivators had still been discovered by Daoist You Ran. Furious but unable to leave the battleship, Daoist You Ran nevertheless chose to attack!

His attack didn’t come from himself but through… the fearsome Never-Ending Clan battleship!

His furious roar thundered in space, followed by a red beam of light, ten thousand feet wide, blasted from Mercury. It shot through space, blasting numerous black holes in its wake, and appeared next to Wang Baole and Feng Qiuran in an instant!

It was swift and powerful, its speed and power as pure as light itself and equally blinding. It exuded destruction and power that almost rivaled one at the perfected Soul Conduit realm, threatening to overpower them instantly!

The sudden arrival of the immense threat didn’t cause Wang Baole to lose his calm. Without hesitation, he turned, his eyes bright with madness, and pressed his hands together in a series of hand seals. Then, he turned his hands outwards, towards the approaching beam of light and its waves of spirit energy, which were rippling outward and burning his hair.

“Demonic eyes, explode!”