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Chapter 113: Fighting the Wailing Bell Sect

Chapter 113: Fighting the Wailing Bell Sect

As the night fell, a deathly chill swept through Purple Stone City. Dark clouds coiled across the moon, veiling the sky in unsettling gloom.

In the shadows, masked figures slithered through alleyways like specters, their auras soaked in bloodlust.

From the top of an abandoned building, the Wailing Bell Sect gathered—hooded, silent, and brimming with murderous intent.

A haunting bell echoed faintly in the wind—one only cultivators attuned to death could hear.

Its toll was not of metal, but of howls of despair.

And as the final echo faded, a hundred shadowy blades descended toward the Thousand Wealth Chamber—each whispering the same promise:

"No survivors."

Meanwhile, at the back of the Thousand Wealth Chamber, Mo Jian, Zhao Tian, and Merchant Tao were planning next action when a deafening sound echoed.

"Hmm? What’s that? Are we under attack?" Merchant Tao’s face was full of confusion.

Who would dare attack the chamber?

"I don’t think it’s that simple." Mo Jian rose to his feet. "Let’s check it out."

Outside, a terrifying battle had begun.

Elder Kai led the attack, with each of his palm strikes forcing the chamber’s two Peak Core Refining warriors back.

Facing two Peak Core Refining warriors, he was not under any pressure.

With the evil wailing bell tolling around his wrist every time he attacked, the two warriors from the chamber found it difficult to maintain a clear mind.

The tolling of the bell was a wail of tortured souls screaming in agony.

Their voices were a mixture of both young and old, sending cold shivers down the spines of all the warriors from the Thousand Wealth Chamber.

How many innocent people did they sacrifice to create such an evil bell?

"These damned evil cultivators." A warrior from the Thousand Wealth Chamber gritted as he endured the wails from the evil bell.

Ahhhhh!

From the side, a young man from the chamber fell to his knee, a red sword piercing his heart from the back.

Even though the warriors from the chamber were stronger than their enemies, the wailing bell’s soul attack made it impossible for them to concentrate.

"Don’t lose focus. Kill them as quickly as possible!" shouted one of the Peak Core Refining warriors.

With his shout, the men went all out. Talisman after talisman was thrown at the evil cultivators.

Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled under the terrifying fireball talismans. The sudden change in fighting style shocked the evil cultivators.

Everyone from the chamber carried enough talismans that left them stunned.

"These people are damn wealthy." Wang Hao shouted, his eyes burning with greed.

"We just need to kill them and everything will belong to us." Fu Shi shouted from the side.

Bang! Bang!

"Wailing Palm Strike!"

"Ghost Fist!"

The evil cultivators threw a barrage of attacks.

Ahhhh!

The battle was brutal, with no one ready to give in to others.

Femur torn apart. Bones crushed into paste. Ribs broken like glass.

The carnage was beyond measure. But to the evil cultivators, this was their daily routine.

From inside the chamber, Mo Jian watched the brutal battle, and his expression turned unsightly.

’Using such inhuman action just to get stronger is sickening,’ he mused, thinking of ways to turn things around.

Right now, his men were losing badly.

He turned to Zhao Tian and demanded, "Do we still have weapons made from the Ember Flame?"

"Yes, I brought a few," Zhao Tian responded in confusion before a look of realization appeared on his face.

During the Vengeful Spirits attack, it was the weapon made from the Ember Flame that turned things around.

Since the wailing bell was also a soul attack, the Ember Flame should work against it.

Quickly, Zhao Tian bolted into the chamber to bring out the weapons.

However, Mo Jian did not wait for him as he joined the battle. With him was a sword made from the Ember Flame.

"Phantom Mirage Steps!"

Whoosh!

Mo Jian’s movement was swift, disappearing from his spot. He appeared before an evil cultivator and swung his sword.

"Heavenly Thunder Slash!"

The evil cultivator sneered when he saw Mo Jian and shook his wailing bell.

The mournful wail came from the bell, assaulting Mo Jian’s soul. His expression faltered for a moment, but his sword did not stop.

Whoosh!

The Ember Flame sword lit in a red-golden color, and a loud miserable shriek came from the evil cultivator’s wailing bell.

Bang!

Before the evil cultivator could realize what was going on, the wailing bell shattered to pieces.

What!

How could this happen?

The wailing bell was not any ordinary bell. It was made from rare materials, and yet in a single strike, it was shattered to pieces.

"Die!"

Bang!

Mo Jian’s sword cut through his neck, severing his head from his body. Beside him, the warrior from the chamber was stunned.

He did not expect the young master to kill the enemy in a single strike.

"Go to Zhao Tian to receive a new weapon." Mo Jian commanded and rushed to the next target.

With his first experience, his attack did not falter this time around.

Whoosh!

He plunged his sword deep into the enemy’s heart. He twisted the sword, and a deep groan of pain escaped from the evil cultivator’s lips.

Till death, he did not understand how his wailing bell was shattered.

As for Mo Jian, his eyes were cold, filled with rage and killing intent.

Although he chose the path of business to grow stronger, that did not mean anyone could trample on him.

With more people using the Ember Flame weapons, the tide of the battle began to shift.

Bang! Bang!

The evil cultivators fell one after the other. With their wailing bells losing their advantage, they were no match for the Thousand Wealth Chamber warriors.

Ahhhhhh!

A Core Refining warrior’s head was shattered like a melon, and all the brain juice scattered everywhere.

Seeing this, fear gripped the hearts of all the evil cultivators. How could this be?

What is happening?

Why is their wailing bell not working anymore?

Many questions flashed through their minds, but they failed to find answers to any of them.

Elder Kai watched from the corner of his eyes as his men fell one after the other.

"Elder Kai!" Wang Hao shouted in panic.

They would all be killed if they did not retreat immediately. How could Elder Kai not know this? But he was unwilling to leave such a rare golden opportunity.

Just as Wang Hao opened his mouth to continue speaking, Mo Jian arrived before him.

His heart jumped, skipping a beat.

However, when he detected Mo Jian’s cultivation level, he regained his confidence and shouted,

"Die!"

"Netherworld Blood Fist!"

Whoosh!

Mo Jian used his Phantom Mirage Steps to evade the attack and appeared on his left.

Wang Hao was stunned. He did not expect a mere Foundation Realm stage-7 warrior could evade his attack.

"Titan Crushing Fist!"

Mo Jian did not dilly-dally as he threw a powerful punch with his left hand.

Bang!

Wang Hao defended the strike and was forced to take a couple of steps back. His hand trembled from the aftershock.

How can he be so strong! he exclaimed inwardly.

Even though he was shocked at Mo Jian’s strength, he did not hesitate to shake his wailing bell.

Whoosh!

The Wailing Bell only wailed once when a powerful strike came crashing toward him.

Bang!

"No....."

The wailing bell shattered to pieces under the terrifying sword strike, and a mouthful of blood escaped from his lips.

"E-Eld..."

Before he could complete his statement, Mo Jian’s second sword strike was already on him.

Ahhhhhhh!

He let out only a mournful scream before he was split into two.

Watching the miserable death of Wang Hao, who was two stages higher than his opponent, made them shudder.

Who was this kid?

Fu Shi, a close friend of Wang Hao, looked at his friend cut in two and sucked in a cold breath.

Right now, he wanted nothing but to escape from this hell of a place. Unfortunately, his fate was already sealed the moment they attacked the Thousand Wealth Chamber.

A few minutes later, Fu Shi followed his friend to the afterlife.

Mo Jian did not care about the few remaining battles since he knew their enemies’ fate had already been sealed.

His gaze was on the battle between Peak Core Refining warriors.

He chose not to give the two protectors the Ember Flame swords as he wanted to see how they fared against cultivators from the sects.

After watching the battle for a moment, he discovered Elder Kai was nothing different from his men.

"Take!" he shouted and threw a sword at one of the protectors.

Swiftly, the protector caught the sword with a puzzled expression. Still, he kept his weapon and used the new sword.

The moment he attacked with the sword, Elder Kai’s wailing bell shuddered vehemently and cracks appeared on its body.

"T-This!" Elder Kai widened his eyes in disbelief.

What is this sword?

Fear gnawed at his heart like a vice. ’This is bad!’

Before he could react, the protector grinned and attacked. With the wailing bell no longer obstructing them, Elder Kai stood no chance.

Bang!

Ah!

Elder Kai screamed and retreated, blood escaping from his lips.

His wailing bell shattered to pieces, and the bound souls escaped, vanishing into thin air.

He gasped and looked at the two protectors, fear marring his face.

’I need to escape!’ he cried in his heart.

With that thought, he rushed to escape.

"Where do you think you’re going?" one of the protectors sneered and blocked his path.

"Don’t force me!" Elder Kai shouted like a cornered dog.

"Humph!"

The two protectors did not give him any chance to play tricks as they attacked him from all sides.

Bang!

Elder Kai fell to the ground, his ribs punctured, blood gushing out like a broken dam.

In such a backward city, he did not expect he would meet his end.