Chapter 112: The Most Wanted Human Cultivator Across the Entire Sea Region

Su Yizhao felt deeply frustrated.

Damn it!

Who was this person? How could they pinpoint his true form so instantly?

Before he could even ponder the question, the charging cultivator threw a punch straight at his chest. The fist shattered the void, manifesting directly before him.

A Void Realm cultivator!

With a thought, Su Yizhao summoned his Void Treasure to block his chest just in time.

"Boom!" A thunderous explosion echoed as the fist struck the treasure. Su Yizhao felt a massive force surge through him, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood as his body was sent flying backward.

"A demon cultivator?"

"How dare you!"

Zeng Ziping and Lang Fengchun reacted instantly, rushing toward the intruder. But the cultivator ignored them completely, his eyes locked on Su Yizhao as he gave chase.

Although Su Yizhao had used the Void Treasure to block the punch, he had not yet infused it with Profound Qi, rendering its protection minimal. He plummeted from the high altitude, but with the other two attackers now distracted, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

His hands moved in a blur, gathering sword light before him. With a low shout of "Accelerate!", the light vanished into thin air.

The charging cultivator’s eyes flickered as the sword light disappeared from his vision. Suddenly, a massive sword descended from above, and a blade of light swept toward his waist from behind.

He made a quick decision and conjured a seashell to block the rear.

A Void Treasure! A genuine, authentic Void Treasure!

To Su Yizhao’s eyes, the light veil on the shell’s surface was profoundly mystical. The demon cultivator smiled with confidence. In the face of a real Void Treasure, what were these puny attacks worth?

But at that very moment, he felt a sting of sword light piercing his eyes, followed by a chilling sensation across his face.

"Pfft!" A soft sound.

Ten thousand streaks of sword light pierced his face simultaneously. In an instant, his head vanished.

"Boom!"

"Splatter!"

The giant sword and the blade of light struck at once. The headless corpse disintegrated into dust!

A Void Realm cultivator, dead!

A hundred yards away, over ten thousand cultivators stood stunned. It felt like a long ordeal, but it had all transpired within a single breath.

In Vast City, on the Heavenly Rankings, the color of the name "Su Yizhao" turned a shade deeper red.

On the long streets of Lisha City, figures darted about.

More than a dozen figures suddenly surged out from the crowd. Su Yizhao, who had been planning to snatch the seashell, was shocked. All of these dozen cultivators were attacking him.

He didn't hesitate; he turned and fled. He could barely hold his own against the previous two; taking on so many more would be suicidal.

"Kill him!"

"Some 'Brothel Swordsman'—kill him!"

Su Yizhao vanished in a blink, leaving the dozen cultivators howling with excitement. Zeng Ziping and Lang Fengchun stood there, staring at each other.

"Was this arranged by you?" Zeng Ziping asked.

Lang Fengchun looked at him with disdain. "Do I look like that kind of person?"

Suddenly, they both exclaimed, "Someone is using us!"

Zeng Ziping turned around and shouted, "Zeng Ziren, get out here!"

Zeng Ziren emerged from the crowd, smiling. "Brother, don't worry. The Brothel Swordsman is injured; he deserves to die!"

"Slap!"

Zeng Ziping struck him across the face and roared, "Despicable! A person like him is someone we should be befriending, and you... you...!"

"Brother! Kill him, and you'll be number one!" Zeng Ziren clutched his face, shrieking.

"Get out!" Zeng Ziping bellowed.

Lang Fengchun laughed. "Your Zeng family has stirred up a massive disaster! A man like the Brothel Swordsman won't be killed so easily!"

Zeng Ziping sighed worriedly, "When he returns, I will ask the Clan Head to apologize and offer compensation personally!"

Su Yizhao kept running. Gazing at the deep blue sea, he let out a long sigh and dove in. It wasn't the dozen cultivators that forced him into flight. Once he realized Zeng Ziping and Lang Fengchun weren't following, he had turned back and slain all the pursuers in a few breaths.

But what he hadn't expected was the sudden appearance of a horde of demon cultivators hunting him down. Every one of them was in the Void Realm, every one a prodigy, all shouting, "The human cultivator wanted by the entire sea region!"

He was startled and, in his panic, was driven into the depths of the ocean. He didn't dare fly in the open sky; in the deep sea, there were at least reefs and caves for cover, whereas in the air, he would be a sitting duck for every demon cultivator.

The number of pursuers behind him grew, with more demons pouring in from every direction. He felt suffocated. Even a fish or a crab would try to obstruct him.

The human cultivator wanted by the entire sea region! What was going on?

A map appeared in his mind—this was the Forbidden Land, also known as a Secret Realm. Ahead, another group of suicidal fish swarmed him. With a thought, a rain of sword light erupted in the deep water.

"Splat, splat..."

Clouds of blood dissipated into the sea. This wouldn't do! Even if they couldn't catch him, they would wear him down to death! He made a split-second decision and shot toward the heart of the deep sea.

...

In the southwestern frontier, Lang Fengchun’s rough hand squeezed a transmission talisman, turning it into ash. It had traveled through many hands to reach him from Vast City. It contained only one line: "Heavenly Rankings: The Brothel Swordsman remains firmly in first place!"

Damn it! How many demon cultivators had this guy killed?

For the past month, he had risked his life, killing seventy or eighty demon geniuses, yet he still couldn't snatch the top spot. The month-long, fierce slaughter had left both human and demon cultivators exhausted. The demon cultivators on the shore were dwindling—whether out of fear or retreat to the deep sea, it seemed the end was near.

He sighed. Well, at least he hadn't taken first place, but neither had the other three. As long as he could outperform them, that was enough.

In Vast City, on the Heavenly Rankings, there were only one hundred names. "Su Yizhao" had remained at the very top since the beginning, never wavering. The only change was that the three characters had turned a deep, blood-red—as if they had been carved with fresh blood, so vivid it seemed ready to drip.

"The trend across the continent seems a bit off lately," Chi Xiangdong said to Gou Haitian, looking away from the Rankings.

Gou Haitian downed his drink and asked, "What's wrong with it?"

Chi Xiangdong hesitated. "The trend of visiting brothels has become popular among cultivators. Isn't that a bit vulgar?"

Gou Haitian laughed. "That's the trouble the Brothel Swordsman has caused!"

Chi Xiangdong nodded in agreement. "When he returns, let's see how he explains himself to the cultivators of the entire continent!"

Su Yizhao threw a corpse into the abyss with a blank expression. He had been hiding and fleeing in the deep sea, using every trick in his book, and was finally approaching the Secret Realm. Behind him, he didn't know how many demon cultivators were left. Every time he had a chance, he would turn and slaughter his pursuers; he had already collected over a hundred storage rings.

However, demon cultivators were truly poor! He had learned from ancient texts that when the Spirit-Devouring Clan invaded the continent, they had started in the southwest, slaughtering over a billion humans and cultivators within eight days. The southwestern cultivators hadn't even had time to resist before being consumed. Consequently, few of the Spirit-Devouring Clan had died there, so there were very few Profound Stones in the deep sea. His hundred storage rings had yielded only ten million stones.

Fortunately, the Secret Realm was right before him!

Su Yizhao bowed his head and gazed into the abyss...!