Chapter 175 Derangement of the Seven Emotions

Ge Qian smiled faintly and said, "Sparring and dueling indeed have many benefits. However, the medium-sized Dao arena is about to open, and I must preserve some of my strength. How about this: let us decide the victory and defeat in a single move, both of us unleashing our strongest divine abilities. Whether we live or die will be up to fate. What do you say? Are you still going to fight or not?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many veteran cultivators at the Spirit-Refining stage secretly raised their thumbs in praise. This young man did things with flawless precision, leaving no openings for anyone to exploit. That he could comprehend the Six Paths Sword Decisive was no mere stroke of luck, but the result of genuine talent and profound learning.

Upon hearing this, Hai Kuo burst into loud, wild laughter and said, "Very well! Before all the cultivators of the world, this was your own proposal. If you get beaten to death in a moment, you will have only yourself to blame, and it will have nothing to do with me. Did everyone hear that?"

Hundreds of Pill-Condensing stage cultivators from the Wuxiang Sect shouted loudly, "Kill him! What an overconfident fool!" "Cut him down!" "Don't think that practicing some Six Paths Sword Decisive makes you number one under heaven!" "Let him know the might of our Wuxiang Sect!" "That damn Six Paths Sword Decisive is nothing compared to the Five Elements Tyrant Fist!"

The roars rose one after another, creating a tremendous momentum. In contrast, the handful of members from the Tianxing Sect could do nothing even if they jumped up and shouted.

Qin Chuchu's face remained extremely calm throughout, because she possessed absolute confidence in Ge Qian. This confidence stemmed from pure trust.

Dai Yue's expression changed, and he broke out in a cold sweat for Ge Qian. He thought to himself, *Junior Brother, a tree that stands tall in the forest is bound to be battered by the wind. Why doesn't he know how to preserve his own strength?*

Dongfang Ping's heart also tightened, and she thought, *Our Tianxing Sect is weak and isolated; otherwise, we wouldn't be bullied so blatantly by others.*

A smile appeared at the corner of Wang Yudong's mouth as he thought, *Ge Qian, oh Ge Qian, I cannot help but admire your strength, but today I am afraid even the Tianxing Sect cannot protect you. That Wuxiang Sect has a mighty Spirit-Refining stage expert backing them up.*

Hai Kuo waved his hand, and the cultivators of the Wuxiang Sect finally stopped shouting. Radiating an overwhelming presence and feeling fulfilled by the support of his fellow sect members, he said with high spirits, "You see? When you fight me, so many people are cheering for me. And you? Not a single one. Haha! I advise you to kneel, kowtow, and admit your mistake, and I will let bygones be bygones. If we truly start dueling, in case my hand trembles and my Dharmic power turns out too great, you might end up dying without a burial place."

Before Ge Qian could reply, a melodious and enchanting voice rang across the heavens and earth.

"Stinking shameless jerk! Bullying the few with the many just because you have numbers. If you're going to fight, then fight—where did all this nonsense come from? It's utterly disgusting." The speaker was a girl of seventeen or eighteen, with a slender figure, breasts just beginning to blossom—neither too big nor too small—a delicate waist, and tall stature. Clad in black, she looked mysterious and beautiful, with a pair of large, bright eyes like black grapes, an oval face, and a small mouth. Her speech was crisp and decisive.

She stood behind the Death God, Shadow Thousand Sentiment, with her hands on her hips, looking at Hai Kuo with utter contempt and disdain.

Hai Kuo was just about to retort when he caught sight of the Death God's eyes. They were as deep as endless darkness, with intense, swirling death qi inside that made him feel as though he were looking straight into hell. He felt that if he dared to utter a single superfluous word, he would be dragged down into the abyss, and a chill crept up the back of his neck.

Ge Qian felt a stir in his heart. *It's her—Shadow Dune. That little girl from back then has now grown into a fine young woman.*

Shadow Dune looked at Ge Qian and said, "Big Brother, do you still remember Shadow Dune? Beat him to death! With my mother, the Death God, backing you up, let's see who dares to do anything to you."

Ge Qian smiled slightly and said, "The little girl of back then has grown up so much, and she's prettier than ever. Your big brother almost didn't recognize you. Since Little Sister said to beat him to death, your big brother will beat him to death, consider it a welcome gift for you."

The cultivators of the world immediately fell into a flurry of whispers and chaos. None of them expected Ge Qian to be Shadow Dune's older brother. Hearing how affectionate and intimate their conversation was, it meant he was under the protection of the Death God.

If Ge Qian were merely a disciple of the Tianxing Sect practicing the Six Paths Sword Decisive, it would certainly have attracted the covetous eyes of others with ulterior motives, who might even have spared no effort to eliminate the Tianxing Sect. But now, no one dared to act rashly. The terrifying reputation of the Death God, Shadow Thousand Sentiment, shook the entire Xuanwu Continent; she had once slain beings of the exact same realm.

Legend had it that she could never leave the Death God's Hell, yet now she had suddenly appeared in a high-profile manner to attend this gathering of the Wu and Yao Kings. This left people's imaginations running wild, and no one knew her true purpose. However, the fact that she could leave the Death God's Hell proved that she had broken free from its shackles, advancing even further. If she were to display her might, even the Benevolence and Righteousness Sect could not afford to cross her.

A faint smile appeared on Shadow Thousand Sentiment's face. She had not expected that this youth, who was merely a minor Foundation Establishment cultivator back then, would achieve such accomplishments in just over a dozen years. Had she known this would happen, she would have listened to Dune and brought him away back then.

However, it did not matter. Dune and he were on very good terms; when the time came, she could pull him into her Death God's Hell. Judging by the current situation, he had to find a backing—wasn't she the best choice?

The Wu King frowned slightly, thinking, *Why is this boy entangled with the Death God Shadow Thousand Sentiment? Forcibly subduing him will probably not be so easy.*

Meng Jian, the Master of the Wuxiang Sect, experienced a twitch of the muscles on his face. If anyone else had clamored about killing his disciple, he would have stepped forward for the sake of his pride, because as a Spirit-Refining stage cultivator, his dignity could not be ignored. Yet the Death God Shadow Thousand Sentiment still made him extremely wary, forcing him to pretend he had heard nothing. He secretly gave Hai Kuo a sidelong glance, signaling that there was no amnesty—kill him without mercy.

Enraged by the mockery and encouraged by his Patriarch's hint, Hai Kuo thought, *Boy, since you and I are dueling, the Spirit-Refining stage experts will not interfere. Then I shall send you off to the netherworld!*

With that thought, his aura surged violently, peaking at the mid-stage Pill-Condensing bottleneck. His arms bulged, growing thicker by more than a circle, and his body flickered in and out of existence, formless and intangible, making it impossible for anyone to track his trajectory.

Raising both fists—one glowing fiery gold, the other a verdant green—he channeled all his Dharmic power and suddenly unleashed the "Direct Strike on the Yellow Dragon." Two phantom projections of giant fists, one golden and one green, each twenty zhang long, tore through the void, kicking up two shockwaves as they surged straight toward Ge Qian.

Meng Jian nodded, thoroughly satisfied with Hai Kuo's execution of the "Direct Strike on the Yellow Dragon." This technique employed the dual-element fist qi cultivated within the Five Elements Tyrant Sky Fist, unleashed simultaneously. It was fierce, tyrannical, and powerful enough to shatter a mountain peak with a single blow. The force of the dual fists would penetrate the opponent's body, causing the conflicting elements to repel each other and detonate, reducing even top-grade magical treasures to dust.

Faced with such an incomparably powerful onslaught, Ge Qian responded with calm composure and shouted, "Disorder the Seven Emotions, Sever the Six Desires!"

With a single thought, thirteen strands of colorful sword Qi appeared above his head, flashed once, and vanished.

The next moment, they bizarrely materialized around Hai Kuo, instantly transforming into ferocious faces bearing various expressions, which opened their mouths and inhaled toward him.

Hai Kuo deployed his formless and intangible movement technique, but how could he possibly shake off the tracking of Ge Qian's "Fated for Three Lifetimes"? Let alone being formless and intangible, even if he were ten thousand miles away, he could not escape the assault of this Daoist technique.

His expression twisted wildly, and instinctively, he produced a top-grade magical treasure shield to block in front of him.

Yet it was completely useless. The thirteen ghostly faces were absorbing his seven emotions and six desires, not attacking his physical body.

Thirteen rays of colorful light erupted from his body and were sucked into the ghostly faces.

A person who had lost their seven emotions and six desires became like a statue—motionless, as if turned into a fool.

Then, all the ghostly faces blew a breath toward him. The disordered emotions merged into his body, and the severed desires exploded within him. Hai Kuo immediately burst into a cloud of blood mist that soared into the sky.