Chapter 50: The Fifth Opportunity for Death

Chapter 50: The Fifth Death Opportunity

The multicolored signal fireworks soared high before exploding, their brilliance so immense that it nearly filled the entire sky within everyone’s line of sight.

Many of the bandits of Thousand Peaks Domain were preparing food and wine, anticipating the triumphant return of their comrades who had gone out to battle. When they saw the dazzling explosion of fireworks in the distant sky, all of them froze for a second, then their bodies trembled, gripped by a mix of anger and agitation.

Every bandit understood that launching such fireworks meant the expeditionary forces were facing total annihilation, even threatening the very existence of Thousand Peaks Domain itself.

Boom!

Before the fireworks had faded, atop the highest peak of Thousand Peaks Domain—shrouded in mist and rich in spiritual energy—there was a cave. Within it lived the domain’s most powerful figure: the Spiritual Master.

The unique sound of the multicolored fireworks startled the Spiritual Master. In an instant, he unleashed an overwhelming aura, stirring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, sending shockwaves for hundreds of miles.

Even those in Senyuan Town, far away, could sense this formidable presence.

Everyone was shocked and fearful.

Only the bandits of Thousand Peaks Domain knelt in the direction of their homeland—this was their god.

Soon after, the silver-haired Spiritual Master stepped out of the cave. His eyes turned toward Senyuan Town. He rose into the air, and with a single thought, transformed into a streak of lightning, darting toward Senyuan Town.

Though over a hundred miles lay between them, the elder took less than three minutes to arrive. All anyone felt was a disturbance in the air above them; when they looked carefully, they saw an old man with white hair floating in midair.

All the bandits, whether spiritualists or warriors, immediately knelt upon seeing this figure. Even the ninth-level spiritualist among the bandits was no exception.

The elder’s sharp gaze swept across the surroundings, but he detected no threats. Unwilling to relent, he expanded his spiritual awareness, expending mental strength to confirm once more. Yet still, he found nothing.

It should be noted that while a Spiritual Master can use spiritual power to lock onto or search for things invisible to the naked eye, their energy is not limitless. Such a large-scale search placed a great burden on the old man.

Finding nothing, he turned to the ninth-level spiritualist bandit and asked in a deep voice, “Wang Duoran, tell me what happened.”

Sensing the unusual tone, Wang Duoran trembled and pointed at Gu Feng. “This youth, at the first level of spiritualist, killed several first-level spiritualists, a second-level, and even a third-level. He is young and possesses boundless potential, but he has become a mortal enemy of our Thousand Peaks Domain. I suspect he is backed by a powerful force. If we wish to kill him without alerting his backers, we must eliminate everyone here.”

The ninth-level spiritualist’s words were brutally honest. In his view, with the Spiritual Master present, no one here could escape death.

Upon hearing this, everyone in Senyuan Town was stunned and panicked. Some, including Zhu Genghua, looked toward Gu Feng. At this moment, only if the hidden expert supporting Gu Feng could slay the Spiritual Master could Senyuan Town be saved.

Gu Feng gazed at the Spiritual Master, secretly feeling that he had narrowly escaped disaster. At the same time, he blamed the system for not explaining the death opportunity clearly.

As it turned out, the death opportunity could only kill enemies within a range of ten minor levels. For example, if Gu Feng was a first-level spiritualist, he could only kill enemies up to level ten—no higher. That meant the strongest opponent he could kill was a tenth-level spiritualist.

What made Gu Feng’s heart race was that he had just broken through to the second level of spiritualist, which meant he could barely kill this peak first-level Spiritual Master—right at the threshold of his limit.

The old man locked his gaze onto Gu Feng. Because the system concealed Gu Feng’s true level, unless Gu Feng wished otherwise, his cultivation could not be discerned.

After studying Gu Feng for a long while and sweeping him with his spiritual sense, the elder still couldn’t see through him, which made him even more suspicious.

He asked the ninth-level spiritualist, “You mean him? What is his cultivation level?”

Unaware that Gu Feng had just advanced, the ninth-level bandit replied with certainty, “First-level spiritualist, but he can kill enemies two levels higher.”

The old man’s brows knitted. He took a sudden step toward Gu Feng, moving so swiftly that it seemed he crossed the distance in a single stride.

Standing before Gu Feng, the Spiritual Master’s aura locked onto him, the gap in their powers so vast that Gu Feng found himself unable to move.

“Ding! Death Opportunity: Killed an enemy at the maximum limit—Spiritual Master. Reward: Strength +1000, Resurrection Points +100, Experience +100,000, Gold +10,000, Points +50, Basic Skill ‘Thrust’ +1 level.”

The old man reached for Gu Feng’s left arm.

Gu Feng had just been granted the death opportunity, and this was his most formidable foe yet—the rewards were immense. With the Spiritual Master right beside him, how could Gu Feng let such a chance slip by? His eyes shone with excitement and madness.

Seeing the look in Gu Feng’s eyes, the old man was startled—an instinct honed by years of battle warned him of imminent danger.

Gu Feng bellowed in his heart, “Self-detonate! Self-detonate! I want to self-detonate!”

The elder was about to retreat…

Boom!

Gu Feng exploded, a surge of energy enveloping a ten-meter radius. Those outside could not see what happened within the blast’s center.

All the onlookers, staring at the heart of the explosion, were momentarily dumbfounded.

Those in Senyuan Town who knew Gu Feng’s situation thought he was in grave danger. Surely, the expert backing Gu Feng would now appear! None expected that, as soon as the bandit’s Spiritual Master approached Gu Feng, an explosion would erupt.

The blast was so intense that they doubted the Spiritual Master could be harmed. As for Gu Feng, they were certain he was dead.

They simply could not believe that someone at Gu Feng’s cultivation level could survive such a terrifying explosion.

After four or five seconds, the shockwave faded. Everyone stared intently at the blast’s center, bandits feeling a faint hope, while the townsfolk watched anxiously.

Yet, when they saw the ten-meter-wide crater and found no trace of anyone inside, they were once again stunned.

“Where are they?”

If Gu Feng had been blown to pieces, so be it. But what about the Spiritual Master?

Zhu Genghua stared at the pit and recalled Gu Feng’s words: “Leave the rest of the bandits to you—the Spiritual Master is mine.” Seeing that both the Spiritual Master and Gu Feng had vanished, Zhu Genghua understood—regardless of whether Gu Feng lived or died, Thousand Peaks Domain was doomed.

With a thunderous shout, Zhu Genghua ordered, “Kill! Slaughter every last bandit!”

His cry snapped the bandits back to reality.

The bandits stared at the smoking crater where their Spiritual Master had vanished, unable to accept or believe it.

Where was their Spiritual Master?

The ninth-level spiritualist bandit was more shocked than anyone. As the army of Senyuan Town charged, he gave a hoarse order: “Retreat!”

The ninth-level spiritualist of Senyuan Town roared, “Not a chance!”

Battle erupted between the two; other bandit spiritualists were also held in check, and countless lesser bandits scattered in panic, becoming prey for their pursuers.

Meanwhile, in the Resurrection Space, Gu Feng stared at his own character stats, a foolish grin spreading across his face.