Chapter 144: The Dao and the Sword

The cold wind blew through the air, as if it could pierce into one's very soul.

The group exchanged glances, each seeing the confusion reflected in the others’ eyes.

Among them, Wu Si was considered the most skilled cultivator, equipped with numerous protective treasures, yet he had fallen so simply—an outcome that left everyone stunned.

During their hesitation, the black mist drew even closer.

“Move,” Shen Yu said.

His indifferent voice cut through the group like a warning bell, jolting them back to their senses.

After all, as cultivators, they held a certain acceptance of life and death.

The path behind them had become a dead end; there was only one way out.

It was the same familiar tactic: the sound of bells echoed through the air toward the scorpion swarm.

But unlike the earlier wind beasts, the scorpions seemed to react to some strange stimulus, emitting low, menacing roars.

“Scorpions fear fire,” Pang Zhengyuan remarked, then charged forward, his great sword suddenly blazing with intense heat.

With a heavy swing, flames rained down like a fiery curtain, engulfing much of the scorpion swarm.

A chorus of wails rose from the scorpions.

A shadow appeared—a young warrior, wild and fierce like a beast, lunging into the scorpion horde.

Spiritual energy surged violently, the ground shattered beneath him, thunderous cracks echoing.

Shen Yu watched quietly.

The commotion was identical to the battle with the wind beasts not long ago.

Yet Shen Yu remained deeply focused, his eyes scanning the two fighters’ every move, as if trying to unravel some hidden truth.

“Senior Brother Shen...” Xiang Caiyun whispered beside him. “The black tide behind us grows ever closer. We must break through this scorpion swarm quickly. Since you come from the Tao Sect, surely you have insight into these monsters.”

Her meaning was clear.

As a team member, Shen Yu was expected to bear responsibility and contribute strength. Otherwise, even if she wished it, the two fighters risking their lives ahead might harbor resentment.

Shen Yu withdrew his gaze and sighed for reasons unknown.

The next moment, he looked again at the basin below.

Without drawing his sword or unleashing any formidable move, he strolled casually through the scorpion swarm.

Like a flash of fine thread, sword qi flickered through the air, and the scorpions fell like trees struck by lightning—unable to move a limb.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear their thick legs had been sliced cleanly, severed by the razor-sharp sword qi.

Though the scorpions’ bodies were tough enough to survive losing limbs, this act severely crippled their mobility.

Already slow, losing their legs was tantamount to death for the scorpions.

Shen Yu weaved through the swarm; each appearance of white sword qi meant another scorpion toppled.

Pang Zhengyuan and the young warrior watched in astonishment. After a brief hesitation, they pushed forward with renewed vigor.

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