Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Qian Duo's face was ashen, and his body trembled violently.

He subconsciously looked at the "rock" beside him.

The black-robed man, who hadn't moved since boarding the ship, finally made a move.

He slowly stood up.

At 1.9 meters tall, he stands out among alchemists who are generally not very tall.

His actions immediately attracted the attention of the group of cultivators outside the breach.

"Oh? There are still people who aren't afraid of death?" The middle-aged cultivator looked at him with interest. "What, you want to challenge all of us by yourself?"

The monks behind him burst into laughter.

In their view, this was nothing more than the prey making its last struggle.

"Yan" ignored their mockery.

He simply raised his head, and in the shadows beneath his hood, two dark red lights seemed to flash and disappear.

Lin Bai's consciousness calmly examined the situation before him.

Twelve monks.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was at the peak of the eighth rank.

The rest are generally around the seventh rank.

It was indeed a formidable force, capable of easily annihilating everyone on this flying shuttle.

pity.

They shouldn't have bothered with me.

Lin Bai didn't even bother to waste words with them.

Under his control, "Rock's" body, shrouded in a black robe, sank slightly.

next moment.

boom!

A loud bang.

The metal floor beneath his feet was actually dented by his footsteps!

He was like a cannonball fired from a gun, turning into a blurry black shadow and rushing straight toward the gap in the cabin!

That's incredibly fast!

As they approached the ship's cabin, most of the alchemists only saw a fleeting afterimage.

The middle-aged cultivator's pupils suddenly contracted.

The contempt on his face froze instantly, replaced by a look of horror.

What a great speed!

This is not the kind of physique an alchemist could possess!

Without a second thought, he shouted, "Stop him!"

At the same time, he frantically urged the giant bronze bell in front of him to operate.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three sharp chimes transformed into three visible sonic ripples, layering upon each other as they enveloped the approaching black shadow.

This magical artifact is his natal weapon, the "Soul-Suppressing Bell," which specializes in attacking the soul. Anyone below the eighth rank who touches it will die instantly.

Even an eighth-level expert of the same level, if struck head-on by this bell, would experience a shock to their soul and fall into a brief state of paralysis.

however.

The dark figure ignored the sound waves that were powerful enough to shatter the soul.

He directly and forcefully pierced through the three sonic ripples with his bare body!

The ripples broke, but they did not cause him even the slightest delay.

The middle-aged cultivator's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

How is that possible?

His Soul-Suppressing Bell has stopped working?

The figure of "Rock" had already crossed a distance of tens of meters and appeared in front of him.

A fist grew larger and larger in his rapidly contracting pupils.

There are no energy fluctuations.

There was no magical aura.

It was just an ordinary, unremarkable punch.

The middle-aged monk even felt a sense of absurdity.

This punch was soft and powerless.

He instinctively raised his arm, trying to block.

then.

Fist and arm made contact.

The shock on the middle-aged cultivator's face froze instantly.

He looked down, staring blankly at his arm.

That arm, strong enough to shatter mountain rocks, was now twisted into a bizarre angle, like a pretzel.

The stark white bone fragments pierced through the skin and Taoist robe, exposed to the air.

The excruciating pain, delayed by half a second, swept over his nerves like a tsunami.

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the void.

But the screams lasted only half a second before abruptly stopping.

Because that black fist, after breaking his arm, still had momentum and slammed heavily into his chest.

boom.

A muffled thud.

The middle-aged cultivator's body was like a watermelon struck head-on by a battering ram.

His entire chest caved inward.

His protective magic weapon, the armor that was said to be able to withstand a single blow from a ninth-level expert, shattered into countless pieces along with his sternum before it even had a chance to light up.

His body flew backward.

The powerful physical body of that eighth-level cultivator disintegrated in mid-air.

Flesh and blood, internal organs, bones...

It exploded into a thick cloud of blood mist.

Even the complete soul could not escape.

One punch.

Just one punch.

A cultivator at the peak of the eighth rank, who was considered a master in the Xuanming Realm, had his natal magic weapon destroyed on the spot.

Both body and soul perished.

The eleven cultivators who had just been grinning maliciously were now frozen in place.

The expressions on their faces were as if they had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.

Their minds were blank.

Inside the cabin.

Qian Duo, along with the hundreds of alchemists, were equally dumbfounded.

Their mouths were open, but no sound came out of their throats.

What just happened?

That taciturn man in black robes...

One punch... killed a peak eighth-level cultivator?

Qian Duo rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He suspected that he was hallucinating due to excessive fear.

But the lingering blood mist outside the gap, and the eleven cultivators who seemed to be frozen in place, were telling him something.

All of this is true.

Lin Ge's friend...

It seems... he really... is quite capable in combat...

In the void, "rock" floated silently.

He withdrew his fist and slowly turned to the remaining eleven cultivators.

His expression was obscured by the shadows beneath the hood.

But the eleven cultivators seemed to be targeted by the Grim Reaper, their hair standing on end.

"Demon...devil!"

"Run!!"

Someone let out a scream that went off-key.

As if waking from a dream, the eleven people immediately activated their flying swords without thinking, transforming into eleven streaks of light as they frantically fled in all directions.

They were terrified.

They didn't even have the courage to look back.

"Yan" watched the direction they fled in, without making any move to give chase.

He simply raised his other hand.

Spread your five fingers.

Then, give it a gentle squeeze.

hum-

An invisible wave spread out from him instantly.

At this moment, the space seemed to transform into a piece of clay that could be kneaded at will.

The eleven cultivators who had already escaped thousands of meters away suddenly found that the space around them had become incredibly viscous.

Their speed suddenly dropped to a ridiculous level.

Like a flying insect trapped in a swamp, no matter how hard it struggles, it cannot move forward even an inch.

This is......

Space confinement?!

next second.

The space around them began to shrink and compress rapidly inward!

"No--!"

A desperate scream rang out just before the space completely closed.

immediately.

Eleven groups of dazzling blood blossoms quietly bloomed in the dark void.

......