Chapter 107: Wanting to Take It Back

Chapter 107: Want to Take It Back?

As Chu Jie moved away from the center of the Abyss, the warriors of the Luo family sneered coldly, following behind at a leisurely pace, as if toying with their prey.

Chu Jie glanced back. There were only five or six of them, and only one had reached the seventh level of the Spirit Convergence Realm. Yet, why did they seem so confident in their victory over him?

No one knew Chu Jie's true strength. For warriors below the Spirit Convergence Realm, he held no fear at all.

“Chu Jie, there are definitely more than just these few. It’s likely an ambush,” Duan Kun warned coldly.

Chu Jie nodded. “No problem. We’ll find a place with fewer people and deal with them. The Luo family must die!”

If his power was sufficient, he would certainly annihilate the Luo family—and the Yang family too.

After emerging from the central area, Chu Jie led his group toward the rocky zone, where jagged stones were scattered. Anything happening there would be difficult for outsiders to detect, and it was easier to conceal one's presence.

“Boss, besides those from the Luo family, some others have also arrived,” Wu Long reported.

Chu Jie scanned the surroundings. Many were here for the treasure artifact. Since Chu Jie had seized the Luo family’s Heaven-Earth Treasure Wheel, the news was no longer a secret. Now that he appeared, many were preparing to strike from the shadows.

Though Chu Jie had removed his mask to hide the identity of a peerless killer, it revealed his true self. Still, from the Abyss’s core, he had gathered some useful information—brief details about exotic treasures and the Purple Fire.

The purple thunder had yet to descend, making this the perfect time to eliminate the Luo family.

“Only six of them? Too few,” Chu Jie muttered. He had slaughtered many recently, but his hatred for the Luo family remained undiminished. Only nine had followed him now, which felt insufficient.

But apart from these, other Luo family members were present; altogether, around fifty openly.

There might also be some secret Luo family operatives placed here, but none had been discovered.

Before long, Chu Jie led his group into the rocky zone. It seemed deserted. Warriors outside often formed groups; encountering Golden Armor warriors while alone meant certain death. But here, alone or not, escape was nearly impossible.

“We’ve managed to get inside. Perfect for our strike. With so many of us, he can’t run,” said Luo Hao, leader of the Luo family group hunting Chu Jie.

They hadn’t acted in the Abyss’s center due to its complexity—any sudden move might cause unpredictable changes. With many forces involved, reclaiming the Heaven-Earth Treasure Wheel was uncertain.

“Taking back the Heaven-Earth Treasure Wheel would be a great merit,” Luo Hao said excitedly. The family valued the artifact highly. He never expected to encounter Chu Jie in the Divine Demon Abyss, which thrilled him.

In his eyes, Chu Jie was still a low-level warrior, so even wielding the Treasure Wheel wouldn’t make him a match.

“Move quickly! Kill him so we can return soon!” Luo Hao urged.

Meanwhile, Chu Jie’s group entered the rocky zone but did not venture deeper. With their current strength, there was no need to rely on terrain for slaughter. They entered here solely for concealment, to avoid detection.

Because the battle might involve the use of Golden Armor.

“This spot is good,” Wu Long said, surveying the surroundings. It could accommodate over a hundred people and was surrounded by massive stones—a perfect place for a duel. Whatever happened inside would remain hidden.

No sooner had their nine-person group taken position than loud laughter echoed from the entrance.

“We finally caught you! Hand over the Luo family’s Heaven-Earth Treasure Wheel, and I promise to leave your corpse intact,” Luo Hao declared confidently. Here, escape was impossible.

“Want to take it back?” Chu Jie summoned the Heaven-Earth Treasure Wheel, letting it hover beside him, dazzling as it spun up and down.

Luo Hao’s eyes widened. In the Luo family, the Treasure Wheel was reserved for elders and clan leaders. Now it was in an outsider’s hands, a disgrace to the family in Blood Slaughter City.

More people crowded in, many opportunistic warriors hoping to profit from the chaos. The place quickly became cramped.

Luo Hao paid no mind; most were lone fighters without alliances. He didn’t believe they would interfere—and some might even aid him.

“Hand it over, or you’re dead today! No one can save you!” Luo Hao’s breathing grew heavy.

“Exactly! The young master of the Luo family speaks true. You took what belongs to us. And the rest of your loot must be handed over too. Share it with us, and I’ll plead with the Luo family to spare your life,” said a pale-faced lone warrior. His expression was strange, as if permanently sullen or hiding something.

Chu Jie stepped forward. “The Luo family once looked down on me for my low cultivation. Taking your Treasure Wheel was just collecting interest. I will destroy your entire clan in the future. And once this Wheel is in my hands, it belongs to me. I won’t give it up just because you ask. If you kneel and kowtow nine times, calling me ‘Master Chu,’ I might let you go.”

“You’re seeking death!” Luo Hao’s eyes reddened with rage as he swung his long sword in a blur toward Chu Jie.

Chu Jie stood his ground, waiting for the strike.

When Luo Hao’s sword landed, it seemed to hit solid metal. Looking closer, golden light shimmered.

Golden light burst forth as Chu Jie’s Golden Armor surged from his dantian, enveloping him fully. The sword struck only the faintest trace of the armor, leaving him unharmed.

At the same time, Duan Kun’s body radiated golden light, clad in armor. Wu Long and the other seven emitted white light as their iron armor quickly covered their bodies.

The scene stunned the Luo family members and the opportunistic warriors alike.

“Golden Armor warriors!” one trembled, naming them in fear.

A wave of terror spread. The Golden Armor warriors were more feared than even the peerless killers like Chu Jie once were. Because the Golden Armor incarnation, Zhou Jie, had cultivation at the Star Dan Realm and had slaughtered warriors across the Ninth Terrace with overwhelming force, everyone feared them deeply.

Luo Hao’s initial confidence gave way to dread. He had stayed in the Abyss’s center, hearing rumors of the Golden Armor warrior’s terror. Now, facing one in person, he was more frightened than anyone.

And this Golden Armor warrior was none other than Chu Jie, the Luo family’s sworn enemy. The family had always seen him as low-level, but now, armored in gold, the reality felt unreal.

But now that he had provoked this, it was too late.

“Is this the might of your Luo family? Trying to reclaim the Treasure Wheel from me? Dream on,” Chu Jie said coldly.

Luo Hao felt like crying. He had thought killing Chu Jie here would be easy. But in moments, the tables had turned completely.

Some Luo warriors had already knelt, begging for mercy.

Chu Jie kicked Luo Hao, who was at the fifth level of the Spirit Convergence Realm, far below him. Luo Hao was sent flying, crashing into a boulder with a loud crash. The force shattered the rock behind him.

He struggled in pain on the ground.

The pale-faced lone warrior’s expression remained unchanged but hinted at a desire to escape with his people.

“None of you will get away. Now that you know who I am, I won’t let you leave,” Chu Jie said calmly.

Wu Long and his seven comrades sealed the exit, allowing no one to flee.

“Kill! Fight or die!” the pale-faced warrior roared. His men showed fierce looks. Numbering over fifty against nine, surrendering meant death—it was unacceptable.

Six streams of light shot from the crowd—the tails of treasure weapons. But these struck Chu Jie’s Golden Armor, leaving only faint white marks. They could not harm him.

Chu Jie floated midair, the Heaven-Earth Treasure Wheel spinning around him.

“If you want my treasure, be prepared to die. You’re all doomed,” he said coldly.

The Wheel suddenly grew larger, spinning fiercely and creating a massive luminous disc. Those who failed to dodge were cleaved in half at the waist.

Chu Jie’s body charged toward the warriors, each punch of his Great Sun Flame Fist sending waves of heat that shattered bodies with visible force.

It was an extraordinary solo display. None of these warriors were very strong; the strongest was the pale-faced warrior wielding a sword glowing with cyan light.

“I get to fight a Golden Armor warrior—this life is fulfilled! This is my Cyan Flame Poison Sword—let me show you its power!” the pale-faced warrior shouted, rushing forward. The sword’s swings scattered droplets of cyan liquid—poison. Clearly a treasure weapon, deadly if wielded well.

Chu Jie’s expression grew serious. His Golden Armor could defend against physical attacks, but poison was another matter.

The pale-faced warrior was roughly equal to Chu Jie, both at the sixth level of the Spirit Convergence Realm. But with the Cyan Flame Sword, he could fight beyond his level.

“Nice sword,” Chu Jie said, dodging midair.

The poison droplets hit a large boulder. Within moments, it turned cyan, then crumbled into dust, blown away by the wind.