Chapter 225 Evil Ghost Shura
For a moment, Qingxia thought she'd fallen into a fantasy of the afterlife. Everything had happened so suddenly, like a fantasy conjured by a frozen mind refusing to accept reality. Children are always like this, when faced with adversity, they imagine a brave man descending from the sky, wielding a single sword to annihilate the evil, unleashing an invincible force.
But she quickly dismissed the thought. The man emerging from the cave was both terrifying and unfamiliar. He wore an ancient longsword at his waist, and his coat, faded and tattered from years of battle, fluttered behind him like the embers of a withered, decaying fire. An overpowering vitality, surging with his heartbeat, clung to his body, blazing with an ominous glow. He opened his eyes, his crimson pupils crisscrossed with sharp cuts, his fierce gaze threatening to slash the world beneath.
A hero shouldn't be like this. Even outsiders aren't this cruel. That's more terrifying than a demon, more cruel than a monster... Shura!
However, Shura let go of the knife and held her hand. His palm was warm and reassuring.
"Well done." Chu Hengkong said, "Leave it to me."
Qingxia held back his tears and nodded vigorously. Ji Huaisu, standing behind him, gave him a thumbs-up. He raised his hand in response to his partner, having scanned every corner of the battlefield. He saw Shax in the poisonous pool, Qingye and Fander within the iceberg, the dying Ji Huaisu, and Qingxia, still standing.
He closed his eyes. The aura within the murderous blade surged with murderous intent, and he transformed into a burning bloody light!
Wen Yao stood frozen in the distance, her fingertips frozen with fear. Her wings had just regenerated, but her mind was still blank. She had no idea how she had been attacked. She had seen the assassin emerge, the formation transform, but she hadn't seen the sword drawn. At that moment, Chu Hengkong had merely placed his hand on the hilt.
What is that? A reverse-edged sword?
——That person killed her with just the reverse blade?
The flash of blood, the clang of knives, the killer's icy gaze approaching, the lust demon's dynamic vision slowed her senses by a hundredfold. Several specific nerve clusters in Wen Yao's body locked, acting inversely on the toxins in her flesh, accelerating her thinking. The key lay in the knife. Chu Hengkong alone could never have wielded such power. He must have relied on the technique of reverse blade to force the spirit within the knife, relying on the relic itself to inflict damage.
We can’t give him another chance to draw the murderous knife, we must suppress him with our speed advantage!
The wrist bone ripped through flesh, forming an arcing blade on the side of his arm. Wen Yao leaned forward, blocking Chu Hengkong's blow with his bone blade. The moment their weapons collided, the soil within a thousand miles evaporated, and the overwhelming force of the impact created a perfect circular hole in the despairing wilderness. The hole was shattered by the red and white afterglow, and the figures of both parties appeared in every corner almost simultaneously.
In that short moment, the two sides exchanged blows no fewer than a hundred times. Chu Hengkong remained expressionless, while Wen Yao's heart was pounding wildly. Her pride in speed had completely failed to demonstrate its advantage. The assassin perfectly matched her movements, even managing them with ease.
She had already used all her strength from the tenth strike, while Chu Hengkong's arm strength and reaction time were still increasing. With each strike, his speed increased, and with each strike, his power deepened. And even now, the enemy's strength was still increasing, and he was still getting stronger...!
Wen Yao heard the clink of a knife, a vicious, greedy whistle. She saw blood oozing from her wound. The killer was testing his own abilities. He wasn't just using the Qi of a Thousand Autumns; the vicious knife was actively enhancing its owner's power. He was gradually transforming... into something more terrifying than a demon!
"You're willing to become a puppet of the sword?" Wen Yao sneered, "Then I'll turn you into a zombie first!"
She sheathed her blade and stepped back, letting the murderous blade shatter the bone sword. Her wings sharpened and deformed, circling from behind like four-fingered claws. Lines of blood streamed from Wen Yao's fingertips, connecting with the colorful wings to form a strange "net."
Life force coalesced at the center of the web, a new mystical technique poised to unleash. Chu Hengkong dashed forward, his spirit forming a flaming sheath around the blade. He stepped forward, unleashed his blade, and with a powerful, devastating blow, slashed directly at the center of the bloody web. Wen Yaojian laughed. The moment the blade slashed, the bloody web was draped in a glazed armor—the True Profound Gangqi Armor!
She wouldn't risk using her magic at this distance; she wanted to return the martial cultivator's blow exactly as it was, letting Chu Hengkong kill himself. Wen Yao's eyes widened with excitement, eager to witness the horrific death of her enemy. But Chu Hengkong didn't retreat; his blade slashed firmly into the Qi armor.
"You used Long Xiang Quan in front of me...?"
The blood armor shattered, and the murderous blade rang out. The fierce slash broke through the defense and cut straight into Wen Yao's torso, and thousands of needle-like holes appeared on the surface of the pleasure demon!
The secret of Longquan Township: Chaos Stars.
Even during their previous encounter, the hidden energy had already been embedded within Wen Yao's body. The final blow unleashed its full force, shattering Wen Yao's Qi armor from within. The banshee shrieked and retreated, not even bothering to fight back. She could no longer transform her fear into pleasure, as the blade was taking advantage of her blood. In a split second, nearly 30% of her vitality had been lost. If she continued to consume it like this, she would be the first to become a zombie!
The murderous blade slashed again, severing both of Wen Yao's arms. Taking advantage of the loss, Wen Yao took flight again, soaring erratically like a headless insect. The killer flung his silver prosthetic arm, relentlessly pursuing him. Wen Yao breathed frantically, absorbing the magical energy emanating from the wilderness. The Celestial Demon Furnace transformed the energy into fresh blood, regenerating her damaged body.
She forced herself to turn around, searching for the enemy. There was still a chance. The killer's use of his prosthetic hand to find the enemy meant he didn't have the ability to catch up with her in a long-range fight. If she could determine the enemy's position and switch to long-range combat, there was still a chance—
"Where are you looking?"
The call came into my mind.
The murderous intent penetrated into the bone marrow.
Chu Hengkong stood directly behind her. Wen Yao could already see the flash of a black blade as she turned. Hastily, she raised her hands to block, but the overwhelming pressure startled her. The pressure from the black blade made her wrists tremble violently. She almost thought she was wrestling with a fellow tribesman, and the slightest sign of weakness would result in a slash of the blade's head.
She used a secret method to mobilize her blood and energy in an attempt to counterattack, but the black knife that was close at hand ignited with flames, an ominous fire like the killer's red eyes.
Burning night.
The flames were blazing, the morale was high, and the secret power of Longxiang erupted at the shortest distance, directly blasting Wen Yao to a distant battlefield!
Madman. Absolutely madman. Wen Yao's heart trembled uncontrollably. She had never seen a martial artist wield Burning Night like this before. This secret technique was always used with the flash of swords and sabers. Even when cornered, martial artists would resort to long weapons. This was because the explosive power of this move was so strong, so powerful that it was more likely to kill the martial artist themselves before injuring the enemy.
But this killer used Burning Night directly during the knife fight. He didn't consider his own safety at all. He just wanted the enemy to die!
Wen Yao urgently regenerated her hands, repairing the previously shattered Qi armor. She clapped her hands to the ground, transforming her blood and energy into magic power, which was injected into the earth, creating a dark storm that swept across the mountainous area.
"Immortal Transformation Holy Judgment: Breaking the Army and Chaotic Wind!"
The Holy Judgment, a special spell used by the Knights of Discipline in Legionary Wars, shattered the army's formations and blocked the field of vision with a destructive wind. This war magic, originally unleashed by the combined efforts of four Sephiroth Knights, was perfectly recreated by Wen Yao single-handedly. She didn't intend to kill Chu Hengkong with this spell; she wanted to temporarily slow the enemy down with a wide-area attack. A struggle with Chu Hengkong was completely unwise; she had to exploit her speed advantage, gaining distance and engaging in a sniper engagement.
A flash of blood flashed through the storm, and all four of the earth-shattering storms extinguished simultaneously. The overwhelming sword pressure triggered a torrent in the opposite direction, causing a transparent tsunami to rise in the despairing wilderness!
Steel Front Style: No Counterattack.
The war magic was shattered with a single sword strike. The killer's power was far greater than that of the ancient legions. Chu Hengkong, knife in hand, ran up the blast. The power of his Heavenly Demon Furnace Heart fully activated after its transformation, granting him unprecedented explosive power. His normal speed was indeed inferior to Wen Yao's, but Xu Liexin's explosive power was enough to enable him to defeat the Plague Demon in a short period of time.
He will catch up, he will catch up with the Plague Demon, and this time he has complete control over the current power, this time... he will kill his opponent directly!
Fear erupted in her heart, the desire to survive overcoming reason. Wen Yao made a split-second decision, her pupils turning the same brilliant gold as the Blood Knight's. A large amount of blood drained from her head, revealing her true appearance.
The Celestial Demon's furnace core was overloaded at this moment, and the azure light within it spread, dispersing into Wen Yao's blood. Over 90% of her blood flowed to her wings, which vibrated at breakneck speed. Dense veins of blood rose up, like countless venomous snakes biting the sky. She unleashed the power bestowed by her loving mother, originally intended to counter Vansalar's trump card.
"Immortal Technique of Concentrating Luck: Azure Sorrow!"
The poison-laden bloodline sank into the sky, transforming it into a hazy, ugly bronze. This time, there was no rain, no clouds. The dome of the despairing wilderness, shrouded in the poison, became a pale green film. The bloodline danced with the shrieking of the warm harrier, dragging the sky, which had become a poisonous pool, down with it!
Close combat was impossible, and the enemy wouldn't give her a chance to retreat. Therefore, Wen Yao chose poison, the Plague Devil's strongest and most devastating weapon. This was a dreaded tactic even among the Hedonistic Demon Clan: the azure immortal death, used by the superiors to inflict the most agonizing death upon those of their kind who disobeyed their orders.
Even the mothers who are pregnant with toxins cannot resist the wrath of a loving mother. They will become as dry and miserable as rotten wood under the erosion of Qingshang, watching their bodies turn into thick liquid. The excessive pain before death will merge between heaven and earth, turning into wailing that will last for thousands of years.
This was the ultimate measure bestowed upon Wen Yao by her loving mother. She had come with a mission that could not fail; if she failed, she would be the one to drink the Green Sorrow. This time, however, Wen Yao's speed was superior. A cyan venomous barrier enveloped the airwaves, and the assassin's form was instantly buried by the Immortal Sorrow. Mustering his remaining vitality, Wen Yao flapped his wings, retreating from the venomous barrier, a terrified, crazed smile etched across his pale face.
"You're done, Chu Hengkong..." She laughed due to the effects of excessive secretion of stimulants, "You're done! This is the end of going against the immortals!!"
The blazing blood light shot up into the sky, like a sharp sword cutting through Qingshang!
Chu Hengkong stood in the center of the poisonous tide, a fission ray of blood blazing from his prosthetic hand, sweeping away the poison with unstoppable force. The crystallized fire of ambition melted in his palm, naturally dissolving into the fire on his body's surface with a burst of spontaneous energy. The vast multitude of poisons, disrupted by the single blow, swirled around the killer like a vicious vortex. They swarmed but could not penetrate, their venom changing color the moment it contacted the killer, from pale green to a deep bloody crimson.
After merging with the fire of ambition, the arrogance etched upon Chu Hengkong's body unexpectedly burned the poison membrane, using his mother's venom as fuel to burn the night. Paths of bloody light blazed towards the sky, the plague-like veil burned to ash in the path of fire. Crazy blood-colored waves swirled and danced in the air, making the battlefield as chaotic as hell!
"Impossible!" Wen Yao screamed, "This isn't Fen Ye! What did you do?! Who the hell are you?!"
Yes, just burning your life's will is not enough to defeat Qing Shang.
The mechanical disintegration rays alone are not enough to drain the demon's blood.
Although the fire of ambition can set the whole field on fire, it is only a miracle that lasts for a few breaths.
So, bring it all together.
Referencing the method used by the evil knife to plunder the blood of outsiders, the fission ray was modified, the blood that provided energy was replaced with a raging fire that burned the night, and the fire of ambition was integrated into it to obtain the characteristic of burning everything.
He never needed any elaborate tests or structures; his body would naturally respond to his will, for he had already passed the test of integrating his mind and had constructed a framework for integrating his powers. What he learned and understood in the wilderness of despair was the path to the highest level.
"——The Secret Art of Canxin's Anti-Soul!"
The azure hue of death vanished, his will incinerating the poison curtain to ash. Qingshang's power, consumed by madness, transformed into bloody flames, surging into his left arm at the killer's command. This overwhelming force was enough to instantly rip Chu Hengkong's body apart, so he swept his hand across the murderous knife. All his strength poured into the blade, and the blackness instantly receded, transforming the murderous knife into a brilliant blood-red. It uttered a cry of thirst for destruction!
Chu Hengkong closed his eyes and slowly sheathed his sword. A moment of silence fell between heaven and earth as the banshee fled for her life beneath the pale sky.
No. I can't win. That's a madman. A demon. I can never win. There's no hope. No joy. No thrill. Not even a shred of pleasure in his attacks. Only hatred. Only rage. Only murderous intent.
Will die. Will die. Will die, will die, will die, will die, will die——
Go back! Go back to the Bloodless Plains!!
She exerted all her strength to soar high into the sky, soaring to a height where boundaries did not exist. Wen Yao's powerful effort triggered the life essence of Seismic Point 4, and the rules of the Heavenly Prison's borders, which had been suppressed by Fansalar, were finally triggered at this moment. A chaotic vortex appeared in the sky, and the other side was shrouded in blood. That was the passage to the Blood Origin.
Wen Yao flew towards the whirlpool with wild laughter. She lost, she might have failed, but she could always survive, she could still have the last laugh!
On the devastated battlefield, a knight quietly looked at the demon in the sky.
Listen to her crazy laughter.
Look at her timid and cowardly soul.
She ran toward the vortex, the blood flowing from her wounds spurting upwards, forming a rough and majestic bow. Her bone-white lance shrank and thinned, becoming a spiral arrow. She drew the bow, nocked the arrow, and aimed at the demon about to touch the vortex.
The bowstring rang, and the arrow pierced through the sky, piercing Wen Yao's body. The gravity in Qingkun's spear exploded, pinning the Plague Demon to its spot!
"I told you... Don't even think about leaving!"
Wen Yao lowered her head in shock, her gaze spanning thousands of miles to fall on the wounded Blood Knight.
Shame. Fear. Hatred. Panic. All these emotions tangled like mud in the dying heart, transforming into a demonic scream.
“Qingxia!!!!”
The Blood Knight laughed heartily, and the killer drew his blade amidst her laughter. The throbbing heartbeat and the clang of the blade overlapped, and the power gained from consuming Qingshang poured into the murderous blade, transforming it into the force that propelled the slash.
Then, the unique skill of the former Zanshin reappeared, and the swift Iai emerged from the shadow. His slash cast a crimson line between heaven and earth, and the slashed mark erupted with a flame that illuminated the sky.
The passage leading to the upper level of the Heavenly Prison collapsed in the withered heart fire, blood and fire shot up into the sky, burning the Plague Demon and her ambition and malice to ashes!
(End of this chapter)
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