482 Meteorite One
The sight of the severed head on the ground was unbelievable; the狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression froze instantly, the eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. The stench of blood made the people around run even faster.
The Crimson King's blade energy flew past like a rainbow, as fast as lightning. No one could dodge it, and no one could withstand it. In an instant, corpses littered the streets, and blood flowed like a river!
"Red King, you're courting death!" Mo Taizhen was burning with rage, his anger reaching the heavens. How long had it been since anyone dared to be so presumptuous in front of him? This was truly unforgivable; he deserved to be torn to pieces and his soul burned for a thousand years to vent his hatred.
His face was ashen, his voice filled with furious shouts, and his composure was completely exhausted. At this moment, he could no longer bear it and just wanted to take action to show the Red King what true power and authority were.
He stared intently at the other person, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
His voice was low and powerful, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. He said, word by word, 'Red King, you've gone too far.'
The Red King's eyes narrowed, instantly sharpening as if they could pierce the darkness and see through all secrets. He stared into the surrounding darkness, where a dangerous signal seemed to lurk within the inky blackness.
He chuckled softly, showing no fear, and said in a low voice, "Heroes who reign supreme always perish; submission or death."
His domineering gaze and terrifying aura spread out, and the large guan dao in his hand rang out fiercely, as if it were the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, about to break through.
Mo Taizhen's eyes were utterly calm, though his anger grew stronger. He slowly retreated, stopping ten feet away from the other two, and whispered, "Together."
There's no reasoning with those who are evil. If I were to suddenly become weak, these two might very well join forces with the Red King to kill me first.
Sacrificing oneself is probably more effective than sacrificing the people of an entire city. Naturally, one cannot entrust one's back to another.
Ma Huai and Lu Shuang exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.
The longsword, its light shining endlessly, unleashed a surge of true energy the instant it moved.
The long whip silently gathered in his hand, the condensed true energy seemingly trembling slightly, ready to unleash a devastating blow.
The three arrived at the same time, and a fierce battle ensued. The sound of metal clashing violently echoed through the night sky, as if mountains were collapsing and the earth was splitting.
A cold light flashed, the sword's edge gleaming as it aimed straight for the Red King's throat. A buzzing sound filled the air as the Red King swung his greatsword in a horizontal slash, parrying the attack. Each strike was powerful, the air itself seeming to explode with the force of the blade.
Vice Master Lu, holding a long whip, gathered all his strength and silently awaited the opportunity to strike.
On the other side, Elder Dongming, wielding a meteor hammer, charged forward with surprising speed, his target being the four subordinates of the Red King. This was also to distract the Red King. If they could kill the Red King today, it would be a great achievement.
Elder Dongming wielded his thick iron mace as easily as a toy, smashing it down with a thunderous roar that echoed through the air.
Suddenly, the Yama's Soul-Seizing Zither music began again, and countless evil spirits rushed in from all directions, instantly turning the surrounding space into a red mist.
A fierce wind raged all around, obscuring the view in an instant. Qing, Feng, Que, and Jun, working in perfect harmony, unleashed their swords and blades simultaneously, instantly forming a massive encirclement and killing formation. The speed was so fast that there was no time to even blink before the sword energy arrived.
The meteor hammer spun rapidly in the air, then the sword and hammer collided violently, creating a deafening explosion that resounded for miles around, causing walls to collapse, tiles to crumble, and smoke and dust to billow everywhere.
Amidst the glint of swords and the trembling of meteor hammers.
As the Red King wielded his greatsword, the wind howled, as if a red dragon were coiling in the air, its terrifying power causing the surrounding air to distort.
Mo Taizhen and Ma Huai, their two long swords gleaming coldly, stood out against the dazzling flames burning around them.
Longswords clashed like lightning, producing a piercing metallic clang. The sword light flashed, leaving behind streaks of silver; setting aside the ornate sword techniques, only the sheer power of the blades and the ferocious sword energy they emanated were truly powerful.
Swords flashed, figures flickered, and everyone was on guard.
The Red King's broadsword, slashing horizontally and vertically, each strike carried astonishing power, as if it intended to cleave the world in two. The blade was sharp and uncomfortable, and Ma Huai immediately felt a pang of unease.
Among the three, the moment they exchanged blows, they instantly felt the vast difference in their levels. They realized that their foundations were far inferior to those of the Red King and the Ink Master.
After just a few moves, the clash between the longsword and the saber was as fierce as a storm, with each collision sending sparks flying everywhere, leaving the onlookers breathless and unable to react in the slightest.
Red King's eyes narrowed, and he moved quickly, closing in on the enemy. His broadsword thrust straight forward, drawing a sharp straight line. The air seemed to be pierced through by the blade, which glowed red-hot as if it were being ignited by high temperature.
The Guan Dao, as imposing as a mountain, charged forward with overwhelming force, its target Ma Huai. Instantly, Mo Taizhen's eyes narrowed slightly. He deliberately channeled more true energy into his sword for a moment, as if accumulating power. He then retreated half a step in mid-air, adjusted his posture, and launched another attack.
Lu Shuang narrowed her eyes, showing no intention of asking for help. She glanced at the battlefield of Dongming Zhenren. The four of them became anxious, surrounded by endless evil spirits and the interference of the zither music, and were caught in a dilemma.
A slight smile played on his lips as he whispered, 'The timing is perfect.' The figure suddenly charged into the battlefield.
Seeing the broadsword closing in on him, Ma Huai suddenly channeled all his strength into his longsword. He knew he couldn't retreat now; only by staying could he survive. He cursed inwardly, 'They're really picking on the weak!'
The great halberd ripped through the night sky like lightning, carrying a power that seemed capable of destroying everything. It was a deep, bright red. The sword held out for a moment, but the great halberd, accompanied by a howling sound like a storm, plunged straight in, offering no resistance whatsoever to the longsword.
A sense of inexplicable horror gripped him. Seeing Mo Taizhen gathering his sword energy in the distance, yet offering no help, he roared, "You shameless!" and turned to flee.
The Red King's greatsword power increased once more. As the greatsword approached, it instantly slashed upwards, cleaving the upper half in two. Caught off guard, the Mo Sect Leader behind the Red King stared intently at him, his mouth agape, unable to utter a roar of rage: "The righteous path is indeed untrustworthy!"
Hot blood splattered out, soaking the Red King's face and splashing his red robe.
A swift sword, cutting through the air, attacked, aiming straight for the head.
Without even glancing, the cold blade flashed, and with another strike, it cleaved Mo Taizhen's head, one life for another.
Elder Lu Shuang suddenly rushed into the battlefield, his sinister long whip moving like a venomous snake, instantly reaching Falcon's side. The whip pierced his longsword and longbow, and he thrust straight at Falcon.
The falcon sword reversed its direction and slashed straight at the long whip, but the whip moved as nimbly as a snake, instantly circling around it.
Transforming into fierce whip shadows, with a sharp whistling sound, they pierced through chests with a tearing sound, the long whips swirling endlessly, instantly turning into dust.
Blood stained the air, a blood mist erupted, filling the air, and reflected in the firelight, the red was blinding.
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