Chapter 142: Blade Severing Head

“Watch out!”

Mu Feng instinctively pushed Jing Wushuang beside him away, acting as if facing a great enemy.

After unfolding his Spiritual Soul, he initially thought every movement around him was clear, no anomaly could escape his notice. After cleanly killing the Five Ghosts of Jianshui, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his taut nerves finally relaxed. He never expected that there was still one fish that slipped through the net underwater. It launched a sudden attack at the moment he was most relaxed and distracted by the wooden boat taking on water!

Splash…

Before Mu Feng could prepare further, the boat plank suddenly shattered, creating a large hole. A fierce black shadow shot up into the air, bringing with it a sharp blade radiance as it swung down its blade ferociously. The strike was powerful and fierce. Before the sharp blade even got close, the sharp force of the wind made Mu Feng’s long hair fly backward, his robe flapped loudly, and even his brow ached faintly.

Dao Duanliu!

The peerless blademaster who had struck once and retreated at Green Kill Pass, leaving Jing Wushuang severely injured, had suddenly appeared again!

His attack was ruthless and fierce. Although he hadn’t broken through to the Elite Realm, his cultivation was far stronger than the average Mortal Realm Peak expert!

Hum…

The blade flashed, accompanied by a soul-shaking blade hum, and instantly appeared before Mu Feng. Its speed was so fast it caught people off guard!

Boom…

At the critical moment between life and death, Mu Feng said nothing but violently stirred the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood within his body. Instantly, his entire body’s blood energy surged, and a formidable Blood Wheel phantom appeared beneath his feet. Just as Dao Duanliu’s blade was about to strike down, a red light flashed over Mu Feng’s body, and a fearsome Blood Armor materialized.

Compared to before, the hastily condensed Blood Armor rolled with heat waves and was adorned with mysterious Talismanic Scripts. Upon closer look, one could see these weren’t ordinary scripts, but figures of Ancient Great Witches, some sitting, some standing. An ancient, vast aura immediately spread out far and wide.

Ancient Witchcraft — Witch’s Blessing!

Using his lifeblood as the guide and his Spiritual Soul as the source, he invoked the blessings of the Ancient Great Witches.

The originally hard and fearsome Blood Armor now flowed with blood light, looking even more indestructible!

Thud…

Dao Duanliu, who had suddenly burst from underwater, slammed his blade fiercely onto Mu Feng’s forehead, a cold smirk on his face. In that instant, Jing Wushuang and Old Man Li, who saw that Mu Feng had no time to dodge and they had no time to rescue him, let out a sharp cry.

Draw the blade to cut the water, the water ceases to flow!

A Mortal Realm Peak blademaster striking down so fiercely, directly on the forehead—who could survive that?

Jing Wushuang felt her hands and feet turn cold. In that moment, her mind went almost blank.

Last time at Green Kill Pass, she had thrown herself forward without regard for her own safety to block the fatal blow for Mu Feng. Now, merely steps away, it felt as distant as the ends of the earth in an instant. She wanted to save him but was powerless. Watching Dao Duanliu’s sharp blade land on Mu Feng’s forehead, she painfully closed her eyes.

The most agonizing thing in the world isn’t losing a loved one, but watching the one you hold dearest and love most die before your eyes, powerless to stop it!

That feeling was like a sharp knife stabbing into the chest, slowly cutting the heart apart piece by piece.

At this moment, Jing Wushuang suddenly understood why Chu San, who had survived a great disaster, was in so much pain and looked so dazed.

Witnessing his mother burned alive before his eyes—that kind of pain, unless personally experienced, who could know how much it truly hurt? Facing such a trauma, let alone an underage child, even an adult couldn’t bear it. The person might still be alive, but the heart was already dead!

“Young Master Mu, rest in peace!”

Dao Duanliu’s face was cold, but the moment his strike succeeded, his eyes couldn’t help but flash with excitement and thrill.

Over the years, the people who had died by his blade numbered at least a thousand, maybe eight hundred; he had lost count himself. High officials, wealthy gentry, regional overlords… all sorts had fallen to his blade, even including experts of the Elite Realm. Caught off guard, they were all cut down just the same.

After killing so many, his heart had naturally grown cold, like an ordinary person crushing an ant while walking, without a trace of emotional fluctuation.

However, in this scholar Mu Feng, he felt a long-lost pressure, or rather, tension and excitement. Just like when he first joined Yi Pin Dao and killed for the first time, a mix of pressure, tension, excitement, and anticipation.

Last time at Green Kill Pass, even with the advantage and a surprise attack aided by the North Flow Twin Ghosts, he failed to kill Mu Feng. Instead, he was severely injured by Mu Feng’s punch, which shocked him greatly regarding his target. After leaving Green Kill Pass, while recuperating, he gathered extensive information on Mu Feng, conducting detailed analysis and research. This time, coming prepared and changing his approach to a surprise attack from underwater, he indeed succeeded with one strike!

The usually cold-blooded Dao Duanliu felt a long-absent excitement. However, in the next moment, the joy on his face froze.

Mu Feng, struck on the forehead by the blade, wasn’t cleanly split in two as expected. Instead, the Blood Armor on his body shimmered with red light, wavered briefly, but remained tightly fitted, protecting all his vital points. Compared to before, only the red light had dimmed.

After condensing the Blood Wheel, Mu Feng’s attack and defense were both far beyond what they used to be.

Dao Duanliu had collected a lot of information on Mu Feng and was fully prepared for this battle. Although he knew Mu Feng had astonishing comprehension and trained much faster than ordinary Mu Manor disciples, he never imagined that since their parting at Green Kill Pass, Mu Feng’s strength had skyrocketed to such a level in such a short time.

One blade strike couldn’t even leave a scratch—was this still a Mortal Realm cultivator, still a scholar?

After the sudden shock came an unprecedented fear. In Mu Feng, the usually one-hit-kill Dao Duanliu sensed an unparalleled danger. Without hesitation, he pushed off the boat plank with his toes, flipping backward abruptly to retreat swiftly, attempting to dive into the water and escape far away using his astounding speed.

He had already experienced Mu Feng’s prowess last time at Green Kill Pass. This time, he didn’t want to take another punch and relive the feeling of his blood boiling uncontrollably, as if about to combust.

“Since you’re here, can you still run?”

Mu Feng gave a cold laugh.

This time, he didn’t throw a punch. Instead, hundreds of Blood Vines shot out from his body with a ‘whoosh,’ streaking toward Dao Duanliu, who was still in the air, like bayonets.

Hum…

While still airborne and before hitting the water, Dao Duanliu violently stirred his internal Spiritual Power. The blade in his hand immediately erupted with sharp blade radiance. With a crack, he severed all the Blood Vines near him. As his feet touched the water surface, seeing that he could dive away, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, before he could feel relieved for long, the top of his head suddenly felt cold, and five fingers brutally pierced into his skull.

Yinwind Skeleton Claw!

Mu Feng showed no mercy, directly leaving five holes in Dao Duanliu’s head.

“Ah…”

Dao Duanliu cried out in shock, not expecting to suffer a fatal blow just as his body was about to submerge into the water. His sharp cleaver buzzed as he swung it backward toward Mu Feng’s legs, trying to force him to let go.

“Still not giving up?”

Mu Feng’s eyes turned icy. He bare-handedly grabbed Dao Duanliu’s right hand, twisted and broke his joint. Then, following the momentum, he pushed forward and yanked back hard. The sharp blade edge cut through Dao Duanliu’s throat. The remaining force didn’t stop; it directly chopped off his head.

One blade severed the head!

The cold-blooded assassin Dao Duanliu, who had been notorious in the Southern Borderlands for years, became ‘Blade Severing Head’ in an instant, dying by his own large blade!