Chapter 120: Mountain of Corpses, Sea of Blood
Chapter 120: Mountain of Corpses, Sea of Blood
A fierce wind, blade flashes, Dao Duanliu!
Watching the cold-blooded assassin Dao Duanliu suddenly appear during his most relaxed moment, when his power was weakest, Mu Feng was covered in a cold sweat. In that split second, he didn’t even have time to dodge. His keen nose deeply smelled the scent of death.
All along the way, he had been cautious, alert at every turn. Who would have thought it would still end like this in the end? He was going to die under the blade of a cold-blooded assassin.
The words of the girl in black, Ouyang Shengnan, were still vivid in his memory. Who could have imagined the next assassin would arrive so quickly, and appear under such circumstances?
“Brother Mu Feng!”
Just as Mu Feng couldn’t dodge in time and was about to be sliced in half, a panicked cry came from inside the carriage. Then, Jing Wushuang, who had been trembling in a corner in terror, suddenly found courage from somewhere and threw herself fearlessly onto Mu Feng. She used her frail body to block the fierce blade for him.
Thud…
It happened so suddenly. Mu Feng hadn’t expected it, nor had the murderous assassin Dao Duanliu. Dao Duanliu paused slightly, but the sharp blade still sliced viciously into Jing Wushuang’s back. From her right shoulder all the way down to her left waist, it left a terrifying, bone-deep wound that almost cleaved her diagonally in two.
The gush of blood splashed all over Mu Feng’s head and face.
“No… Shuang’er!”
Seeing the fatal wound on Jing Wushuang, Mu Feng’s eyes turned bloodshot. His hair stood on end in fury, and he threw back his head with a furious roar. An unprecedented rage surged up in his heart.
Suddenly, the long-dormant Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood flickered with red light, violently churning like waves of scorching blood. Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle… Inside his body, his blood energy surged intensely. The hot, churning blood waves erupted with an incomparably savage power. The blood energy radiated outward, faintly forming a mist of blood around his body. At a glance, it seemed like a savage, bloodthirsty beast of ancient times was awakening.
“Ah…”
Mu Feng roared again. With a sharp crack, he snapped the Jade Green Xiao in his hands clean in two. A hot breath of blood energy sprayed onto it, instantly dissolving it into a puddle of blood water. His aura surged skyward!
In that instant, the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood inside him rumbled, churning out even wilder tides of blood lust. His killing intent intensified further. The moment the Jade Green Xiao dissolved into blood water, the restraint that had haunted his mind for the last two days finally vanished like mist. The prickling, uncomfortable feeling disappeared. The familiar power of bloodlust and savagery returned to his body.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Embarking on the Way through Slaughter, Blood Refining Yang Seizing! Any enemy who stood in his way would be killed without mercy!
In his fury, Mu Feng decisively abandoned the Path of Tranquility he had painstakingly pondered these past two days and returned to his Path of Slaughter!
The Path of Tranquility was profound and mighty. Cultivating it successfully could also lead one towards the Cultivation Peak. But no matter how powerful this cultivation art was, it wasn’t suitable for him. Right now, what he needed wasn’t reason or calmness. What he needed was power. He needed endless slaughter.
As a Great Blood-Refining Sorcerer, power was his pursuit, killing was his path. The Path of Tranquility, which required tranquility and detachment, cultivating that would only forcefully bind him with fetters!
“Kill!”
Mu Feng bellowed furiously. Holding the critically wounded Jing Wushuang with one arm, he fearlessly punched towards the fierce, cold-blooded assassin in black, Dao Duanliu.
Whoosh…
The punch, powerful and heavy, hadn’t even landed, but the fierce wind of the blow alone struck Dao Duanliu, making his blood churn wildly within him. It felt like his blood was going to explode out of control. Mu Feng’s fist came too fast and too ferociously. In that split second, he had no time to dodge.
“Blade Without Shadow!”
At the crucial moment, assassin Dao Duanliu, facing danger coldly unafraid, reversed his blade cutting down Mu Feng’s chest in counter-attack defense. He believed Mu Feng would be forced to retreat backward. Who would have thought that, in his fury, Mu Feng neither dodged nor flinched? Mu Feng allowed the sharp blade to chop viciously into his body while focusing his energy into a brutal punch squarely into Dao Duanliu’s chest.
Thud…
The ruthless assassin Dao Duanliu, blade and all, was suddenly sent flying back violently by Mu Feng’s punch.
Before his body even hit the ground, blood sprayed from his mouth with a “pfft!” Blood seeped from every pore on his body. In his chest, ribs fractured with an almost collective crack. Inside his body, his blood violently surged, frighteningly hot like it might set his whole body ablaze like a torch.
“The Mu Manor God of Slaughter… Truly formidable!”
Dao Duanliu’s face was deathly pale. The moment his toes touched the ground, he turned and fled at top speed. He vanished in just a few leaps!
He hadn’t struck a killing blow; instead, his blade landed on Jing Wushuang. For him, the mission was already a failure. Prolonging the fight was meaningless! Though Mu Feng was covered in his own blood, radiated a deep, frightening danger that made everyone wary. He was terrifying!
“Go!”
Watching Mu Feng’s ferocity, his face and body covered in blood from himself and Jing Wushuang like a man drenched in crimson, the injured White Ghost on the ground felt terror creep deep into his bones. Ignoring the wound on his neck, he gritted his teeth and crawled toward the nearby Black Ghost, hoping to flee with his more grievously wounded companion as far away as possible.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh…
White Ghost moved with fright-fueled speed. But before he reached Black Ghost, terrifyingly thick, blood-red vines suddenly pierced through the air, stabbing dagger-like towards them. Wrapping around their bodies, hundreds of the vines coiled around and lifted them and with a whoosh, they were held before Mu Feng.
“Young Master Mu Feng… No… Great Lord Mu Feng! We were just following orders! We beg you, spare us! We can serve you forever, be your slaves, do anything for you!”
Staring at the bloody, fearsome Mu Feng, White Ghost pleaded bitterly.
Hoisted into the air by hundreds of ferocious blood vines and gravely wounded, he had no strength left to resist. Beside him, Black Ghost opened his mouth as if to beg for mercy too. But after his chest was pierced by a Flying Sword, he had suffered a mortal wound; his breath was faint, too weak to utter a word!
Whoosh…
Mu Feng’s face was icy. His response to White Ghost’s desperate pleas was more surging blood vines. The next moment, the plump White Ghost shriveled like a punctured ball of air, his body withering.
“No…”
White Ghost screamed pitifully, but it couldn’t change his miserable fate. Soon, along with Black Ghost beside him, he was transformed into two cold, dried corpses. Every drop of their blood and Yang Energy was drained, not a trace left.
“Devil Leader! He’s a true Devil Leader who kills without blinking!”
“The God of Slaughter! The Mu Manor God of Slaughter! Run! Run now!”
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Many of the masked men, seeing Mu Feng drenched in blood and severely wounded, had initially thought to swarm him together. But witnessing the North Flow Twin Ghosts, two powerful experts, being drained into dried corpses alive, they were utterly terrified. Scattering in panic, they turned and scrambled frantically for their lives, each trying to outrun the other. Unfortunately, before they could escape far, the terrifying blood-red vines whistled after them, piercing their bodies and devouring the essence of their blood and their Yang Energy.
Very soon, the gloomy ravine was littered with corpses, strewn with bodies that looked like dried husks weathered for a thousand years. The ground was a river of blood; the thick stench of blood carried far into the distance. Sensing Mu Feng’s bloodthirsty, savage aura, not a single beast dared approach.
Mountain of Corpses! Sea of Blood!
In his great rage, Mu Feng showed absolutely no mercy. Of the over one hundred brutal masked men… not a single one survived.