Chapter 147: The Power of Blood Radiance
Chapter 147: The Power of Blood Radiance
Bzzzt…
The cold longsword was faster than Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul, closing in within an instant.
Even before it struck, the sharp sword energy hissed, a force that would slay gods blocking gods, and buddhas blocking buddhas, twisting the very air and even evaporating it in its path!
The leading young man displayed shocking power with just one thrust, perfectly showcasing the might of the Mortal Realm Peak. His cold eyes and fierce attack reminded one of the Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie, wielder of the Emotionless Sword, practitioner of the Heartless Sword Dao. Just as ruthless, just as merciless—a single strike to kill!
The sixth personal disciple of the Sword Hall master was truly extraordinary!
“By blood, the shaman exists; by the shaman, blood boils!”
From a distant mountaintop, Mu Feng roared, forming a Shamanic Incantation with his hands, violently stirring the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood within him. In an instant, as he was about to be struck and his soul scattered, his Spiritual Soul suddenly accelerated, turning into a streak of bloody light cutting through the night sky.
“You dare to roam in spirit form, spying on my Immortal Sword Sect? You seek death!”
The leading young man raised an eyebrow, his longsword leaving his hand as he leaped onto it, following the trail left by Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul with lightning speed. Behind him, a hundred White-robed Swordsmen poured out, gripping their swords tightly as they gave chase, brushing over the treetops. With a light tap of their toes, they leaped from one fragile branch to another tree dozens of steps away, moving incredibly fast.
Sword riding?
Glancing back at the relentless pursuer, Mu Feng felt his limbs go cold. His Spiritual Soul in the air sped up again, transforming into a red light that vanished into his body. The next moment, he shot upward; but before he could escape, a sharp sword gleam arrived behind him, heading straight for the back of his head with overwhelming force.
So fast!
Instantly, Mu Feng understood his opponent’s speed far exceeded his own; a clean retreat was impossible. Gritting his teeth, he abruptly turned around.
Boom… Whirr…
After a soul-shaking roar, a massive, faint Blood Wheel phantom appeared beneath his feet.
At first glance, it seemed barely there, but a closer look revealed turbulent bloody energy flowing within. It was like a weapon to slaughter immortals and behead buddhas, radiating sky-high killing intent; like a lofty crimson throne, imposing immense pressure; like the legendary wheel of reincarnation, awe-inspiring and terrifying!
Blood Wheel!
Before even attacking, Mu Feng unleashed the Blood Wheel, greatly boosting his offense and defense. With an outstretched hand, a buzzing, trembling, fearsome Blood Spear materialized in the air.
“Who are you?”
The sudden appearance of the churning, bloody Blood Wheel startled the shadow-like young man, pausing his attack briefly.
Hu…
Without a word, Mu Feng answered with a thrown Blood Spear. In a flash, he seized the initiative with a fierce strike.
Clink…
A crisp sound pierced the night.
The sword-riding young man deflected the vicious Blood Spear with his blade. For a moment, his body remained motionless, but the blood inside him surged violently, its temperature skyrocketing. Like dry wood meeting a fierce fire, his blood seemed about to ignite, boiling and rushing to his brain.
Powerful!
The usually arrogant young man was inwardly shaken. His gaze at Mu Feng grew more solemn. “Audacious! Where did you come from, Devil Leader? Huh… wait, that’s not right… You… you’re that scholar our master is hunting and searching for?”
Under the faint moonlight, after a quick scan of Mu Feng, the leading young man suddenly cried out in recognition. Shocked, he let out a long whistle, signaling the White-robed Swordsmen behind to speed up. Then, without hesitation, he launched a full-force attack, thrusting his sword toward Mu Feng’s brow. With a whoosh, the tip was almost upon him; in his haste, he failed to notice the eighteen small banners planted in the ground.
“Yinfeng Formation, suppress!”
Mu Feng swiftly retreated, barking the command.
Instantly, the eighteen Blood Witch Commands planted in the ground flapped loudly, instantly enlarging. The fiercely attacking young man suddenly felt his body grow heavy, as if carrying a massive mountain, even his sharp sword weighing a thousand pounds. Worse, with a dizzying shift, he lost sight of Mu Feng as a thick black mist suddenly enveloped the area within a hundred meters.
Yinfeng Formation, Seal Character Mantra!
The protective Eighteen Blood Witch Commands displayed astonishing power at the critical moment. Next, before the trapped young man could react, the eighteen banners rustled loudly. A Yin Wind rose, sending sand and stones flying, and the forms of the Eighteen Evil Ghosts appeared.
Roar…
The Eighteen Evil Ghosts collectively raised their heads and roared, fiercely pouncing on the young man trapped in the formation.
“Yinfeng Formation? Are you from the Yinfeng Sect?”
As the sixth personal disciple of the Sword Hall master of the Immortal Sword Sect, the trapped young man was knowledgeable. At the sight of the Eighteen Evil Ghosts, his face changed.
Though the Yinfeng Sect had suffered heavy losses decades ago, it remained a giant on par with the Immortal Sword Sect, producing many powerful figures, each a fearsome Devil Leader. Suddenly seeing Mu Feng summon the Eighteen Evil Ghosts, he was greatly alarmed, tightly gripping his sharp sword. Abandoning the chase for Mu Feng, his body suddenly began to spin rapidly. “Sword Control Art, Sword Whirlwind!”
Bzzzt…
The Yinfeng Formation shrouded in black mist suddenly erupted with crisscrossing sword energy. After a sharp cry, the heads of the Eighteen Evil Ghosts all fell to the ground, the thick black mist almost completely swept away, revealing Mu Feng’s figure.
One sword strike!
With just one strike, the leading young man shattered the Yinfeng Formation, fully displaying the astounding combat prowess of a Sword Hall personal disciple.
After beheading the Eighteen Evil Ghosts with one sword, he lightly tapped the ground with his sharp blade and launched himself through the air toward Mu Feng, unleashing a storm of attacks without pause. Simultaneously, from the mountainside came the whooshing sounds of dozens of elite White-robed Swordsmen rushing forth with alarming speed.
“The personal disciple of the Sword Hall is truly formidable!”
Mu Feng’s expression was icy. Facing the young man’s fierce attacks, thousands of Blood Vines burst from his body, coiling toward his opponent.
“Hahaha, a petty trick! Kid, you’re finished. Walking right into the trap, saving us the effort—hand over the Great Extinction Sword Manual!”
The young man laughed heartily. Still in mid-air, he impossibly spun once more, his sword gleaming with cold light as he severed all the approaching Blood Vines. Then, he thrust his sword toward Mu Feng’s brow, unstoppable!
Clink…
The leading young man’s skill was astounding, his speed like a shooting star. Though Mu Feng dodged the vital spot at the last moment, evading his brow, the sword smashed through Mu Feng’s Blood Armor and stabbed into his left shoulder. Next, with a simple pull and swipe, he could behead him!
“You celebrated too soon!”
Watching the aggressive young man who had landed a hit, Mu Feng laughed coldly. He allowed the sharp sword to pierce him, then vigorously churned the blood energy within his body. Instantly, he erupted with overwhelming bloody waves. The close-range young man had no time to retreat; he only saw a red flash before his eyes, then a sudden sharp pain in his brow as a short blade, neither quite sword nor knife, stabbed deeply into him.
Blood Radiance!
Mu Feng’s face remained cold. He had allowed the talented young man to break the Yinfeng Formation, allowed him to cut all the Blood Vines, and taken a shoulder injury—all to sacrifice and unleash the Blood Radiance for a one-hit kill at the moment his opponent was most excited and confident of victory!