Chapter 148: Seventh Lord
Chapter 148: Seventh Lord
Bloody Radiance!
Mu Feng roared angrily, and the blood radiance transformed into a streak of red light that vanished into his body. At the same time, dozens of fierce Blood Vines burst out, ready to pierce into the young man. Just as he prepared to use Blood Refining Yang Seizing, he heard the sharp whistling sounds behind him and suddenly felt a stirring in his heart. The Eighteen Blood Witch Commands unfurled in the wind, quickly emitting a wisp of white mist that condensed into the figure of He Liushuang.
“Liushuang, quick, snap this man’s throat bone!”
Hearing the nearing footsteps of many White-robed Swordsmen, Mu Feng gave the order in a deep voice.
In the blink of an eye, he quickly thought of a bold idea.
“Yes!”
He Liushuang, whose figure had just solidified, bowed and obeyed. With a sharp flick of her long sleeve, she wrapped it around the young man’s throat, snapping his throat bone with a crack.
After practicing the Spirit Cultivation Art taught by Mu Feng, she gradually transformed from a sorrowful female ghost into a Spirit Body. Her consciousness became clearer, and her soul gradually became complete. The Yin Energy inside her not only did not weaken but grew stronger. As her figure solidified, a chilling wind swept over the mountaintop, and the temperature dropped sharply.
“Good, let’s go!”
Glancing at the dark bruise on the young man’s throat, Mu Feng praised and stored He Liushuang back into the Eighteen Blood Witch Commands. With a swift movement, he turned and disappeared into the vast Forest Sea, taking the protective treasure with him.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
Just as Mu Feng’s figure vanished, cold, expressionless White-robed Swordsmen descended from the sky, landing on the treetops.
“Sixth Brother, no… Sixth Brother…”
After rushing up to the mountaintop in one breath, the Seventh Disciple of the Sword Hall stared in disbelief at the motionless body of the leading young man.
Seven breaths!
He had put forth his utmost effort along the way, only arriving seven breaths later than his Sixth Brother! Who would have thought that in such a short time, his powerful Sixth Brother would meet such a fate!
“Seventh Lord, such strong Yin Energy!”
A fierce-looking swordsman stepped forward, approaching the Seventh Disciple of the Sword Hall with a grave expression. “The Sixth Lord was struck in the forehead by a sharp blade, but it was the snapped throat bone that proved fatal. Look, even now, the bruise on his throat hasn’t faded, and it emits thick Yin Energy. If I’m not mistaken, this must be the work of a ruthless Devil Leader!”
The pervasive, cold Yin Energy in the air made every White-robed Swordsman present tense and vigilant.
To eliminate Mu Feng, the scholar, the Sword Hall of the Immortal Sword Sect had mobilized heavily, and Blind Master had also sent many of his men. Now, it was unclear just how many evil forces had gathered nearby. Although they appeared cold and indifferent on the surface, everyone was secretly on guard against the evil forces operating around them.
In the Sword Hall, aside from the lofty Hall Master and the Young Master who died at Mu Feng’s hands, the Seven Disciples held the highest prestige. Even the Sixth and Seventh, who had not yet broken through to the Elite Realm, held status far above many Honored Guest Elders, and everyone addressed them as “Lord.”
“A Devil Leader?”
The Seventh Disciple suddenly looked up, his face twisted with rage. “Ben Tou San, are you saying Sixth Brother was killed by a Devil Leader under Blind Master Bi Luotian?”
“Seventh Lord, in these remote mountains and wild forests, where else could such a formidable Devil Leader suddenly appear if not among those evil forces blocking the rivers and ferries?” The swordsman known as Ben Tou San coldly added, “The legendary sword manual left by the Saint Gongsun Jimie—who wouldn’t be tempted? Especially ruthless evil forces who always respect strength! I suspect this wasn’t a simple conflict but a planned ambush. Those Devil Leaders blocking the rivers not only want to kill that scholar named Mu but also seize the Great Extinction Sword Manual he carries. To be safe, they first concentrated their forces to ambush our Sword Hall experts. Look at the wounds on the Sixth Lord’s forehead and throat—they don’t seem to be from the same person. It’s likely he was ambushed by several Devil Leaders!”
“Right, these two wounds don’t look like they were made by one person. The Sixth Lord was at least ambushed by two powerful enemies!”
A respected middle-aged swordsman leapt down lightly to the ground, agreeing with Ben Tou San’s analysis. Gripping his longsword, he said to the Seventh Disciple gravely, “Seventh Lord, request urgent reinforcements and launch a counterattack against these Devil Leaders. Otherwise, before that scholar Mu even appears, we’ll all be killed by these evil forces!”
“Sixth Lord, take action!”
“Kill every Devil Leader, strengthen our Sword Hall’s might, and uphold the glory of our Immortal Sword Sect!”
…
Hundreds of White-robed Swordsmen bowed in unison, their killing intent soaring.
“Good! Strengthen our Sword Hall’s might and uphold the glory of our Immortal Sword Sect! Pass the order: gather all elite forces of the Sword Hall within fifty miles and assemble at the Poplar Grove ten miles from the ferry!”
The Sword Hall’s Seventh Disciple gave the order sternly, his eyes blazing with anger.
Although he was by nature hot-tempered and furious, he didn’t rashly order an immediate attack. He planned to gather elites while urgently seeking instructions from his master. Otherwise, a reckless battle with the evil forces could lead to heavy losses, and if someone took the chance to steal the Great Extinction Sword Manual from Mu Feng, it would be disastrous. If the Immortal Sword Sect’s leaders held them accountable, even his lofty master might not bear the responsibility!
“Let’s go, gather all Sword Hall elites!”
“Kill those Devil Leaders, leave none alive!”
…
The White-robed Swordsmen, filled with killing intent, turned and left swiftly. They came fast and left even faster, disappearing in the blink of an eye like shooting stars.
Only one who had been caught short stayed behind. After pulling up his pants, he was about to fly after the others when suddenly, hundreds of blood-red vines emerged from a nearby bush. They tightly wrapped around his body, and as he opened his mouth to cry for help, several Blood Vines rushed in, extending down his throat into his abdomen.
“Mmph… mmph…”
The unprepared White-robed Swordsman struggled in terror, his mouth stretched wide by the vines, unable to close or utter more than muffled sounds. With excruciating pain in his abdomen, he quickly lost consciousness. After the fierce Blood Vines retreated, not a single wound was visible on his body, but his internal organs were already shattered, churned into pulp by the terrible vines.
“Strengthen the Sword Hall’s might and uphold the Immortal Sword Sect’s glory? Let me add more fuel to the fire!”
Mu Feng sneered coldly.
Seeing no reason to hold back, he stripped the White-robed Swordsman’s robe and put it on himself. After burying the unfortunate man, he donned his Large Bamboo Hat, took his longsword, and flew toward the ferry where Blind Master’s subordinates gathered. Along the way, whenever he encountered White-robed Swordsmen blocking the path, he didn’t avoid them but swaggered past, moving faster and faster.