Chapter 152: Crimson Dawn
Chapter 152: Crimson Dawn
Flying Sword?
Seeing the sudden red light appear before his eyes, the Nine-Fingered Black Demon, who had been firmly winning, changed his expression. He abandoned his attempt to tear open Mu Feng’s chest and swiftly changed his move. With one hand, he grabbed the long sword in Mu Feng’s grasp, while the other hand shot straight toward the red light, trying to seize the fiercely attacking Blood Radiance.
His Purgatory Iron Claw, made from unknown materials, was entirely black, covered with mysterious talismanic scripts, and harder than deep-sea meteoric iron. Grabbed by him, the sharp long sword in Mu Feng’s hand remained immovable; even with all his strength, Mu Feng could not pull it free. If the Blood Radiance were also caught, what would happen then?
“Kill!”
Mu Feng let out a furious roar, wildly surging the boiling, scorching blood energy within his body. Instantly, the Blood Radiance in the air accelerated once more, slamming hard into the Nine-Fingered Black Demon’s iron claw.
Clink…
After a crisp sound, the sharp Blood Radiance pierced through the Nine-Fingered Black Demon’s iron claw, penetrated his palm, and flew out, splattering a shower of blood. The usually glowing Blood Radiance now looked dull and black, stained with a dark aura. After piercing the Nine-Fingered Black Demon’s palm, it wavered unsteadily, as if about to fall to the ground or even lose control.
“Go!”
Mu Feng was greatly alarmed. A fearsome Blood Vine burst from his body, wrapped around the darkened Blood Radiance, and he turned to flee.
Seeing the Blood Radiance on the verge of losing control, his shock was immense!
The Blood Radiance, forged from a Flying Sword and blade energy, was his most powerful—even life-saving—trump card, surpassing even the Eighteen Blood Witch Commands. If this treasure, personally crafted by him, were taken by the Nine-Fingered Black Demon, the loss would be devastating. In the future, if he encountered another Mortal Realm Peak expert like the sixth direct disciple of the Sword Hall, what would he use to defend himself?
“Ah… Where do you think you’re running? Stay here!”
The Nine-Fingered Black Demon lifted his head and let out an angry roar. He clawed out, tearing off a piece of Mu Feng’s robe. The next moment, his figure surged forward, crashing through the wall blocking his path as he gritted his teeth and gave chase.
Mu Feng was greatly startled, but the Nine-Fingered Black Demon was even more shocked and taken by surprise.
His Purgatory Iron Claw, painstakingly forged over nearly a hundred years!
Worn on his hands, they could kill gods and slay buddhas. He could directly seize the swords of Elite Realm opponents bare-handed, making his attacks hard to defend against. Who would have thought such a treasure would be broken by Mu Feng, a mere Mortal Realm swordsman, leaving an irreparable hole?
“Lord Black Demon, what happened?”
Seeing the Nine-Fingered Black Demon crash through the wall in a furious rage, Scarface, who had not gone far, quickly rushed over. Behind him followed a large group of vicious devil leaders.
“Kill! Chase down that Immortal Sword Sect disciple and tear him to pieces! Spread the order: any Immortal Sword Sect members you see—kill them on sight!”
The Nine-Fingered Black Demon issued the command without pause as he chased after Mu Feng.
Enraged, his eyes turned red, and a fierce killing intent radiated from his entire body. He wished he could tear every Immortal Sword Sect disciple to shreds. Glancing down at the nearly destroyed Purgatory Iron Claw on his left hand, he could not help but feel deep hatred for Mu Feng.
“After him, everyone chase him down!”
“Stop that Immortal Sword Sect assassin up ahead, quick!”
“Kill! Slaughter them all, hehehe!”
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Following the Nine-Fingered Black Demon’s order, the already cruel and bloodthirsty evil cultists erupted into frenzy, chasing after him with wild shouts. Meanwhile, hidden sentinels ahead rushed out simultaneously, attempting to block Mu Feng’s path! A triangular-faced man, wielding a short staff and confident in his strength, was the first to charge viciously toward Mu Feng.
“Those who stand in my way—die!”
Facing the powerful short staff, Mu Feng’s expression turned icy. Instead of dodging, he accelerated forward.
Thud…
The heavy iron staff smashed hard into his left shoulder, halting his steps and reopening his wounds, leaving him drenched in blood. At the same time, the fierce triangular-faced man was sent flying by Mu Feng’s punch, his chest caving in. His bones shattered, and before his body even hit the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood and died with unclosed eyes.
“Kill!”
“Surround him together!”
…
Four hidden sentinels rushed forward, trying to join forces and stop Mu Feng. Unfortunately, before they could strike, ferocious Blood Vines suddenly appeared in the air, stabbing into their bodies like bayonets. Their steps faltered, and in an instant, they all turned into desiccated corpses. Only after Mu Feng passed by like a gust of wind did their dried-up bodies collapse to the ground!
If he didn’t want to die, he had to charge forward desperately, fighting his way out!
Sensing the Nine-Fingered Black Demon getting closer, Mu Feng did not look back. He wildly stirred the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood within him, fighting his way out fiercely as he headed straight for the Poplar Grove ten miles away.
In their first encounter, he realized he was far from a match for the great devil leader, the Nine-Fingered Black Demon. If not for the surprise attack of the Blood Radiance, he would not have lasted three rounds against him. At this point, turning to fight back was suicide. Hiding in the deep mountains or even jumping into the Shigeng River would not save him. His only hope was to bite down and fight his way out, redirecting the trouble by leading these devil leaders to the Poplar Grove where the Sword Hall disciples were stationed. Only then might he escape death!
Whoosh…
Mu Feng’s feet moved like the wind, sweeping over the weed-covered wild mountains. Behind him, the Nine-Fingered Black Demon, wreathed in black energy, pursued relentlessly. Further back was a large group of vicious, howling monsters and demons.
From a distance, it looked like a blood-soaked white-robed swordsman was desperately fleeing, holding only half a broken sword. Behind him was a dense, countless horde of devil leaders. The group advanced like a sharp arrowhead, heading straight for a patch of Poplar Grove ten miles away.
Outside Hetian Village, Poplar Grove.
The seventh disciple of the Sword Hall had a white cloth wrapped around his forehead and personally buried his sixth senior brother beneath a large tree. Without a shovel or sword, he dug a deep hole in the hard ground with his bare hands. After placing the body inside, he used his hands to scoop soil, piling it up bit by bit alone. All ten of his fingers were bloody, scraped by the hard gravel. Around him stood numerous Sword Hall disciples, their eyes red with fury and killing intent.
“Sixth Senior Brother, rest in peace. In this lifetime, I will cut off the enemy’s head to avenge you!”
The seventh disciple’s face was resolute. There were no tears in his eyes—only unprecedented anger and hatred.
The Sword Hall master’s seven direct disciples were as close as brothers. Losing a brother without even seeing the enemy’s face filled the seventh disciple with rage. He swore he would not let the perpetrator escape. Before the grave was fully built, a white-robed swordsman suddenly rushed over, looking anxious.
“Report, Seventh Lord! One of our elites is being pursued by a large group of devil leaders. They’re getting closer!”
The hidden sentinel responsible for outer perimeter vigilance had quickly noticed the disturbance outside the grove.
Whoosh…
Without a word, the seventh disciple leaped onto a nearby tree. Looking up, he saw Mu Feng, covered in blood, nearly torn apart by a claw from the Nine-Fingered Black Demon.
“It really was these evil cultists who did it! Seventh Lord, give the order! If we don’t act now, another Sword Hall elite will die at their hands!”
The swordsman known as Ben Tou San jumped to the treetop. Watching Mu Feng’s narrow escape and the vicious horde of devil leaders behind him, he loudly requested orders.
“Seventh Lord, give the command!”
“Strengthen the Sword Hall’s might, uphold the Immortal Sword Sect’s glory—kill!”
“Seventh Lord, kill! Seventh Lord, kill!”
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After climbing the treetops and witnessing the scene outside the grove, the white-robed swordsmen bowed together, requesting orders with overwhelming killing intent.
“Good! Kill! Avenge Sixth Senior Brother!”
As soon as the seventh disciple gave the order, clang—he drew the sword at his waist and was the first to dash out, thrusting his blade toward the vicious Nine-Fingered Black Demon behind Mu Feng. Behind him, whoosh whoosh—the eager Sword Hall elites all rushed out with battle cries.
Under Mu Feng’s provocation and manipulation, the righteous and evil sides, already suspicious and wary of each other, finally erupted into a fierce conflict!
The Nine-Fingered Black Demon was overwhelmingly powerful and fearsome, but soon, he was tightly surrounded by a Sword Formation laid out by over a hundred white-robed swordsmen. In the blink of an eye, the area outside the grove was filled with the sounds of killing, and corpses lay everywhere. In the distance, more Sword Hall disciples and evil devil leaders, hearing the news, rushed to join the battlefield.