Chapter 34: Blood Spear
Chapter 34: Blood Spear
What?
Challenging Xing Jiu, who was guarding the rear, directly?
Seeing Mu Feng advancing fearlessly, the crowd got excited again.
Overcoming obstacles and defeating numerous Law Enforcement Guards swiftly, this already showed Mu Feng’s power. Just from that, he had enough qualification to enter Chuangong Hall. Earlier, people thought Mu Feng would stop after overcoming the obstacles, waiting for Xing Jiu’s approval to pass. No one expected he would silently charge forward, destroying whatever stood in his way!
Who was Xing Jiu?
The famous Punishment Hall attendant, the Punishment Elder’s ninth personal disciple. He broke through to Late Mortal Realm without many years of practice.
Did Mu Feng charge on headlong due to being a reckless newcomer, or was he overestimating himself?
The watching clansfolk nervously stared at Mu Feng’s every move.
“Well done!”
Seeing Mu Feng rush toward him, Xing Jiu, who was standing back guarding the rear, didn’t get angry but became pleased instead. His body stood perfectly still, but the long sword in his hand suddenly gave out a loud “clang” as half of it unsheathed on its own, full of killing intent.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle…
Suddenly, a huge rumbling came from inside Mu Feng’s body. At first, it sounded like a small stream flowing. Then, it turned into a rushing river. Finally, it became like huge waves crashing onto the shore, getting louder and louder, with deep thunder echoes. An intense heat wave burst out centered on his body, rolling fiercely all around.
Just as people thought he would repeat his previous stunt and charge ahead boldly, he grabbed at the air with a big hand. Suddenly, a blood-red long spear appeared in his grip.
Right away, people felt an overwhelming heat wave. Their blood flowed faster inside them, rising to their heads. Some clansmen with weaker skills and willpower even felt blood rushing to their brains. A sense of blood losing control took over, as if their bodies might explode.
Blood Spear!
Faced with the extremely strong Xing Jiu, Mu Feng pushed the Blood Refining Art to its limit, attacking with all his might!
According to Ancient Primordial Witch Zhu Youxuan’s memories, the Blood Refining Art had nine levels, each stronger than the last. The first was Blood Coagulation, where you coagulated an enemy’s blood into Blood Pearls, used to steal their energy. The second was Blood Tempering, where not only could you push impurities out of the blood, but you could also release it outward, forming deadly weapons like the Blood Spear or Blood Armor.
With persistence, even an ordinary person with average talent could gradually raise their bloodline quality, making cultivation more efficient. Reaching a certain level meant not only refining your own bloodline but also affecting the blood of others around you. You could even ignite the blood inside their bodies!
It was like a small flower only showing its first tip!
The talent power of an Ancient Primordial Witch was far beyond what ordinary people could picture.
“Huh…”
Seeing the sharp, fearsome Blood Spear fully blood-red in Mu Feng’s hand, Xing Jiu gave a startled cry. His expression turned serious. His robe fluttered without wind, suddenly puffing up high like inflated.
“Kill whoever blocks my way!”
Mu Feng roared angrily, veins bulging on his neck. The Blood Spear in his hand whistled out with a “hu” sound, heading straight for Xing Jiu’s head. At the same time, he pushed off the ground with his toes hard and lunged like a raptor. The muscles on his right arm quivered rapidly, then twisted like braided rope as he punched out suddenly, creating a harsh sonic bang.
Blood Spear, heavy fist!
Mu Feng attacked with all his strength. At this moment, he held nothing back!
“Good show, this is the true spirit of a Mu Manor child!”
Xing Jiu, with his tall and proud figure, cheered loudly. Faced with Mu Feng’s stormy attack, at last, he saw on him the reason Mu Manor had stood tall for ages and saw hope for the clan’s future. Holding his head high and chest out, he suddenly stepped forward while speaking, raising his long sword. Immediately, a sharp sword energy shot up into the sky.
Ding…
The ferociously approaching Blood Spear collided hard with Xing Jiu’s long sword. They made a sharp clang sound. The next moment, the sharp, vicious Blood Spear shattered into fragments, turning into blood mist scattered by the wind. A sharp sword energy wave, its force not spent, slashed at Mu Feng’s face, hissing. Under the tense gaze of the people, Mu Feng’s robe was instantly ripped open.
Powerful!
And this was just one sword energy wave!
Mu Feng pulled back quickly. Staring at the sword in Xing Jiu’s hand only half revealed, his pupils shrank. At this moment, he finally understood that the reputation of Punishment Hall students was well deserved. Looking down, he saw his chest garment had been sliced open. A long, thin scratch appeared on his chest. If he had hesitated even slightly earlier or backed away more slowly, it wouldn’t have been just a scratch!
“Good work, Young Master Mu Feng. You have enough qualification to enter Chuangong Hall now. Please go ahead!”
Xing Jiu nodded and gracefully stepped aside to make way.
Mu Feng was hugely surprised, not knowing that Xing Jiu felt even more shocked inside him.
With his identity as the Punishment Elder’s ninth disciple and Late Mortal Realm strength, Xing Jiu had thought a single stroke of sword energy would seriously injure Mu Feng and crush his spirit. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Mu Feng dodged it easily, only leaving a scratch on him. At the same time, shaken by Mu Feng’s fierce fist wind, Xing Jiu’s own blood surged wildly inside, almost losing control. That had never happened before!
This lad would not stay in a small pond forever!
Watching Mu Feng quickly calm down, Xing Jiu felt deeply stirred.
“Thank you, Lord Xing Jiu!”
Mu Feng bowed respectfully, grabbed a Chuangong Hall attendant who was pretending to be dead on the ground, and ordered him to lead the way.
As a true man, he repaid favors and avenged wrongs!
Just from this one clash, he knew he was no match for Xing Jiu. Even if he desperatey used the Eighteen Blood Witch Commands, it might only save himself at most. Entering Chuangong Hall was utterly impossible otherwise. Now, Xing Jiu stepping aside clearly meant Mu Feng owed him a favor.
“Young Master Mu Feng, are you interested in joining our Punishment Hall?”
Xing Jiu suddenly invited loudly, before Mu Feng could walk far.
Though Mu Feng and his mother had no power or influence, and many clansfolk blamed them as sinners for the clan’s decline, living in poverty, he was still Mu Manor’s direct descendant. His father Mu Yuan had once been so glorious!
In the past, when Mu Feng couldn’t cultivate and was just a meek scholar, nobody valued him. Now, not only had he broken through to cultivation, his strength was astonishing. He was sure to get the clan’s concentrated training next. If such a figure joined Punishment Hall, the Punishment Elder’s line’s influence would surely soar!
Join Punishment Hall?
Mu Feng’s heart stirred. He suddenly stopped walking, turned back, and looked at the warmly inviting Xing Jiu. Hesitating for a moment, he said, “Lord Xing Jiu, I deeply regret this. But I have a very important task now. Other matters will have to wait for later!”
After that apology, Mu Feng didn’t delay further. He followed the Chuangong Hall attendant with large strides and walked proudly into Chuangong Hall’s grand, majestic front doors.
Behind, watching his strong and tall figure, Xing Jiu gave an order. “Go, quickly find out why Young Master Mu Feng was in such a rush to take the Chuangong Hall test tonight. Also, track his test progress completely. Report back immediately for any news!”
“Yes!”
Several Law Enforcement Guards who had just climbed off the ground bowed in obedience and split up to act.