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Li Fugui's chest was pierced by a blade from behind, wielded by a War King. Anger flashed across Li Fugui's face as he elbowed the War King's head, causing the latter to scream in agony, blood streaming from his ears as he was sent flying. Shaking his head, the War King quickly regained his senses.
"How could I be so foolish!" The War King exclaimed, horrified to see his weapon had actually penetrated Li Fugui's body.
Li Fugui snorted and said, "This Demon can control others' consciousness; you should be more careful."
With that, Li Fugui clenched his fists tightly, his muscles rippling as a long blade suddenly burst forth from within him, shooting into the mountainside.
Song Qianqiu watched with great interest as Li Fugui's wound healed at a visible speed. "The rate at which your wounds heal doesn't seem like Daoist Arts; it must be some bodily ability or perhaps something formidable sealed within you."
Li Fugui replied, "It seems you're interested in acquiring such an ability?"
"Of course," Song Qianqiu said. "If I had such power, I would be nearly perfect. For a mere mortal like you to possess such an ability is an insult to its true nature."
As he spoke, Song Qianqiu's Daoist Robe fluttered without wind, and a long blade lifted from the ground, slicing through the numerous wires on the Ghost King before soaring toward Li Fugui.
Li Fugui deflected the long blade with his spear and lunged toward Song Qianqiu. The latter stood still as a water screen appeared in front of him. Li Fugui roared and thrust his spear forward, but Song Qianqiu scoffed, "You overestimate yourself."
With a thud, Li Fugui was sent flying backward. Thousands of Yin Soldiers around them trembled as their spears lifted into the air, spinning and surrounding Li Fugui with their tips pointed directly at him.
"General!"
The War Kings attempted to rush in for rescue, but Li Fugui waved them off, signaling them to stay back. If those rusted spears pierced his body, even with his healing ability, he wouldn't survive long.
On the ground, the Ghost King spat out black blood and activated Ghostly Energy to shake off the claws stuck to him. The claws were coated with corpse water, highly effective against beings like Yin Spirits. The Ghost King immediately began to absorb the lingering Corpse Qi from the deceased Corpse Demons and Yin Soldiers around him to heal his wounds.
In the arena, thousands of spears surrounded Li Fugui. Gripping the Black Spear tightly, he suddenly cut open his palm, letting blood flow out. He smeared the blood on his forehead, and soon blood patterns resembling snakes crawled across his body.
As the spears shot toward him, Li Fugui let out a mighty roar. With a sweeping motion of the Black Spear, he unleashed a powerful force that knocked all incoming spears aside. Song Qianqiu attempted to control the remaining spears aimed at Li Fugui, but they were all deflected by Li Fugui's sweeping strike. He noticed that after applying his blood to his forehead, it seemed Li Fugui had performed some sort of ritual; it didn't appear to be Daoist Arts but significantly enhanced his speed, strength, and reflexes.
Li Fugui declared, "Since you refuse to heed my warning, today will be your end here so you can recognize your own limitations!"
With that, he leaped into the air, causing the ground beneath him to crack as energy surged from his body. The blood patterns flowed from his fingertips into the Black Spear as he unleashed a powerful punch. Song Qianqiu intentionally met it with his own fist; however, their Dao Qi shattered upon impact. With a loud crack, Song Qianqiu's bones broke as he was sent flying backward.
Song Qianqiu was taken aback. He never expected Li Fugui to possess such strength. Seizing the moment, Li Fugui lunged forward, his toes barely touching the ground as his spear, imbued with Mighty Force, thrust toward Song Qianqiu.
Song Qianqiu's figure flickered as he floated into the air, a shimmering water curtain appearing before him. Li Fugui, enraged, struck out with his spear, which pierced through the water curtain and simultaneously stabbed into Song Qianqiu's chest, emerging from his back.
"Master!" the Ghost King roared, desperate to intervene but too late.
Li Fugui looked at Song Qianqiu's shocked face and snorted as he pulled the spear from Song Qianqiu's chest.
"You reckless fool," Li Fugui said.
However, Li Fugui's expression soon darkened. Song Qianqiu's wound began to heal at a visible rate, blood with black veins oozing from the injury. Li Fugui glanced at his Black Spear, realizing that his own blood was being absorbed into Song Qianqiu's body.
"What are you? What Daoist Arts have you cultivated?" Li Fugui retreated, unable to believe such a phenomenon existed in the world.
Song Qianqiu's expression was ecstatic, twisted and strange; he had cultivated Zhang Xing's Blood Demon Technique. It allowed him to be reborn through bloodshed, absorbing the power from others' blood. He could also invade another's body with his blood aura to control their consciousness, though he had yet to master it fully.
"This power... it intrigues me greatly. I must keep you alive today; I want to study you," Song Qianqiu declared as he spread his arms wide. The Mountain Valley trembled, the earth roared, and thunder cracked in the sky!
"Kill him!" Li Fugui shouted fiercely as he swept his spear outward.
Song Qianqiu summoned the Ghost King's Great Halberd from afar and swung it down, instantly sending Li Fugui flying. The Demon King's Great Halberd was a Sacred Artifact from the Underworld All-Encompassing Hall, a top-tier Dao Tool just one grade short of being classified as a divine weapon. As this Great Halberd struck out, it seemed as if the very void would tear apart.
The other War Kings surged forward, unleashing their techniques to attack Song Qianqiu.
Facing nearly a hundred War Kings and the exceptionally powerful Li Fugui, Song Qianqiu found himself at a disadvantage. Even though he was a master of the Mahayana Realm, he could not contend against so many martial arts experts at once.
"Why aren't you attacking yet?" Song Qianqiu shouted angrily.
In the sky, red clouds rolled in as Miao Guanyin and Miao Shengnan descended.
Miao Shengnan wielded a precious sword, her head down and feet up in Phantom Layers as she simultaneously executed the Huanhua Sword Technique. In an instant, cries of anguish erupted from the War Kings as they faced the swordsmanship of a Mahayana Realm expert and were cut down one after another.
Two days ago, Song Qianqiu dispatched skilled puppeteers to various mountains and rivers to eliminate the hidden masters lurking in the hills, ensuring that no one would interfere with his plan to besiege the secular world with the Yin Soldier Army. Currently, he had only recalled two experts, Miao Guanyin and Miao Shengnan.
Although Miao Shengnan's swordsmanship was not exceptional, her Phantom Layers technique and Huanhua Sword Technique were deadly to ordinary masters, making her particularly suitable for group battles.
Nearly a hundred War Kings were injured. After landing, they each took out a syringe from the black pouch at their waists. The syringes contained a red potion, which, when injected into their veins, caused their faces to turn pale, their veins to bulge, and their bodies to appear much more robust than before.
Miao Shengnan thrust her sword at one of the War Kings. The War King looked at the incoming blade, gripped its tip with one hand, and suddenly snapped it. He then struck towards Miao Shengnan's chest, sending her flying as she raised her hand in defense.
"Has his speed increased so much?" Song Qianqiu wondered.
The hundred War Kings attacked simultaneously; Miao Shengnan's speed was no match for them. A gust of wind rushed past her as she kicked out to the right just in time to catch hold of one War King. Song Qianqiu raised his right hand, and the spear behind that War King pierced through his skull, killing him instantly.
With a loud bang, before Song Qianqiu could react, another War King kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backward and causing him to spit blood.
A large number of War Kings charged forward, and one took advantage of the chaos to stab at Miao Guanyin from behind with a knife.
"Don't kill her!" Li Fugui recognized Miao Guanyin. Among the Five Great Supremes, she was undoubtedly the strongest in combat power. Without magical artifacts or schemes, her fighting ability was unrivaled; Yu Xuanliang had warned him about this before.
At that moment, Miao Guanyin appeared dazed and did not act without Song Qianqiu's orders. She would not initiate an attack against anyone who posed no threat to her.
Just then, a War King attacked from behind. Without even looking back, Miao Guanyin reached out with her left hand and grabbed the War King's head, crushing it with a sudden squeeze.
Song Qianqiu found himself utterly powerless against these War Kings. They had injected themselves with something that had drastically increased their speed, strength, and reflexes by several times over—moving almost as if they were traversing through space itself—making their actions much faster than his.
Frustrated beyond measure, Song Qianqiu was reluctant to resort to the forbidden techniques of the Great Wilderness Scripture. He felt that if he did not enhance his own strength and relied too heavily on its power, he would ultimately leave himself vulnerable. He could only trust himself; his own strength was paramount. Unable to endure any longer, he unleashed a punch that cracked the ground open as Dao Qi exploded forth, sending the attacking War King flying.
His Daoist robe tore apart, revealing his upper body covered in horrific scars from his training on Azure Cloud Mountain. The Sutra of the Great Wilderness Scripture overflowed from within him, enveloped in a Clear Light that quickly shrouded Mountain Valley.
All the War Kings soaring through the air suddenly halted in their tracks; strong winds blew directly while grass and trees stood still. After calming himself for a moment, Song Qianqiu lifted the constraints of the Great Wilderness Scripture.
The War Kings plummeted from the sky with deep confusion etched on their faces. He declared, "Your strength is commendable; you must be among the elite of your army. If you are willing to submit to me and surrender your forces, I will grant you titles and lands in the future."
"Simply a joke, Daoist Sect, Demon, dreaming in broad daylight; today is your day of death!" a War King roared, his feet moving like the wind as he charged towards Song Qianqiu.
On the other side, Li Fugui felt an immense surprise, for just moments ago he sensed time had come to a standstill. The blood within him was special and could not be frozen, yet at that moment, he felt his Heart stop. He was unable to move but saw that only Song Qianqiu was still in motion!
"Withdraw!" Li Fugui commanded, leaping first to the top of Mountain Valley.
The War Kings were puzzled; why retreat when they had come this far?
Song Qianqiu looked at Miao Guanyin and said, "Kill them!"
Upon hearing this, Miao Guanyin raised an eyebrow, bringing his palms together to unleash Fury Realm. Within the Fury Realm, everyone within his sight was reflected. Li Fugui's eyes widened in horror as he struggled to break free from a suffocating restraint.
Inside the Fury Realm, Li Fugui's figure vanished while all the other War Kings remained. Miao Guanyin suddenly closed his palms with a thunderous sound; all the formidable War Kings capable of contending with Mahayana Realm Daoist masters instantly exploded into a mist of blood. The War King who had rushed towards Song Qianqiu burst into a spray of blood at the moment of impact, staining Song Qianqiu's body red.
Bathed in blood, Song Qianqiu extended his tongue to lick the blood from his face, savoring the exhilarating and brutal taste it held.
"What on earth is this Yu Xuanliang?"
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