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In the western part of Five Nations City, there was a low hill covered in thick snow, making it impossible to discern where Zhao Huan was hiding.
Amidst the swirling snow, Li Hong pondered for a moment before sitting cross-legged and releasing his Divine Consciousness to meticulously probe the small hill inch by inch.
Half an hour later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his expression stern.
Zhao Huan was indeed here, but he was not alone; there was someone beside him who stayed close. This person made a great effort to conceal his presence, but Li Hong still detected the unique Yin Power fluctuations associated with Demonic Cultivation Technique emanating from him. The problem was that this individual appeared to be at least at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, and Li Hong did not believe he could defeat him.
To fight or not to fight?
This person clearly did not want to reveal himself. Perhaps he had already noticed Li Hong and Chuxuan, yet he remained by Zhao Huan's side without any movement. This indicated that his mission was to keep Zhao Huan confined or ensure that Zhao Huan did not leave his sight.
After pondering for a moment, Li Hong came up with an idea. It was a very bold plan, but it was the only way.
It was a gamble!
With a flip of his hands, five crystalline Fire Glazes appeared in his palms. Li Hong gritted his teeth and flicked his fingers rapidly, sending the five Fire Glazes flying towards various directions of the small hill.
In an instant, flames flashed, followed by five thunderous booms that seemed almost connected. A large amount of snow and mud shot up into the sky. The falling snow was unexpectedly blown upwards, creating countless straight snow pillars that resembled gigantic snow dragons bursting forth from underground.
At the foot of Five Nations City, chaos erupted as many voices shouted in confusion. Torches were lit one after another as the Jin Army quickly assembled.
The small hill had become bare and dark; the layer of snow and at least a foot-thick layer of frozen earth had been blown away. Amidst the splattering snow and mud, a shadow darted out from the exposed underground hideout, clutching another person under its arm.
Li Hong intercepted them head-on. Yue Que shot out from his forehead directly targeting the Demon, precisely aimed at its head with perfect accuracy.
The Demon reacted swiftly, recognizing that this beam of golden light possessed power comparable to a Celestial Artifact. It raised its left hand forward, quickly summoning its signature treasure, the Soul Summoning and Spirit Refining Banner, to intercept Yue Que while simultaneously pushing off with its toes to retreat and soar into the air.
The Black Hooded Cloak billowed behind him like a large black bat in the dark night as he soared into the air. The shadowy eyes beneath the hood flickered like a venomous snake, filled with suspicion.
Li Hong swiftly activated an Invisibility Talisman, causing his presence and form to vanish suddenly before the Demon.
The Demon slowly descended, pausing mid-air, and began to turn its head from left to right, searching for Li Hong's location. Suddenly sensing something unusual, it turned its head just in time to see five streaks of Iridescence shooting rapidly towards it from behind, targeting Zhao Huan, who was tucked under its right arm.
It quickly spun around, fingers of its left hand flicking rapidly. Streams of Black Light shot out from its fingertips, intercepting the five streaks of Iridescence, which immediately reversed course but shot back again.
The Demon continued to fire off shots in quick succession, its single hand moving with such speed that it resembled someone playing a pipa, creating the illusion of five flying fingers.
The five streaks of Iridescence darted forward but quickly reversed again, relentlessly pursuing their target.
Sensing another powerful attack coming from behind aimed at its back, the Demon found itself in a precarious situation with no hands free. Prioritizing its own life, it gently tossed Zhao Huan down onto a nearby hill and swung its right hand fiercely. A stream of Black Light shot out directly at Lingyi.
Lingyi took the hit and circled in the air before shooting back again. The Demon had no choice but to swing its left hand once more. Now both of its hands were entangled.
The Demon grew increasingly alarmed; there seemed to be only one presence initially, but now two more appeared unexpectedly. It dawned on him that the individual had two capable allies hidden in the shadows—how had he not noticed them sooner? This realization only heightened his fear and made him more cautious and deliberate in his actions.
What he did not realize was that there were not three enemies; there was only Li Hong. This was due to Li Hong's exceptionally strong Divine Consciousness, which allowed him to control three magical artifacts simultaneously, one of which was a Celestial Artifact, effectively deceiving the Demon.
At that moment, the Jin Army from Five Nations City rushed in. They saw someone floating mid-air engaged in a fierce battle with several streaks of Iridescence. While it was an impressive sight, there was something even more important at stake.
The leader of the Jin Army shouted, “Where is the Celestial Master and the Heavy Twilight Marquis?”
The Demon, looking down, was instantly stunned; Zhao Huan had vanished from right under its nose!
The movement slowed for a moment, and suddenly the two treasures vanished with a whoosh. The Celestial Artifact that had been restraining him also disappeared without a trace.
The Demon stood there empty-handed, stunned with anger!
He had fallen into a trap! Lured away from his position, forced to abandon Zhao Huan; the enemy's cunning was impressive!
He steadied his mind, closed his eyes to sense Zhao Huan's location, and after a long while, opened his eyes with a cold smile: "Little thief! Your grandfather has already placed something on that unfortunate emperor. Do you think you can easily abduct him? Dream on! If I catch you, I will definitely flay you alive and refine your soul!"
With a whoosh, he transformed into Black Light and pursued.
Ironically, throughout it all, he had believed he was facing three enemies.
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Chuxuan blinked and found himself back at the Central Command Office's rear courtyard. Standing at the door, he could clearly hear the unbearable lewd laughter coming from inside.
His chest felt like it was about to explode; he could no longer contain himself and flew to the door, kicking it down.
The door splintered silently into fragments, and the room fell silent in an instant.
Chuxuan's eyes widened as he clenched his fists, slowly stepping inside. A murderous intent erupted from him as he glared at the ten or so people in the room, advancing step by step.
There were eight golden figures, seasoned veterans of many battles. Caught off guard by Chuxuan's sudden entrance, they quickly reacted by jumping up to draw their blades.
But in an instant, a flash of red light appeared. Suddenly their wrists felt weak and cold; their long knives clattered to the ground as they involuntarily looked down at their hands.
A thin line of blood burst open at their wrists, widening rapidly. Suddenly there was a loud crack, and blood sprayed out like raindrops, splattering everywhere. The hand that had held the knife fell to the ground as its arm severed.
Until this moment, they only felt excruciating pain as they screamed while holding their severed hand.
They barely managed to let out a sound, a strange force penetrating deep into their bones, their throats making choking noises, yet no matter what, they could not produce a sound, unable to move even a finger, remaining stiff and frozen in place.
The eight golden figures had their eyes darting around desperately, their initial arrogance and ferocity transforming into sheer terror. They stared wide-eyed, their throats emitting low, hoarse growls, maintaining their strange postures without the slightest movement.
The room was so quiet that only the sound of blood splattering could be heard.
The Song Women were dumbfounded and pale, all witnessing the terrifying expression on the face of Chuxuan, who looked like a death god.
His face was purple and his eyes bloodshot, staring unblinkingly at one of the women.
They all turned their heads simultaneously, following Chuxuan's gaze.
The Song Woman, in her early thirties with delicate features, looked as pale as paper but strangely calm. She lifted her clothing to cover her half-exposed chest, stood up from the bed, and walked directly to the death god. Raising her hand with a mix of surprise, joy, and tenderness in her eyes, she attempted to caress his face.
Slap! What greeted her was a resounding slap across the face.
She was sent flying back, crashing heavily into the corner of the bed. As she raised her head, half of her face was swollen high with clear five finger marks. With a spurt, blood mixed with saliva and shattered teeth gushed out. Looking at Chuxuan, tears finally streamed down her face.
She mumbled indistinctly, "Xuan'er, Mother has finally waited for you to come!"
Hearing the name Xuan'er and the word "Mother," the tension in Chuxuan's chest finally snapped. He bent down to pick up a golden figure's long knife and forcefully plunged it into the groin of the foremost golden figure. With a squelch, the golden figure was pinned against the bed's headboard.
The golden figure writhed uncontrollably in pain as blood gushed forth like a fountain, various filth splattering down from its groin, quickly turning into a pool of filthy blood. Yet it did not die immediately.
A foul blood stench filled the room.
A Song Woman could no longer hold back; she shouted and was about to rush out the door when she felt a chill in her chest. Looking down, she saw a steel knife plunged into her heart.
She fell face down into a pool of blood with a thud.
"Whoever dares to shout or run will end up like her!" Chuxuan said coldly.
Cuihua calmly got up and whispered to her terrified companions, "Don't be afraid, he is my child."
She walked straight through the blood rain to stand before Chuxuan. This time, she did not raise her hand to caress his face. Looking at Chuxuan's face, her eyes filled with maternal tenderness as she slowly said, "Xuan'er, Mother has finally waited for you. I have been waiting for this day. In this life, I ask for nothing more than to see you once before I die. Now, Mother is very happy and satisfied."
With a bite of her silver teeth, she suddenly turned around, jumped onto the bed, picked up a long knife, and pressed it down on the golden man who had attacked her earlier. She hacked at him mercilessly, the sound of each strike echoing as the golden man trembled violently, his head and chest becoming a bloody mess. The wounds were not deep enough to kill him immediately.
Cuihua's face revealed a sinister smile as she forcefully severed his genitals and stomped on them. Then she pounced on another golden man on the bed and repeated the process. After hacking seventeen or eighteen times, there was yet another…
Chuxuan was now completely stunned. He watched as his mother unleashed her fury like a beast, slicing the golden men apart piece by piece. He saw her panting heavily, her face and hair drenched in blood, her grip on the knife slipping. He observed her low laughter, her blood-soaked face filled with a chilling satisfaction as she continued to swing the knife desperately despite losing strength.
He did not move; he finally understood how deep his mother's hatred for the golden men ran.
The room eventually fell silent. Blood and flesh were scattered everywhere; the entire space had turned into a Blood Pool. The ground was covered with three inches of thick blood, which flowed in a winding stream toward the door.
The Song Women had long since huddled together in a corner of the bed, too frightened to open their eyes.
But Chuxuan suddenly laughed; it turned out that his courage came from his mother. He began to clap,
Clap, clap…
Cuihua turned around, her fierce expression softening into a gentle smile. In that moment, she seemed radiant: "Xuan'er, you must live well and become an immortal. Mother will wait for you in heaven."
She suddenly lunged forward.
With a thud, the knife in Chuxuan's hand plunged deep into his mother's chest and abdomen.
Cuihua's face blossomed with a bright smile as she looked at Chuxuan. She proudly said, "After all, he is my child, who understands a mother's heart the best." She closed her eyes contentedly.
A place deep in Chuxuan's heart felt as if it were about to explode with pain. He tightly embraced his mother's gradually cooling body, tears streaming down his face.
"Mother..."
In the distance, a loud rumble echoed, shaking the ground and causing tiles from the house to fall and embed into the congealed pool of blood.
Note: Heavy Twilight Marquis refers to Song Qinzong, Zhao Huan, a derogatory title given to him after being captured by Jin Taizong.
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