Chapter 479: Chapter 485: Interesting my sister, Interesting! (Second update)
“Too weak!”
The Black Death Clan warrior suddenly grinned, a sight that terrified everyone, making their hearts skip a beat.
“No good, Elder Qian, retreat fast!” The Thousand-Spirit Saintess turned pale, her face expressing incredulity as she looked at the Black Death Clan person.
Buzz—!
A hum sounded through heaven and earth as the warrior from the Black Death Clan disappeared once again, and a streak of black lightning flashed amidst the universe, suddenly materializing before Old Ghost Qi.
“Bloody hell, I don’t care what you are, die for me!”
Boom boom boom!
Old Ghost Qi erupted with a surge of shocking energy, reminiscent of a turbulent river. This created a Heavenly River behind him, that with a resounding roar, aimed at the Black Death Clan person.
“Overestimating your abilities!” The warrior from the Black Death Clan sneered, suddenly reaching out and swept his arm. His long, skeletal hand seemed to cut through the space, leaving behind a continuous trail of dark light. When it reappeared, it had already pierced through Old Ghost Qi’s chest.
Thump! Thump!
A hand, like a claw, gripped a still-beating heart, dripping with fresh blood, its palpitations noticeably slowing.
“No!”
Old Ghost Qi murmured, puzzlingly turning his head, almost spinning it halfway around. He was dumbfounded as he watched his own heart gradually stop beating.
This was the first time Old Ghost Qi had seen his own living heart, and it was also his last.
In just an instant, two Mahayana Phase practitioners had died, like two powerless children in front of the Black Death Clan warrior, their deaths so sudden, it was unbearable to witness.
The faces of Elder Qian and Lu Qiju drained of color as they watched Old Ghost Qi die at the hands of the Black Death Clan person, expressions of utter disbelief on their faces.
Thud!
Hongqiu collapsed onto the ground, his face flushed, shivering non-stop. Beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead.
After swallowing hard, Hongqiu shook his head while slowly scooting backwards, mumbling to himself, “Too terrifying, too terrifying… I… I want to go home!”
Buzz!
Every time he killed a person, a thread of red appeared amidst the black aura around the warrior from the Black Death Clan, making the warrior appear somewhat more filled out.
Everyone was horrified to notice that whether it was Fang Jielin or Old Ghost Qi, their bodies looked as though they had lost a third of their flesh, becoming mummies.
“Unexpectedly, it’s so delicious. Indeed, fresh blood from slightly stronger humans is the most delicious in this world.”
A dark glint flashed in the eyes of the Black Death Clan person as he looked slyly at Elder Qian.
Elder Qian trembled, reaching out to discover a thick, long blade in his hands.
“Soul-slashing Blade!” Lu Qiju’s expression changed as he looked towards Elder Qian in surprise.
Elder Qian gave a bitter smile, murmuring, “Haven’t used it in a long time, old buddy. Looks like today we have to fight together again… and it’s very likely this will be… the last time!”
Panting, Lu Qiju suddenly drew a breath back in, punching himself in the chest. A stream of fresh blood burst out.
Boom!
A surge of True Essence flame erupted from Lu Qiju, the terrifying wave surging like a sea; thunder rolled within, creating an intimidating atmosphere.
Behind Lu Qiju, the terrifying thundercloud resembled a celestial event, a dark eclipse that completely unleashed the formidable aura of the Mahayana Phase, causing the surrounding space to ripple and roll with turbulence.
“Thunder?”
The Black Death Clan warrior, who had initially been eyeing Elder Qian, suddenly changed his expression, his face displaying rage and said with a cold snort, “The thing I hate most in my life is thunder power, you… be the first to die!”
Lu Qiju laughed boisterously, seemingly crazed as he leaped into the air. With thunder dragons roaring and circling around him, among the roar of dozens of thunder dragons, he told the Black Death Clan warrior, “You want my life, it won’t be so easy!”
Saying this, Lu Qiju turned to Elder Qian, “Brother Qian, I’m going ahead, the rest is up to you!”
“Bloody hell, what are you prancing around my fellow practitioners for!”
Boom boom boom!
Visceral thunderbolts surged towards the mighty Black Death Clan warrior, generating tremendous shockwaves, obliterating the heavens and the earth.
Elder Qian, too, let out a furious roar. A torrent of dark light suddenly erupted from his Soul-Slashing Blade. Under the sky-shrouding darkness, the normally bright world seemed to have plunged into the night.
Rising to his feet, Elder Qian turned to the Thousand-Spirit Saintess and yelled, “Qian Ling, take the others and leave this place immediately. The sooner, the better!”
The Thousand-Spirit Saintess’s face turned ashen and she shook her head, biting her lip in response.
As Elder Qian was about to rebuke, he abruptly heard a soft gasp of surprise, and his face grew stern as he turned his gaze towards the Black Death Clan warrior.
The warrior from the Black Death Clan stared intently at Hua Youyue, his eyes glittered with uncertainty, but after a moment, a gleam of sheer ecstasy crossed his face.
Hua Youyue returned his gaze calmly. But when the warrior from the Black Death Clan showed a gleeful expression on his face, she faintly furrowed her brows and the Moon Shadow Holy Weapon slowly unsheathed in her hand.
“Well, well… Didn’t expect, didn’t expect…”
With a thunderous boom, the wrathful thunder dragon in the sky swerved around and rushed towards the warrior of the Black Death Clan. But in the blink of an eye, the warrior effortlessly snuffed it out with a squeeze of his hand!
The terrifying thunder dragon had vanished between the heavens and the earth even before it could unleash a sliver of a roar.
Dozens of thunder dragons, each snuffed out with a mere squeeze of the hand by the warrior of the Black Death Clan, he moved towards Hua Youyue without looking back step by step.
“Unexpectedly, I found such an interesting Spirit Soul here… Oh, there seems to be a trace of a different aura on you. Let me see, it has such a delightful smell. Lassie, after refining you, perhaps I can regain my peak strength, you…”
“You can try!” Hua Youyue’s expression remained placid.
Even when she was confronted with the Black Death Clan warrior, who could kill Mahayana Phase powerhouses at will, her facial expression barely changed. Only her long sword, suddenly burst forth a cluster of moonlight.
A person, a sword, and her indomitable spirit, the sword in her hand was her entire world!
Elder Qian raised his long blade, but did not strike, and exchanged glances with Lu Qiju. Both were waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Obviously, there was something about Hua Youyue that attracted the Black Death Clan warrior and prompted him to walk straight towards her.
Everyone drew a sharp breath and watched Hua Youyue in shocked admiration. They glanced at the Black Death Clan warrior, backing away to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
This was no joke, the figure they were confronted with was absolutely terrifying.
Hua Youyue was merely a practitioner in his Divine Travel Stage, and she stood no chance against the Black Death Clan warrior.
Just then, Han Yan’er, standing beside Hua Youyue, suddenly made her move. Her long sword suddenly burst into a glorious light. She leapt into the air and charged at the Black Death Clan warrior.
“Sun Shadow Blazing Eye!”
Han Yan’er’s martial skill was as stubborn as her character. Her sudden attack caught even the Black Death Clan warrior off guard.
Boom——!
The Sun Shadow Blazing Eye hit the Black Death Clan warrior. He stumbled slightly but was otherwise unscathed. He glanced at Han Yan’er and stretched out his hand, pulling her over and seizing her throat.
Han Yan’er’s face turned deathly pale, and she stared at the Black Death Clan warrior in horror.
Everyone drew a sharp breath and watched in stunned disbelief as the Black Death Clan warrior held Han Yan’er captive.
Who would have thought that Han Yan’er, who managed to enter the Dao with Yang Zhen at such a young age, would meet her end in the hands of the Black Death Clan.
Yang Zhen?
Yes, where did that bastard Yang Zhen go?
At a time like this, why wasn’t that bastard Yang Zhen staying by the side of the two ladies?
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Hua Youyue slowly stepped forward. Her expression remained serene as she addressed the Black Death Clan warrior, “Let her go!”
“Ha ha ha!” The Black Death Clan warrior responded with a cold, sinister laugh, “An interesting spirit soul, an interesting Taoist detail, interesting, really interesting!”
With that, the Black Death Clan warrior slowly raised his other hand and reached out to Hua Youyue.
Everyone’s face turned deathly white in terror.
Just then, a languid voice echoed, “You dare touch the woman of this Sao Saint, are you tired of living?”