novelhk Chapter 170 A cliff in front, pursuers behind
Chapter 170 A cliff in front, pursuers behind
Chapter 170 A cliff in front, pursuers behind
The two flew at great speed on their swords, reaching their target location in less than a quarter of an hour.
"Hidden Sword Peak truly lives up to its reputation as a gathering place for sword cultivators. These techniques are really good, much better than Du Yuanping's 'Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.' Just by switching to the 'Taiyi Dividing Light Sword Technique,' my sword-riding speed has increased by 50%."
"It's a pity we couldn't get our hands on the 'True Explanation of Ten Thousand Silent Frost Edge,' none of those elders learned that sword technique."
Modi felt a pang of regret.
Perhaps Su Youli had mastered this sword technique, but he was too embarrassed to ask her for it.
This was, after all, a technique she had learned from her master; if he were to speak, it would likely put her in a difficult position.
Let's put this matter aside for now, since he's not exactly a proper sword cultivator anyway.
It's not too late to acquire that technique once he has annexed Hidden Sword Peak.
Mo Di was always a magnanimous person, and he quickly put aside this regret. With a thought, the blue light transformed from the Yuan Tu Sword swooped down.
A cloud of cold mist and sword light followed closely behind.
As it descended to a height of about 300 meters above the ground, the Yuan Tu Sword remained frozen in place, suspended in the air.
"I see him," he said to Su Youli, his figure appearing on the sword.
The Ice Soul Cold Light Sword stopped abruptly beside him. Su Youli also materialized, nodded, and asked, "What do you plan to do?"
"What to do? Go straight in and kill him, but don't kill him outright. You have to deliberately give him a way out and use him to lure out the Heavenly Book. In short, just follow my lead."
Modi gave her a look, and she understood instantly, giving him an OK sign.
She was also very curious about the legendary celestial book.
Turning his gaze to the forest below, Mo Di extended his spiritual sense and quickly locked onto Xia Yunyi, who was on the run, and the effeminate man in white robes beside him.
"Isn't this Commander Yu of the Western Depot? It seems we really are destined to meet."
The Styx Law has read the brain of the Zhenwu Guard's spy and extracted memories related to that Commander Yu.
Without a doubt, the effeminate man talking to Xia Yunyi below is Yu Guangzhi Yu Qianhu.
"Perfect timing, I have a score to settle with him."
With chilling sword energy, two sword lights swooped down one after the other.
On the ground, in the mountains and forests, Xia Yunyi knelt on one knee and reported the situation in the city to Chao Yuguang.
"Lord Yu, General Huangfu, and their entire army perished without exception, all trapped in that eerie blood mist."
He kept his head down, not daring to breathe loudly under the pressure of Yu Qianhu's Divine Realm aura.
On the surface, he looked somber, as if he were mourning Huangfu Chong, but in his heart, he was cursing.
The elders of Hidden Sword Peak and Huangfu Chong are a bunch of useless trash. They can't even beat some random, unknown Taoist priest, or even his leader. They're all a bunch of good-for-nothings.
He may appear very serious on the surface, but he can be incredibly harsh in private.
Yu Guangzhi took a deep breath, frowned, and asked, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"No, I never did," Xia Yunyi said, feigning a fearful and apprehensive demeanor as if he had just been questioned by his superior.
"The battlefield was shrouded in a strange blood mist, and there was a large river that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. I couldn't get close to it at all."
"Then why are you so sure that General Huangfu was defeated and killed?" Yu Guangzhi asked again.
Xia Yunyi quickly said:
"Although I did not venture deep into the blood mist, after the blood mist dissipated, only the Cloth Bag Master of the Purple Cloud Sect and General Huangfu remained in the original location."
The Black-Armored Army had all vanished without a trace, therefore it was concluded that General Huangfu and his men had been defeated and killed.
Upon hearing his words, Yu Guangzhi frowned even more deeply.
He hadn't experienced it firsthand, so he couldn't imagine what the blood mist that shrouded most of the city was, or what the blackish-red river with no source was.
However, from the fact that only Xia Yunyi had come to inform him after so long, he could guess a little bit about it.
It seems that Huangfu Chong and his Black Armored Army under his command have indeed fallen into the blood mist.
"This is going to be difficult to explain," he muttered to himself.
Even if he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out who in this world could stand against Huangfu Chong, who was empowered by the military formation.
The Cloth Bag Master of the Zixia Sect? Absolutely impossible. It would be more likely if Wan Jinghan came, but Wan Jinghan is not in Tianyong City, and besides, he wouldn't create a blood mist as soon as he makes a move.
That number one master of our time only knows how to draw his sword and kill people.
He was lost in thought and didn't notice that Xia Yunyi's expression was a little off.
Xia Yunyi lowered his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and said:
"Lord Yu, perhaps I know who released that blood mist."
"Oh? You know?" Yu Guang raised an eyebrow and looked at him again.
"That's right, I've met him once. He called himself the Styx Daoist, and he is..."
While embellishing the story, Xia Yunyi told Yu Guangzhi about the Styx Daoist, and also mentioned that the Styx Daoist had an unusual relationship with a certain elder of Hidden Sword Peak.
"The Styx Daoist? Is that the remnant of the Feast Cult?"
Just as he finished speaking, Yu Guangzhi heard a voice.
"No, he is the current leader of the Feast Cult."
His vast spiritual sense swept across the area, firmly locking onto the two people meeting in the mountains and forests.
The combined divine will and spiritual awareness, along with the lingering stench of blood, irritated their nasal passages and caused their hearts to stop beating abruptly.
In a daze, the two seemed to see a raging river rushing straight towards them.
The illusion vanished in an instant, and Yu Guangzhi's forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, while his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
"This person's divine will alone is so powerful; we cannot defeat him. Let's go!"
He yelled at Xia Yunyi, but then took the initiative to greet the newcomer.
"You don't need to tell me, I know. Yu Guangzhi, the eunuch in charge of punishments at the Western Depot, am I right?"
Mo Di hovered in mid-air, his hands behind his back, surrounded by cyan and white sword light, and said softly:
"Huangfu Chong and his Black Armor Army are already dead at my hands. Now, it's your turn."
He put on a villainous face, looking just like a traitor who persecuted loyal officials of the court.
Behind her, Su Youli held the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword, which had transformed into a three-foot-long green blade, her face expressionless, but inwardly she was thinking:
The main villain, and his loyal female follower—that's all the elements; enough to make a TV series. Yu Guangzhi took a deep breath, suppressing his tension and fear, and glanced warily at Xia Yunyi, who had already fled into the forest. He transmitted his voice:
"I have secretly given you my token. After you escape, take this token to the capital and find the people from the Western Depot. They will find you a place to go."
This young man named Xia Yunyi is very talented. If he could join the Western Depot or the Zhenwu Division, given time, he might very well become a pillar of the court.
After settling his affairs, Yu Guangzhi gripped his embroidered spring knife tightly and looked calmly at the red-robed Taoist.
"I guess you were just sending him a telepathic message, right?"
Modi smiled. "It doesn't matter. None of you will escape this dense forest today."
With a casual wave of his hand, he stirred up a gust of foul wind.
Where the stench of the wind swept through, the grass and trees withered, the forests frosted over, and everything was heading towards ruin and desolation.
Yu Guangzhi's pupils shrank suddenly. Knowing that he could not dodge, he simply pushed off with his feet and lunged forward.
He suddenly drew his embroidered spring knife, closed his eyes, and poured all his energy and spirit into the blade, relying solely on his intuition to create a cold glint in the air.
.
It sounded like the sound of a blade slicing through flesh.
"Did it work?"
He opened his eyes, the surprise that had not yet fully surfaced on his face frozen, his pupils dilating instinctively.
According to his mental simulation, the Styx Taoist should have his head severed by this strike.
However, the truth was that the red-robed Taoist in front of him did not act as he had imagined. Instead, he stood there alive and well, as if nothing had happened.
It even simulates the sound of a blade cutting through flesh.
"How was it? My voice acting was pretty good, wasn't it?"
Modi smiled and said something, then stretched out his right arm and made a sword-wielding motion.
The Abhisattva Sword immediately appeared in his hand, transforming into an eight-sided Han sword, which he swung out in an unremarkable manner.
Pfft.
The sword slashed through Yu Guangzhi's neck, and the sword energy flowed into his body through the wound, shattering his divine will and soul, and ravaging his internal organs and flesh.
With a clatter, the Embroidered Spring Blade fell to the ground. Yu Guangzhi stood there, stunned, clutching his wound, his eyes still filled with confusion. It took him a while to realize that he could not possibly survive.
With his last ounce of willpower, he turned south, just like Huangfu Chong, straightened his clothes, and knelt down with a thud, his eyes dim.
Yu Guangzhi, the chief executioner of the Western Depot, died in an unknown deep mountain forest.
With a wave of his hand, Modi unleashed the deathly aura of the Styx River, dissolving his corpse and taking away his divine weapon, the Embroidered Spring Blade.
"Let's go, our real goal should be that we've run far enough."
Su Youli, who had been watching the entire battle, nodded and followed his steps, leaving behind a series of afterimages in the forest.
Deep in the mountains and forests, Xia Yunyi ran at full speed.
He had already broken through the Blood Refinement level and was running extremely fast, soon getting far away from the battlefield.
However, he did not relax at all and continued to run wildly, because he knew that Yu Guangzhi was nothing to the Styx Daoist who could kill Huangfu Chong.
Perhaps the other party might waste a little time on Yu Guangzhi because of a momentary desire to play, but the other party will not waste too long. At the other party's speed, catching up with him is only a matter of time.
Fortunately, Yu Guangzhi stopped me, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have been able to escape. I need to find a safe place to hide first, and after things have calmed down, I'll go to the capital and, with Yu Guangzhi's token, join the court.
Xia Yunyi's breathing quickened. The essence stored in the Taotie Jade Pendant surged into his body, but he felt it was far too little, far too insufficient. He should have killed more refugees back then... It's all their fault! Why did they have to run around like that? Why couldn't they have stood still and let me slaughter them?
His energy was constantly being depleted, and the long-forgotten fatigue returned to him.
Before he could feel dizzy, a strong wind suddenly blew past his ears, jolting him awake.
The stench of blood was overwhelming, but Xia Yunyi dared not look back. He knew the enemy was catching up, and the only thing he could do, and the only thing he should do, was to run forward as fast as he could.
As he ran, he keenly noticed that the view ahead seemed to have opened up considerably. Upon closer inspection, he found his breathing slowed down.
That's... a cliff? Damn it.
With a cliff in front and pursuers behind, he seemed to have lost his way out.