Chapter 2279 - 1208: Rust

Today’s matter was ultimately orchestrated by their Bone Painting Tower in broad terms, and the United Federation was only cooperating, so despite all reluctance, Bai Wuchang had no choice but to agree through gritted teeth.

Moreover, he was extremely confident in his own perception, trusting his judgment.

Seeing the situation change, Wei Chen intended to step forward to assist, but Mo Shasheng turned his head slightly, his gaze indifferent and detached, his expression stiff, clearly signaling him not to meddle.

The battle unfolded in an instant, with Pei Yan and Bai Wuchang both being top-tier experts, requiring no cumbersome collaboration. Right from the start, the two showcased an astonishing degree of teamwork.

In a flash, Pei Yan’s palm glowed green, and he violently swung the arm, aiming to grab Mo Shasheng.

The next second, the arm vanished eerily in mid-air, replaced by a large hand appearing above Mo Shasheng’s head.

The hand was a ghastly green, matching the color of the Jade Ring, its eerie green light enveloping Mo Shasheng from every angle, continuing to press down.

If Yang Xiao were present, he would immediately recognize the similarity between this green hand and his Ghost Lantern, capable of suppressing the Resentful Eye power on the opponent.

Immediately, a bizarre figure appeared silently behind Mo Shasheng, slashing down with a knife. The figure was incredibly fast, the slash even faster, and more terrifyingly, as the blade was about to strike Mo Shasheng, it bizarrely split into countless blade edges, totaling dozens.

The split blade edges enveloped Mo Shasheng’s entire body in an incomprehensible manner, precisely targeting every exposed flaw, causing an explosion of blade light in an instant, the real mingling with the fake, leaving the eyes befuddled.

At this instant, Qu Muzhi’s heart leaped into his throat; though this person was a suspect wanted by their Patrol Defense Office, at this moment, he was fighting alongside them.

Qu Muzhi was urgently worried, for this renowned Northwest Sword Leader seemed as though he hadn’t reacted, standing motionless.

Until the moment the blade edge was about to strike the back of his head, Qu Muzhi witnessed the most shocking scene of his life.

He saw this person draw his sword, the motion not particularly quick, even carrying a unique sluggishness associated with the elderly, but what truly left Qu Muzhi breathless was how this slow motion was unexpectedly faster than the barrage of blade edges.

At this moment, Qu Muzhi felt an unprecedented sense of dislocation; clearly the ambush of blade edges was absurdly fast, clearly this drawing of the sword was slow and clumsy, yet when placed together, they were faster than the blade edges.

At this moment, Qu Muzhi even developed an illusion that the drawn sword seemed capable of slicing through time.

In Qu Muzhi’s view, the sword was still both fast and slow, slow like it was slicing through water, but with a crisp "ding" sound, while slicing through mid-air, it collided with the opponent’s blade edges at an extremely intricate angle.

Though it was just one in the storm of blades, once this one was deflected, the remaining dozens of blade edges instantly shattered and disappeared.

Only this one blade was real; the others were mere illusions.

And this seemingly casual sword wasn’t done; it continued to slice downwards, directly splitting the green hand overhead, a force accumulated during the descent exploded fiercely.

Sensing the danger, Pei Yan’s face changed drastically, immediately retreating, but it was too late; the force locked onto him in an incomprehensible manner, shooting forth swiftly, even piercing through several people he used as shields.

In the final moments, Pei Yan also threw caution to the wind, gritting his teeth as he pulled out a broken turtle shell from his body to block the sword, while the Jade Ring on his thumb glowed intensely, enveloping himself entirely.

But in the blink of an eye, instead of the expected earth-shattering explosion, the sword was blocked by the turtle shell, just emitting a "ding" sound and dissipating.

Meanwhile, the Puppet dispatched by Bai Wuchang for a surprise attack also retreated, returning to Bai Wuchang’s side, positioned with another Puppet in front of him.

The attacking Puppet was quite a treasure; in life, it was a Netherworld Envoy, even more remarkable for mastering two notable Resentful Eye abilities, one naturally being the short knife capable of illusion techniques, the other an impressive Space-type Magical Artifact.

The combination of these abilities was simply a divine skill for ambush attacks; these years, it was controlled to fight for their Bone Painting Tower and solved quite a few troubles.

"Whew—"

"Whew—"

Pei Yan stood in place, face twisted, eyes terrified; he never expected Mo Shasheng’s sword to be so formidable, this guy was pretending, playing the fool to pass off as a tiger; that casual sword just now definitely reached late-stage Netherworld Realm level!

And those more bewildered than Pei Yan were his own people used as shields in an emergency, for they all felt the power of that sword just now, yet oddly, the sword clearly passed through the crowd but didn’t leave any wounds on them.

After careful body checks, these people were stunned, raising their heads, looking incredulously at their leader Pei Yan, thinking it was some divine skill of Pei Yan that blocked the sword for them.

But soon, someone noticed a problem, for his chest suddenly split open with a "poof".

It was an exceedingly tiny wound, just the skin broken, not even bleeding, but a few seconds later, the person staring at his chest began to scream.

The wound was deepening, flesh and bone cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye before his eyes.

As if that wasn’t enough, as it cracked, his flesh seemed to be infected by some virus, starting to harden and gradually peel away, layer by layer, without a drop of blood flowing, yet he smelled a pungent rust odor.

And not just him, the dozen people standing in front of Pei Yan faced the same, even those sitting in cars without getting out were showing similar wounds and horrific transformations.

Their flesh seemed like rusting steel, peeling layer by layer, inside out disintegration.

A chaotic mess of screams, impacts, cries, pleas for help... various sounds resonated together; these individuals, considered competent experts, now akin to helpless ordinary people, having no means of resistance in the face of danger.

Some possessed special Magic Artifacts, attempting to mobilize spiritual power for escape, but without trying it was fine; this attempt accelerated the rusting speed, turning them into a pile of rust within no more than half a minute.

Such a nearly hellish scene unfolded vividly before everyone’s eyes; some tried to rescue but were utterly ineffective, helplessly watching friends and brothers collapse in their arms, turning into a pile of rust debris.

And even the Netherworld Puppet couldn’t escape its fate; under Bai Wuchang’s terrified gaze, the Puppet’s forehead cracked open, subsequently escaping his control, transforming into a pile of rust before his eyes.

"Senior Mo, today’s matter is entirely a misunderstanding; I will immediately lead my people away, and our United Federation will no longer be involved in this matter!" Pei Yan, who narrowly escaped, shouted loudly.