Chapter 1367: Terrifying Enemy

Chapter 1367: Chapter 690: Terrifying Enemy

Seeing her slowly close her eyes, the smile on Huangfuming’s face also faded as he said, “Hold her well.” As soon as he finished speaking, a person in a black robe reached out from behind and took Ning Xiaoxian over. This person’s entire body was hidden within the robe, only revealing a pair of small and slender hands, surprisingly a woman’s.

He suddenly gave Xu Liangyu a couple of light kicks to the chest, saying, “How many Immortals at the late-stage Tribulation Crossing and above does the Washing Sword Pavilion have?”

Xu Liangyu panted, “Only Grandmaster Wu…”

Huangfuming nodded, “Very well, you are of no use now.” He pressed down with his foot, followed by the soft cracking sounds, immediately followed by Xu Liangyu’s scream of agony—his chest caved in, the ribs fractured cleanly, five or six sharp bone fragments simultaneously pierced into the heart.

Such injuries would be too severe for a human cultivator. Fortunately, Xu Liangyu had already entered the Nascent Soul Stage, and at this moment, golden light flashed from his nose and mouth, and his divine soul was about to leave the body. But Huangfuming was prepared, forming a seal with his hand and slapping it onto the top of his skull, the divine soul was suppressed back to its original place, unable to escape. This is an interrogation method of the Ancient Barbarian Tribe, suppressing the Primordial Spirit within the body, allowing for endless torture thereafter.

The young master of the sect was killed, Wu Li’s face turned furious, holding a sword in his hand, he took a step forward.

He crossed a distance of over ten meters in an instant, transforming into a long rainbow, in just this strike, the entire person became a sharp sword. Although the treasure sword in his hand was not yet unsheathed, its sharpness not yet revealed, the momentum was as massive as a mountain. He came from the Washing Sword Pavilion, immersed in the Sword Dao for thousands of years, with a much deeper understanding of Sword Intent than the average Immortal Tribulation.

Others, upon seeing this move as agile as a swimming dragon, might not even have blinked before being cut in half by sharp Sword Qi from several meters away. Huangfuming didn’t dodge but instead hooked Xu Liangyu’s body with his foot, giving it a kick, sending the hundred-pound body flying towards Wu Li.

His kick was too fast, before Wu Li could hit him, Xu Liangyu had already come flying. After all, the one flying over was still their own junior, and the Primordial Spirit was still within the body, Wu Li couldn’t harden his heart to cut him in half and had to extend the sword sheath to strike him aside. However, in doing so, the thunderous momentum was thwarted, greatly diminishing the force.

Who knew Xu Liangyu would suddenly howl long and shrill, the sound piercing and terrifying, sharper than the screech of a night owl, even Wu Li was slightly startled. Unexpectedly, the once dying Xu Liangyu instead reversed and held on tightly to the right hand wielding the sword with great strength, then opened his mouth to bite!

Wu Li was startled, only then did he see that this nephew’s eyes were red, the corners filled with web-like blood vessels, with foam oozing from the gape of the mouth, looking like a crazed dog!

A normal person’s first reaction when confronted with a mad dog lunge would be to shake it off. Though Wu Li was a Sword Immortal in cultivation, he was still human, and certainly didn’t want to be bitten by him, so with Protective Gang Qi surging in his arm, he shook Xu Liangyu away. By now he understood clearly, this must be Huangfuming’s doing. But how did this brat manage it, and from when did he start controlling Xu Liangyu, even with his eyesight, he couldn’t tell.

During this brief delay, as he swung Xu Liangyu away, he found Huangfuming already missing, and all around, at some unknown point in time, a thin black mist began to spread. The riverside of Xiu River was already shrouded in smoke and water, and now with the darkening sky, he didn’t pay much attention. But as the mist thickened, he sensed something was amiss:

This mist seemed to have life, and once it encountered him, it rushed up like finding a supreme delicacy, scrambling to gnaw on his Protective Gang Qi. The most horrifying part was, he could actually feel his Gang Qi being nibbled away like cheese, disappearing bit by bit!

Wu Li frowned, the sword light flickered and flew, directly pointing at the position where Huangfuming’s subordinates stood—his primary target was Ning Xiaoxian, not Huangfuming, as long as he captured her, everything else would be easier. But as the cold light flashed, the ground where the people stood was gouged out into a ditch several meters deep, yet the figures on the ground shook and gradually disappeared like disturbed reflections on the water.

His pupils shrank instantly—this was actually an illusion technique! Someone had managed to cast an illusion under his nose unnoticed, someone actually managed to stealthily slip away right under his eyes!

Without hesitation, Wu Li expanded his own Domain, instantly blocking the thick black mist several meters away.

Such mist naturally couldn’t block an Immortal’s perception. Sensing something, he suddenly turned and surely enough, saw a tall and slender figure standing thirty meters beyond the mist.

Huangfuming!

Wu Li hadn’t noticed when this youth had stood behind him. He abruptly opened his eyes, divine light flashed in his eyes, and the longsword in his hand was already unsheathed, the sword light like snow streaking through the night air, already carrying an intent of fierce and domineering engulfed a hundred-meter distance, striking towards Huangfuming. Initially distant, it didn’t seem fearsome, but the closer it got, the more it felt like an approaching mountain, a massive wave, unstoppable, epitomizing the essence of “swift as the wind, aggressive as fire.”

This sword could shatter mountains; this sword could reverse rivers. Even he felt quite satisfied with this sword he wielded.

This lad, although seemingly young, in terms of cunning and skill, was already qualified to make him draw his sword. Wu Li, having practiced swordsmanship for many years, deeply understood the principle of exerting full strength even when a lion hunts a rabbit. He would never underestimate any opponent.

Huangfuming did not dodge, merely taking a step back with his left leg, his feet rooted to the ground as if taking root, then, grasping an object in his hand, his movements simple like a flowing cloud, yet inexplicably fast enough that even Wu Li couldn’t see clearly. (To be continued.