Chapter 121
Seeing the underworld messengers die beneath his fangs, Feixiao's expression darkened, as if he had lost all patience, and he casually drew a long sword from his waist.
Then, she Jie Qin, who was rushing towards her.
The blade that slashed through space made no sound; its speed was so fast that even time seemed to freeze under the azure sword light. After that, Jie Qin continued to charge, was cut in half from top to bottom by the sword and fell to the ground from left to right.
"I take back my assessment of you. Hmph, not bad, you wolf cub, you've successfully maintained your dignity."
Before anyone could react, taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was focused on Jie Qin, Hoolay broke free of his restraints and used one hand to smash away the surrounding underworld officials, creating an open space for himself.
"Thank you for risking your life to provide this opportunity; now it's my turn—"
Seemingly infected by the determination in Jie Qin's roar, Hu Lei, Hoolay eyes blazing with fury, suddenly produced a throbbing, bright red heart in his hand.
He ripped open his chest and pulled out his own heart, "Crimson Moon," which instantly emitted a terrifying light, enveloping the entire hall in a crimson hue.
"I will die, and with me, the entire Xianzhou Luofu! The 'Crimson Moon' in my chest will stain this place with blood! I will drive all the Foxkin of Luofu mad with fear... craving slaughter... without end!"
As if time stood still, Hoolay roar echoed through the dark, Prison of Deep Seclusion hall.
"What should you do then... Feixiao..."
The faint voice gradually faded, Hoolay's massive body collapsed, unable to support itself. But in its place, the "Crimson Moon" in his hand transformed into a blood-red moon and rose slowly.
The crimson light, so vivid it seemed to drip with blood, dyed everyone's vision and illuminated their stunned faces. Feixiao, looking up at the blood moon, was filled with shock in her eyes. Instantly, her violent heartbeat forced her to clutch her heart in pain, and at the same time, the Moon Rage deep within her body began to stir restlessly.
She knew that if the "Crimson Moon" were allowed to erupt unchecked, half of Luofu would be shrouded in a crimson blood moon.
Therefore, we must not allow the influence of this thing to spread.
"Jiaoqiu! I'll swallow that 'Crimson Moon' now, the rest is up to you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a blue beastly shadow emerged from behind Feixiao. It was the powerful spirit Flying Aureus bestowed by the Reignbow, and also the embodiment of her inner strength. Feixiao usually only used all her physical strength in battle, and there was no need to use Flying Aureus. However, the current situation did not allow her to continue to restrain herself.
Feixiao unsheathed his spear blade, discarded all his weapons, and unleashed his full power, transforming into a storm as he charged towards the "Crimson Moon" in mid-air.
Before anyone present could even react, Flying Aureus swallowed the "Crimson Moon" that was shining with red light. This was a crazy act, or you could say a gamble. Feixiao knew that the Foxkin could not withstand the power of the Moon Rage, and that he would one day be torn to pieces and die because of the Moon Rage.
Swallowing the "Crimson Moon" would undoubtedly accelerate the process of Moon Rage, so the best outcome would be for her to die with the "Crimson Moon".
Feixiao crashed to the ground from the sky, the shattered floorboards kicking up clouds of dust. As the smoke cleared, those sapphire-blue eyes opened, revealing a dangerous glint in them, the deep blue of their eyes now stained crimson with blood.
"Ha, hahaha, hahahahaha..."
Feixiao, who was covering his face with one hand, laughed wildly. The clear and sharp melody of the wind that used to exist was gone. The blue storm surrounding him was stained with crimson, and even the sound of his laughter gradually became distorted.
"General... no, that's not right!?"
Jiaoqiu, the first to react, stared wide-eyed in horror, his heart clenching as if by an unknown force. He had no time to consider anything else, and shouted with all his might to his colleague beside him, "Moze! Stop her! No matter the cost, we cannot let Feixiao leave here!!!"
Imagine the devastation Foxkin general would inflict on Luofu if he went on a Moon Rage spree. What kind of damage would that do to Luofu, Yaoqing, and even the entire Xianzhou?
This blow is not as simple as it seems; it is a fatal threat that could shake the very foundation of the Xianzhou Alliance.
This statement is not exaggerated, threatening, or joking in any way.
As a benchmark for the Foxkin the Xianzhou, the name Feixiao largely signifies the entire Foxkin's group. Her rebellion will have a far greater negative impact than any external invasion, and may even be comparable to the Aurumaton Rebellion.
In fact, there was no need for Jiaoqiu's reminder. Moze had already drawn his weapon as if by telepathy, disappeared into the shadows of the Prison of Deep Seclusion, and transformed into purple lightning, rushing towards Feixiao.
Moze knew very well that he would have a hard time holding out for two minutes.
Although he had probably sparred with Feixiao more times than Bai Jun, he could only last about five minutes each time he went all out. That was only if Feixiao held back usually. Now, Moze didn't think Feixiao would hold back. If both of them went all out, he would be lucky if he could last even a minute.
However, reality was far crueler than he had imagined...
The thrust hidden in the shadows was easily detected. Moze firmly controlled Feixiao Ze's dagger. Without using any weapon, Feixiao blocked Moze's full-force attack with just the strength of his body, and crushed Moze's right hand with a slight exertion.
With a series of cracking sounds, Moze's body was sent flying like a baseball being hit high into the air, crashing to the ground. He rolled several times before finally coming to a stop, but the excruciating pain in his chest and the blood gushing from his mouth made it impossible for him to get up.
The broken bone had probably pierced his lung; even though he wanted to breathe, he couldn't inhale air, as if he were submerged in water. The thick, warm liquid rising in his throat made him nauseous, and looking down at his chest, he saw a large amount of blood flowing from his sunken chest cavity.
A single blow left Moze in such a miserable state, almost completely incapacitated.
This is the true strength of Merlin's Claw, who is capable of sweeping away thousands of troops and single-handedly leveling the battlefield.
Furthermore, her aura continued to rise, crimson light swirling around her entire body, and the overwhelming, pure killing intent caused Jiaoqiu, whose face had turned even paler, to tremble uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Hanya and Xue Yi, standing to the side, were also stunned by this oppressive force and unable to move.
She slowly walked up to Jiaoqiu, and following her body's instincts, picked up the giant axe standing upright on the ground. Jiaoqiu was powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as Feixiao, with an unfamiliar expression, swung the blue giant axe at him.
In that fleeting, almost eternal moment, the imagined bloodshed and pain did not arrive as expected. Instead, amidst the resounding clang of blades clashing with axe blades, the axe swung towards Jiaoqiu was blocked by a longsword burning with flames.
The astonishing heat generated by the collision scorched everyone's vision. Jiaoqiu, who was closest to the clash, was instantly blasted away by the shockwave, rolling several times on the ground until he came to a stop. He quickly looked up.
Amidst the billowing dust, Bai Jun, wielding a knife in his left hand, and Feixiao, holding an axe in his right, stood locked in a tense standoff.
The two men had different expressions, but the aftershocks of their weapons clashing tore the ground apart, proving that neither had held back.
Chapter 150 Heavenly Fire That Slayed the Beast Shadow
The underground hall of the Prison of Deep Seclusion was shrouded in an extremely unnatural atmosphere. The long sword and giant axe locked in a stalemate in the air trembled slightly, and any slight collision would cause intense sparks to fly, briefly illuminating the faces of both sides. Bai Jun was able to see Feixiao's condition through this.
His eyes, now tinged with crimson light, no longer held their former clarity; they lacked the pure, soaring fighting spirit, and were instead filled with an instinctive madness.
The shackles of reason broke one by one.
The crimson light enveloping the Feixiao gradually obscured the Reignbow's power on his back, and the scarlet killing intent burned fiercely as if in ecstasy.
Her consciousness was gradually consumed by the karmic fire she should have resisted, which also robbed Feixiao of her last remaining shred of rationality. Her body and mind slowly succumbed to the Moon Rage.
From afar came Jiaoqiu's desperate shouts, mixed with the worried reminders from Hanya and Xue Yi, presumably admonitions for Bai Jun to take action or to proceed with caution.
However, Bai Jun's gaze remained fixed on Feixiao in front of him.
Bai Jun had actually noticed that Feixiao was deliberately concealing the truth about himself long ago; he must have realized this that afternoon.
"Bai Jun, just keep it up."
Seeing Bai Jun intently practicing his sword in the courtyard of the mansion, Feixiao spoke to him, "Your strength is great, but it's still far from enough, so... become stronger, until one day you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me, strong enough that you won't be harmed by the storm."
People don't retain many memories of the past, and Bai Jun was no exception. Many Remembrance have become blurred and gradually faded with time, but the words Feixiao said to him back then are still vivid in his mind.
Because, within her deep blue eyes, there was an almost imperceptible sadness.
In an instant, countless memories flooded those azure eyes. Those three seconds felt incredibly long as his thoughts churned and swirled. Bai Jun remained silent, not uttering a single word.
It wasn't until the giant axe exerted its force again, its spinning blade grazing Bai Jun's cheek and severing a few strands of hair, that Bai Jun was able to barely raise his longsword to block her attack.
A series of Feixiao, including horizontal slashes from the left and right, downward slashes, and sweeping strikes from left to right, unleashed a fierce and overwhelming onslaught. The incomprehensible power created enough wind pressure to shake the floor of the hall, and anyone who tried to withstand it would only end up being smashed to pieces.
However, Bai Jun, with just a long sword, swayed like a straw in a storm, repeatedly deflecting Feixiao's attacks.
His expression showed no signs of strain, and his stamina remained abundant. His attacks were so precise that they could almost easily sever tiny pebbles swirling in the air, and his movements were so fluid and light that anyone could tell he was completely at ease.
Bai Jun stepped forward, instantly closing the distance with Feixiao, and slashed at her side with the back of his blade.
This attack followed the common sense that polearms are less effective in close combat, but this only applies to ordinary people...
Even though Feixiao was completely devoid of reason, her combat awareness and skills, relying solely on her muscle instincts, could still be described as unparalleled. She first slightly dodged, using the center of the handle of her long axe to block the back of the blade that was about to strike, and then quickly retreated to create distance, swinging her long axe at an angle so precise that it didn't deviate even by the slightest bit.
Her movements were fluid and masterful, as if the weapon were an extension of her limbs.
Bai Jun deflected the axe blade with the hilt of his sword, keeping it less than two centimeters from his fingers. The impact did not numb his hand or even move his arm. Then, taking advantage of the moment the giant axe was deflected, he seized the opening and slashed at Feixiao with his long sword again.
Without any hesitation, Feixiao quickly straightened the axe handle to block Bai Jun's longsword. At the same time, the cyan sharpness vanished in an instant, and a spear blade appeared in Feixiao's hand, stabbing towards Bai Jun with the speed of tearing through space.
Logically speaking, such a simple attack should have been a piece of cake for Bai Jun, and could not possibly harm him. However, Bai Jun hesitated for a moment. When his familiar gaze met Feixiao's, Bai Jun hesitated in the face of her attack.
That moment of hesitation was fatal. The next second, the cyan spear blade knocked away Bai Jun's longsword, passed through the wide-open front, and stabbed fiercely into his chest. However, Bai Jun's hand also gripped the incoming spear blade, preventing it from penetrating deeper into his body and causing more serious injuries.
Upon witnessing this scene, Jiaoqiu screamed in terror, while Hanya and Xue Yi let out heartbreaking cries, their voices drowning out the others.
Bai Jun coughed up a mouthful of blood, silently gazing at Feixiao's face. Pain and struggle flashed across his face, but were quickly replaced by a resolute expression.
"I'm sorry, you'll have to lie down for a while."
The clear, crisp voice gradually deepened, and the temperature in the air began to rise steadily.
Knowing full well that he couldn't end the battle quickly, Bai Jun closed his eyes, freeing the "Sun" from its self-imposed chains, and his true power gradually emerged.
Then, Bai Jun tightened his grip on the gun blade, and with a crisp sound, the hard gun blade that had pierced his chest was snapped in two.
Deep red blood rolled down from the wound on his chest like beads from a broken string, but soon, the rising temperature in the air caused it to evaporate into mist, and the crimson blood solidified into large patches of clots. Then, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Feixiao's giant axe showed no mercy and gave Bai Jun no chance to recover. With a flash of wind, the azure giant axe slashed upwards towards Bai Jun's chest, but her attack missed and her body was sent flying by the sudden force.
The attack, barely perceptible to the naked eye, left a clearly visible fist mark on her shoulder. Fei Xiao, who was Feixiao backward, slid several meters on the ground before coming to a stop. She looked up and saw that Bai Jun's originally azure eyes had turned nearly half golden, and he looked down at her with the coldness of a god.
A cold gaze, devoid of pity or anger, arrogant and disdainful of everything.
Seemingly sensing the change in Bai Jun, an extremely dangerous aura constantly assaulted her nerves. Feixiao rose from the ground, changed her attitude, threw away the broken spear blade, and also discarded the blue giant axe. A storm suddenly arose, wrapping around her arms and legs.
Everyone believed that Merlin's Claw was proficient in all kinds of weapons, among which the long-handled giant axe was her favorite. In fact, all weapons were just substitutes for her "fangs". Then, a cruel smile appeared on her lips. She shattered the floor and rushed forward as a beam of light to attack Bai Jun.
The upper and lower limbs are the upper and lower jaws, respectively, used to crush and tear apart opponents; only the power of the flesh can truly be called "fangs."
Whether it's the Sun or the moon, the wolf's fangs will shatter and devour all light.
Bai Jun simply swung his right fist calmly, relying solely on his physical strength to directly confront Feixiao, who had transformed into a beam of light.
A tremendous shockwave erupted, violent air currents tore through the surrounding floor, and the impact and wind pressure generated by the sparks from the clash of weapons tousled the two men's hair. Yet, they did not blink despite the fierce winds, as if they wanted to pierce through the enemy before them with their gazes.
Feixiao was not bewildered or retreated because her full-force attack was blocked. On the contrary, this was just the clarion call for the real battle. Her eyes were full of the desire to devour her prey, and her scarlet killing intent spurred a storm of attacks to come again.
An unimaginable series of blows.
He's proficient in flying kicks, tail sweeps, straight punches, hand chops, and elbow strikes, all at his beck and call.
Like a pack of wolves slaughtering their prey, their claws and fangs constantly dig into the prey's body, their fists and kicks weaving a storm of rhythm. Feixiao, relying entirely on instinct, launches a ferocious yet subtle attack. Not only is her speed and power fierce, but the technique contained in each strike is equally terrifying. If one is not careful, one will fall into her specific rhythm and be strangled.
However, Bai Jun was able to accurately block the fierce attacks every time.
The whip kick that was aimed high at Bai Jun's face was caught by Bai Jun with one hand, and taking the opportunity, he slammed a heavy punch into Feixiao's abdomen.
Even Feixiao could not withstand the power this time. With a violent cough, her body was bent and thrown into the air. Bai Jun immediately launched a powerful spinning kick at her, and the terrifying force struck Feixiao's body again.
The Feixiao, hurtling out with the force of a burst dam, tumbled dozens of meters across the ground before finally coming to a stop by crashing into a stone pillar in the hall.
The entire hall shook violently, and the stone pillars, unable to bear the weight, collapsed. Feixiao rose from the rubble amidst billowing dust.
She looked rather disheveled, but her eyes were even more ruthless. She ripped off her tattered white coat and then wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. You could see the Weiling engraved on Feixiao's back gradually lighting up, and at the same time, a huge blue beast shadow appeared behind her.
That was the divine power bestowed by the Reignbow, whose strength was comparable to Jing Yuan's Divine Monarch, and its appearance often meant the Finality of the battlefield—that is, Feixiao's all-out attack.
The power of Weiling and Feixiao merged and amplified together, and the blue beast shadow continued to expand and grow, and its ethereal aura gradually became solid. More importantly, Flying Aureus's originally clear and holy light was stained with a ferocious crimson, and its face began to distort.
Why would "Flying Aureus" acknowledge Feixiao from "Moon Rage"? Or was it due to the influence of "Crimson Moon"...?
Staring at the terrifying red behemoth formed from instinctive killing intent, Jiaoqiu gaped in astonishment, her eyes filled with disbelief.
His reaction was normal. "Flying Aureus" represents the blessing of the Aeon of The Hunt. In Jiaoqiu's initial speculation, Feixiao, who was in a state of Moon Rage, could not possibly gain the recognition of "Flying Aureus". No matter how powerful she was, without the support of "Flying Aureus", other generals at the Emanator would definitely be able to easily suppress her.
However, the current situation is completely contrary to expectations. It is generally believed that Foxkin who are under the influence of Moon Rage are almost no different from Buli person. This means that Feixiao's strength will not decrease, but will instead become stronger with the amplification of Moon Rage.
In other words, one must confront a general of the rank of Emanator head-on and utterly defeat her; the price to pay is self-evident.
The moment the crimson beastly shadow appeared, it was met with a burst of intensely hot flames, like molten gold, that shot into the sky and condensed into a sword. A greatsword burning with flames appeared in its hand, the scorching blade radiating a temperature that almost distorted space itself.
"Heavenly Fire Unsheathed--"
What started as layers of flames wrapped around it grew larger and larger as the Heavenly Fire light appeared, now exceeding Bai Jun's height and becoming a raging inferno.
The crimson lotus roared and burst through the ceiling, the falling stone chips and powder were instantly engulfed by the flames, and even from a distance, everyone present could feel the ferocious heat wave.
Pure, intense, and powerful—unparalleled in its power, in no way inferior to, and perhaps even surpassing, the might of the Reignbow.
Golden light shone in Bai Jun's eyes as he calmly gazed at the red beastly figure opposite him. The burning light in his eyes was not a fighting spirit, but a heartfelt pity.
As the space and ground were distorted by the beastly shadow, the beastly shadow unleashed by Feixiao to the fullest extent tore through the spatial sound barrier with a terrifying speed far exceeding human levels, like a speeding black and red tornado tearing towards Bai Jun's vitals.
Bai Jun immediately changed his attack method, raising the Sacred Judgment of Heavenly Fire high and slashing down, the blazing flames burning the sky, the falling Heavenly Fire colliding with the attacking Flying Aureus.
The strike, raised high and swung down, completely transformed the several underground levels of the Prison of Deep Seclusion into a scorching world.
The dark red beastly shadows collided head-on with the raging flames of the calamity.
The exploding flames, carrying a devastating force, shot straight to the ceiling. Everything at the center of the explosion was instantly incinerated by the terrifying heat without any resistance, and the resulting shockwave was so powerful that it shattered the stone pillars and walls of the Prison of Deep Seclusion hall with countless cracks.
The aftershocks from the collision of the storm and the flames easily tore the earth apart, and the terrifying torrent of energy shook the hall of the Prison of Deep Seclusion so violently that it was on the verge of collapse. The floor was first melted by the flames, and then lifted up by the storm, leveling a layer of it.
Even those who were far away were blown away by the strong winds generated by the impact.
Enduring the sweltering heat, everyone present—from Jiaoqiu and Moze to Xue Yi and Hanya —witnessed this scene and couldn't help but imprint it in their minds.
I saw a sword that severed heaven and earth, turning everything into black and white.
I saw the furious flames of the cannons, and the devastating fire that devoured everything.