"Blade Momentum was indeed terrifying once it reached Great Mastery."
Looking at Asura Blade Demon's corpse, Su Yun marveled inwardly.
Just moments ago, Asura Blade Demon had seemed to be trying to use some powerful forbidden technique to break free of his restraint and evade Su Yun's attack.
But Blade Momentum targeted mental strength—or, more precisely, a martial artist's soul.
Under such overwhelming mental pressure, Asura Blade Demon couldn't move at all, even after using a forbidden technique.
In the end, with no way to defend himself, Asura Blade Demon had been cut down with a single slash!
"Ding!"
"Extreme Shadow Fiend Blade has forcefully slain Asura Blade Demon, a sixth-level Mystic Profound Realm cultivator. He is exhilarated, his inspiration surges, and his Blade Momentum has successfully advanced to seventy-two percent."
As the notification rang out,
insights into blade techniques flooded Su Yun's mind.
After absorbing them, the aura of Blade Momentum around him grew stronger once more.
"My Blade Momentum has improved a little. Not bad."
Su Yun nodded inwardly.
Then he looked around.
As far as the eye could see, ruined buildings and shattered walls lay everywhere, stained crimson with blood.
The smell of smoke and blood constantly poured into his nostrils. It was pungent, carrying a foul, fishy stench.
He leapt up and landed atop a ruined building, then looked toward the center of the core region.
It was some distance away, and he could only occasionally sense the ripples of battle.
"Strange. Why hasn't Senior Sister Chen dealt with the demonic cultivators over there yet?"
Su Yun was a little puzzled.
By rights, Chen Qingxue shouldn't have much trouble killing a sixth-level Mystic Profound Realm demonic cultivator.
Yet even now, Senior Sister Chen seemed to still be fighting those demonic cultivators.
Besides, he had run into a sixth-level Mystic Profound Realm demonic cultivator here.
That meant the intelligence they'd received was already outdated.
Or perhaps it had been wrong from the start!
"Forget it. I'll find out when I get there."
After a moment's thought, Su Yun gripped the Black Blade, took Asura Blade Demon's corpse with him, and used Spirit Roc Dustless Step.
After a few swift flashes, he vanished from the spot.
At the very center of the valley,
the area was in ruins. Blood and shattered weapons littered the ground, along with deep, jagged trenches.
Chen Qingxue stood with her sword in hand, her face pale and her right hand trembling. Half her green dress was stained with blood.
More than a dozen demonic cultivators' corpses already lay around her.
Though the prolonged battle had drained much of her strength, she still gritted her teeth and held on.
Seeing this, Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend clapped and sneered.
"As expected of an inner disciple of the Mystic Blade Sect. Never mind your strength—your sheer grit and refusal to yield are enough to earn my admiration."
Surrounded by so many demonic cultivators of the same realm, she had still managed to kill more than a dozen.
And she had even managed to make him suffer a minor setback!
She only grew more valiant as the fight went on, standing tall and refusing to fall!
Chen Qingxue's strength made even him uneasy.
If her cultivation hadn't been inferior to his, he would probably have been forced to flee in a sorry state by now.
"Is this all the demonic cultivators of the Demonic Fiend Palace can do?"
Chen Qingxue tightened her grip on her sword and flicked her right arm, shaking the sticky blood from its blade. Her expression was cold.
"You've certainly got a sharp tongue."
"But how much longer can you keep this up?"
As soon as he finished speaking, black qi suddenly rose from Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend's body.
The strange black qi was steadily drawn into him.
At last, it disappeared.
A bizarre image of a black palace appeared between his brows.
The next moment, the aura emanating from Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend grew increasingly terrifying.
This was a forbidden technique he had cultivated!
He had no intention of holding back anymore. He wanted to capture Chen Qingxue as quickly as possible.
If this drawn-out fight continued, the Demonic Fiend Palace elder overseeing things from the shadows would probably punish him.
Rumble!
With that thought, he gripped the blood-red spear in his hand and drove it fiercely into the ground, shattering the earth and stones.
Then a crushing pressure poured from his body.
Chen Qingxue's expression shifted, and her heart sank.
She knew perfectly well that even at her peak, she wouldn't be able to defeat Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend while he was using a forbidden technique.
And she was far from her peak now.
Besides, Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend was a cunning man.
He had sent the Mystic Profound Realm demonic cultivators under his command to their deaths one by one, testing Chen Qingxue's hidden cards.
Only after she had exhausted her trump cards, drained her strength, and grown weak had he prepared to use his forbidden technique to subdue her.
Thud! Thud!
Suddenly, a series of firm, forceful footsteps broke the grim silence.
Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend paused.
He instinctively assumed his fellow clansman had arrived to help.
The corner of Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend's mouth lifted in a faint smile.
"Little brother, you're finally here. You took your time."
"We've had good luck this time. We caught a big fish—this is the Seventh Princess of the Great Cloud Dynasty."
"Once we capture her and deliver her to the Demonic Fiend Palace, the path ahead for both of us will be smooth sailing!"
To his surprise,
no one answered.
Only the clear, steady sound of footsteps echoed in his ears.
Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend frowned.
Killing Intent surged across his face as he turned to look.
The next moment, his pupils contracted!
The figure before him was no fellow clansman, but a complete stranger.
He wore the uniform of an outer disciple of the Mystic Blade Sect and carried a long, narrow Black Blade.
Most of his robe was drenched in blood.
He looked like a swordsman who had walked straight out of hell!
Though he was only at the first level of the Mystic Profound Realm,
for some reason, he gave Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend a sense of dread.
"Kid, who are you?"
Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend furrowed his brow and demanded coldly.
"Junior Brother Su Yun, run! You're no match for him!"
When she saw Su Yun arrive, Chen Qingxue hurriedly warned him.
She knew Su Yun had extraordinary potential, but the gap between the first and eighth levels of the Mystic Profound Realm was simply enormous.
And Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend had used a forbidden technique, making him even stronger.
How could Su Yun possibly stand a chance?
Seeing the scene before him, Su Yun's confusion was cleared up as well.
No wonder Senior Sister Chen hadn't been able to deal with the demonic cultivators here.
She had been tied down by this man.
Su Yun looked at Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend.
Then he drove his right foot down. Earth and stone flew as he sent a corpse he had left nearby hurtling through the air.
The mangled corpse sliced through the night sky and landed in front of Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend.
"Your fellow clansman? You mean this man?"
Su Yun's voice sounded in Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend's ears.
"This is... Blade Fiend's corpse?"
"Blade Fiend is dead?!"
After taking a closer look at Asura Blade Demon's corpse, Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend's expression changed in shock!
He hadn't been particularly close to Asura Blade Demon.
But this kid before him was only at the first level of the Mystic Profound Realm, yet he had managed to kill Asura Blade Demon.
It made no sense—and it sent a chill through him!
Chen Qingxue was stunned, too.
Asura Blade Demon might have been weaker than Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend, but not by much.
Yet now, Asura Blade Demon had died at Su Yun's hands!
"You've got some nerve! You dared to kill a genius demonic cultivator of the Demonic Fiend Palace. You deserve to die!"
Coming back to his senses, Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend flew into a rage.
He immediately summoned the Mystic Profound Realm demonic cultivators hiding nearby.
Whoosh!
Before long, five sixth-level Mystic Profound Realm demonic cultivators surrounded Su Yun.
"Attack! Kill him!"
Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend shouted his order.
Although he appeared furious, he was wary of Su Yun.
So he wanted the demonic cultivators to attack first and test him.
The five sixth-level Mystic Profound Realm demonic cultivators knew Su Yun was no ordinary opponent.
But when they heard Blood-Drinking Spear Fiend's command, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge.
"Die!"
Facing the five attackers, Su Yun swept them with a cold gaze, then swung his blade.
Slash!
A flash of blood-red blade light streaked past.
Five heads hit the ground at once!
Blood sprayed everywhere!
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