Blood Sword Rakshasa

The barrens were desolate and quiet, and a gentle breeze blew.

Gao Fengxing looked at Lu Li in astonishment. He was an Astral Condensation Realm martial artist, and even among peers in the same realm, very few could withstand a claw strike of his, let alone a brat who had yet to open his meridians.

It isn't Shuang Qiuyue, but another Astral Condensation Realm martial artist!

Feeling the injuries on his body, Lu Li's heart sank.

When that Mange Demon had bitten him, it could only leave a white mark and a skin indentation, but the person before him...

Lu Li lowered his head to look. From his arm extending to his shoulder blade, there were three startling wounds half an inch deep into the flesh, almost touching the bone.

"Brat, if you're willing to hand over your body-refining technique and cripple your own limbs, I might spare your life for the sake of the Blood Sword."

Greed surged deep in Gao Fengxing's eyes, and he felt exceptionally good. In the pugilistic world, body-refining held a massive advantage, making body-refining methods quite precious.

He hadn't expected such an unexpected windfall.

Blood Sword?

Hearing this, Lu Li's heart gave a violent jolt as a connection instantly formed in his mind. Who this person spoke of was likely Shuang Qiuyue, and the blood sword...

The Rakshasa Blood Sword!

In the initial martial arts version, quite a few pugilists bore blood-themed monikers, but only one person held the two words "Blood Sword"!

Lu Li instantly remembered. Within the background lore, the Rakshasa Blood Sword counted as no small supporting character, but her plot presence was so meager that it had taken him a moment to recall her.

The instant his thoughts churned, Gao Fengxing's patience had already run out.

Although precious, body-refining techniques also demanded the most talent. He knew he lacked any aptitude for body-refining and merely intended to fetch a good price for it.

Still, if it was gone, it was gone. Delays brought changes, and he lacked the time to waste lingering here.

The treasures on that little girl mattered more!

A fierce look flashed across Gao Fengxing's eyes. His five fingers curled into a claw, swooping down like a goshawk. Realgar astral qi surged, and the sound of the air tearing like silk erupted!

Simultaneously, his other hand reached toward Liu Yueling without the slightest concealment.

Lu Li's gaze condensed, his mind highly taut. Intransigent Qi circulated, operating the Erosion Essence Scripture.

Right now, in his injured state, the Essence-Eroding Internal Qi was growing crazily. This brought a sensation of his body suddenly turning light, and both his agility and speed received a substantial boost.

Lu Li barely managed to dodge his vital points. The broadsword in his hand raised, swung down, and slashed, kicking up bursts of fierce wind.

Yet, after all, he had never experienced combat between Astral Condensation martial artists. Under that single claw, the broadsword snapped like brittle glass. The fierce wind unabated, the hand radiating yellow light went straight for Lu Li's chest.

In the flash of a spark, under the augmentation of the Essence-Eroding Internal Qi, Lu Li's brain nerves and thinking accelerated. Thoughts flashing, he suddenly puffed out his chest and shouted:

"Sister Shuang, this fellow truly harbors malicious intent!"

The instant the words fell, the mention of that crazy woman's name made Gao Fengxing's heart tighten. His claw, condensed with astral qi, froze in midair. He immediately stopped and blurted out the second set of preplanned rhetoric:

"Blood Sword, listen to my explanation... Hm?"

He looked back, and the words stopped abruptly. Behind him was completely empty; where was there any sign of Shuang Qiuyue?

Gao Fengxing's expression turned ugly, knowing he had been played. He whipped his head back around only to see Lu Li cradling Liu Yueling and fleeing at a dead sprint!

"Running? Can you run away!"

A cold, sinister smile tugged at the corner of Gao Fengxing's mouth. In his eyes, Lu Li's speed was no different from a crawling turtle. His footwork was erratic, completely devoid of rhythm or pattern, clearly showing him to be someone who was merely good at body-refining.

With a shift of his figure, Gao Fengxing flashed forward and blocked his path directly.

"Damn it!"

Seeing Gao Fengxing block his way again, Lu Li realized the other's earlier reaction confirmed that Shuang Qiuyue was indeed the Rakshasa Blood Sword.

She hailed from the Southern Wasteland's Miao Poison Sect, initially making a name for herself in the pugilistic world through poison arts. Later, she obtained a fortuitous encounter, acquiring true sword inheritance. Diligently studying it, she eventually became peerless in both poison and sword, and had even joined Shangling Cliff as an assassin.

And Shangling Cliff was precisely one of the three major factions that caused the fall of Cloud Province City.

In the pugilistic version, Shuang Qiuyue was merely an Astral Condensation martial artist, but by the Demon Martial Path version, she was already among the top experts. Her sword mastery traversed far and wide, virtually unmatched.

Presently, while she was still far from as terrifying as she would later become, she was nonetheless notorious... bearing mostly an infamous reputation!

Lu Li's heart stirred fiercely, and Gao Fengxing's reaction further corroborated the guess in his mind.

This fellow is worried about hitting the rat beside the ceramic bowl!

Lu Li stopped fleeing. Seeing this, Gao Fengxing hesitated somewhat, not rushing to attack. That little girl was fine—unrelated and unconnected—but if this brat before him was Shuang Qiuyue's relative or friend...

Gao Fengxing's gaze narrowed. Shuang Qiuyue was a lunatic in the truest sense of the word, and he genuinely feared there might be some connection that would prompt that woman to hack him to pieces.

Whatever! To sever the grass, one must pull the roots; once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back. If he really is connected, even if I let this brat go, that crazy hag will still kill me anyway!

A fierce light flashed in Gao Fengxing's eyes, followed by a sneer as he raised his hand to grab at Lu Li.

Seeing the other party make a move again, Lu Li's expression concentrated. He saw that the opponent's target was Liu Yueling, but clearly, this man in black wouldn't let him go either.

Did you really take me for something kneaded from mud? Even if I die, I'll make you see what the numerical values of the Demon Martial Path are like!

Fire flared in Lu Li's heart, and he licked his lips. As the Essence-Eroding Internal Qi circulated, the palm of his other hand seemed to gather a deep green light.

Aside from blood-sucking, poison was also a major strong suit of Xiangliu Martial Dao. Under the operation of the Erosion Essence Scripture, he could compress and gather internal qi within his blood, condensing an intensely venomous strand of internal qi.

This counted as an active skill while also consuming a massive amount of internal qi, belonging to a desperate, life-or-death move.

When it came to the supreme venom, even the Miao Poison Sect of the Southern Wasteland could not compare to the Xiangliu Poison!

One could say that once struck, lacking an antidote, one could only forcibly purge it through cultivation.

Swish, swish!

A chilling, fierce sword hum resounded. Before Gao Fengxing's claw could land, a streak of scarlet, bloody sword Qi arrived abruptly, its killing intent biting.

"Ah!"

A severed arm flew into the air, blood splattering everywhere. Gao Fengxing felt a piercing pain erupt from his right arm. His eyes turned red, and he let out a miserable scream.

"This is..."

Lu Li froze in place.

Wiping a bead of blood from his face, his eyes widened slightly as he saw a red figure sweep past like a hurricane. Where she passed, Gao Fengxing's other arm likewise flew high into the air, severed cleanly at the shoulder!

The newcomer was none other than Shuang Qiuyue.

Her figure stopped a dozen feet away, standing with her sword sheathed, expression indifferent. She glanced sideways at Gao Fengxing, whose arms were completely severed and whose face was contorted in agony, her voice carrying a chilling edge:

"I warned you once!"

This was simply too fierce...

In barely two or three seconds, everything happened in the flash of a spark. Lu Li hadn't even seen it clearly before Gao Fengxing had both arms severed, dripping with blood, his aura rapidly weakening.

Clearly, though both were Astral Condensation martial artists, the gap between the two of them was utterly immense.

Lu Li watched with his tongue tied in amazement, a trace of lingering fear suddenly welling up in his heart. Fortunately, he had never abandoned Liu Yueling all this way.

"Shuang Qiuyue, I just helped you track down the Hundred-Li Soul-Chasing Worm! Is this how you repay kindness with enmity?!"

Cold sweat poured down Gao Fengxing's face, veins bulging on his forehead as he knelt on the ground.

It wasn't just the pain of his severed arms; at the sites of the two wounds on his left and right, the sword qi felt like maggots latching onto bones, continuously eroding his flesh and internal qi.

He felt as though he were an ordinary person slowly drowning at this moment, the suffocation of death gradually closing in around him.

How did this crazy hag get even stronger?!