Blood-Baleful Formation, a Successful Surprise Attack

By the pool beneath the waterfall, the golden corpse's massive body slid backward nearly two zhang.

Its two iron-pillar-like feet plowed two deep trenches through the rocky shore, yet it forcibly steadied itself.

Most of the golden scales on its right arm had shattered, and its bone armor had split open, but it did not fall.

"Godfather!"

Liu Qingluo covered her lips and cried out, tears shimmering in her eyes.

Chen Mu's heart tightened as well.

He saw clearly that after that clash, the Blood Essence dragon silhouette behind Liu Qingcang had visibly faded.

His face had turned slightly pale.

After withdrawing his fist and standing still, the Blood Essence steaming around him showed signs of dispersing.

This had clearly aggravated an old injury!

Chen Mu made his judgment inwardly, his mind racing.

What should he do?

Even if he rushed out with his meager strength, what could he accomplish?

Just then, he felt the Yin Jade against his chest suddenly grow scorching hot.

"Not good! It's a trap!"

He had just intended to warn them when he heard the Rakshasa Gate Master give a sinister laugh.

"Liu Qingcang! You killed so many of my disciples!"

"Today is the day you die! Blood-Baleful Formation, rise for this old man!"

Buzzz!!

The air suddenly hummed. Chen Mu's eardrums nearly burst, and his vision swam at once.

With the black banner at its center, densely packed crimson formation patterns emerged across dozens of zhang of ground, instantly trapping Liu Qingcang within.

The broken remains of the Corpse Kings and the bodies of the black-robed men who had died earlier all became fuel, raising dense blood baleful intent that surged madly into the formation.

Liu Qingcang's burly body abruptly sank, his feet crushing through the earth beneath him.

It was as though a mountain had been placed upon his shoulders, leaving him unable to move.

The dragon silhouette around him gave a mournful cry, seeming to be dragged into the formation patterns by an invisible force as it grew illusory.

"Godfather!"

Liu Qingluo could no longer hold herself back. She broke free of Chen Mu's hand and rushed out.

Chen Mu cursed under his breath. Rather than draw his blade and follow, he swiftly darted into the forest on the other side and hid.

"Oh? There's another little rat?"

The Rakshasa Gate Master let out a piercing cackle when he spotted Liu Qingluo.

"Qingluo, you..."

Liu Qingcang's expression changed sharply as well, before he suddenly sighed.

"Alas, so be it..."

As the formation's blood-red radiance flared brightly, the Blood Essence throughout his body churned beyond his control, and the blood mist steaming from his surface began to break apart.

Seeing this, Liu Qingluo drew her short sword and spread her arms in front of Liu Qingcang.

"Old Rakshasa! Don't you dare harm my godfather!"

The Rakshasa Gate Master found this amusing. Raising the black banner, he stepped closer with a chilling sneer.

"Liu Qingcang, what can you do now?"

"Your Blood Essence was depleted long ago. Now that my Blood-Baleful Formation suppresses you, how much ability do you still have?"

"If you agree to take the Corpse-Transforming Pill and join my Ghost Sect as a Protector, I'll spare your obedient daughter. How about it?"

He was smug and complacent, wearing the look of a cat toying with a mouse, certain he had Liu Qingcang in his grasp.

Watching this from the forest, Chen Mu was weighing his options at top speed.

Although that golden corpse had blocked Liu Qingcang's strike earlier, who knew how many of its tendons and bones had been broken? Its combat power had been greatly reduced.

The people of Rakshasa Gate seemed not to cultivate their bodies at all. If he could find an opportunity to get close to that old fiend and sever his head with one slash...

"No, too dangerous."

Chen Mu suppressed that hazardous thought.

This was gambling with his life. It was not worth it.

Yet if he turned around and left now, Chen Mu would not be able to get past the hurdle in his heart.

Though he had joined the martial arts hall with an ulterior motive, he had still entered its gates.

Qin Tieya's temperament also suited Chen Mu quite well.

More importantly, Chen Mu coveted Liu Qingcang's fierce and domineering fist technique.

If he could save him now, he would surely win his favor. Becoming a true disciple would be no difficult matter.

But how could he break this deadlock?

"Wait... the Blood-Baleful Formation..."

Chen Mu touched the terrifyingly hot Yin Jade on his chest, and suddenly an idea came to him.

This formation appeared to gather yin filth and baleful intent, suppressing Liu Qingcang's manifested Blood Essence.

He had the Yin Jade protecting his body...

Chen Mu's gaze steadied somewhat. Holding his breath, he silently edged closer.

He could only gamble. He had the Grass-Top Flight movement technique; if one strike failed, he would simply turn and run.

These thoughts flashed through Chen Mu's mind like lightning, taking no more than two breaths.

By then, another change had occurred in the field.

The Blood Essence steaming around Liu Qingcang had already withdrawn into his body. He pressed a hand to Liu Qingluo's shoulder and shielded her behind him.

"Godfather!"

Liu Qingluo was at a loss.

Her hot blood had rushed to her head, and she had charged out without thinking.

Now, standing before that golden corpse, she realized she could not even keep her feet steady.

Only Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother could probably barely withstand such pressure. At this moment, she was truly plunged into utter despair.

Yet Liu Qingcang remained exceptionally calm. He shook his head at Liu Qingluo, signaling her not to speak.

Then he stepped forward and raised his voice.

"Rakshasa, you are truly ruthless, willing to sacrifice so many of your own disciples to refine this blood formation."

"But do you really think this paltry blood-baleful formation can suppress me, Liu Qingcang?"

His voice was full and forceful, with not the slightest awareness of being caught in a trap.

The Rakshasa Gate Master's arrogant momentum stalled. Holding the black banner, he retreated several steps and moved beside the golden corpse.

"What other means do you have? Are you trying to bluff me? Hmph..."

With a cold laugh, he suddenly shook the black banner and commanded, "Golden corpse, seize him!"

The Golden-Armored Corpse King threw back its head and roared. It smashed the ground beneath its feet and charged forward once more.

Liu Qingcang's face darkened. He was just about to use his final trump-card secret art to break through the blood formation.

He had already lost Liu Qi, his adopted son. Now, even if it meant his meridians snapping apart, he would kill these demonic men before him and protect Qingluo.

At that moment, Chen Mu moved from the forest, his figure shooting out like lightning.

"Old fiend, take my blade!"

Rakshasa was horrified. A blade light tore through the air from three meters to his side, cleaving straight at him.

"Damn it! Golden corpse!"

He only had time to sweep the black banner forward, wrapping it around Chen Mu's blade.

How could Chen Mu, having prepared so long, fail to guard against this move? He twisted the blade in his palm, and it began to spin with a hum.

The dark blade radiance spiraled and sliced, instantly shredding the banner cloth into fragments.

As the black banner was destroyed, the radiance of the Blood-Baleful Formation around them immediately dimmed.

Chen Mu was overjoyed at the sight, knowing he had gambled correctly!

The change came too quickly. No one had expected Chen Mu to be hiding nearby, except Liu Qingluo.

"Godfather! It's Junior Brother Chen!"

She cried out in delight.

"Good lad! I'll help you!"

Liu Qingcang was no ordinary man. Though he did not know Chen Mu, he instantly seized the opportunity.

The formation had been broken!

Blood Essence steamed around him once more. True qi erupted as he stomped forward with a thunderous step.

He actually bypassed the golden corpse and charged directly at Rakshasa.

But Rakshasa was no easy opponent. Seeing his formation broken, he laughed in extreme rage.

"Good, good, good! You bastard brat! You destroyed my magical artifact! You deserve death!"

Rakshasa spread the damaged black banner and swept it out, unleashing a surging stream of black qi toward Chen Mu.

Chen Mu did not dare linger for even a moment. He leaped toward the forest, but he was still too slow.

Crash!!

That torrent of black qi surged like a black dragon, sweeping up and flinging aside branches as it struck Chen Mu across the back.

He immediately felt pain like ten thousand needles piercing his heart, but he did not dare stop. Borrowing the force, he rolled to the ground and dropped to one knee, bracing himself with his blade.

"Hall Master! Quickly seize this fiend!"

He roared, took out a Bone-Strengthening Pill, and swallowed it. The Yin Jade on his chest burned fiercely, swiftly suppressing the yin qi.

Liu Qingcang had already broken free of the formation's suppression. Blood Essence rose around him once again, converging into a dragon silhouette that was half-real and half-illusory.

"Rakshasa! Heaven wills your destruction today. Die!"

This punch unleashed a dragon's roar that shook the heavens. The coiling blood dragon soared skyward, then came crashing down upon Rakshasa's head with savage force!

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