Chương 219: First Kill of a First-Tier

Pushed to the brink, Yao Lie began to risk his life. His long hair stood on end, and the whites of his eyes completely vanished. In their place were gloomy black holes flashing with a terrifying, demonic light. The aura of the surrounding ghosts likewise magnified. They shrieked ear-piercingly as if going mad, forcing even someone like Song Que, who was caught in the middle of it all, to circulate his qi to protect his eardrums.

"Ahhhhh... Go to hell, all of you!" Yao Lie, whose hair was now showing patches of white, roared ferociously, his face twisted in agony. The entire space froze. The air became viscous like mercury, making it difficult to move. Moreover, a wave of coldness transmitting from deep within the soul caused everyone around to shudder in numbing cold.

If not for the Lotus Visualization in his mind continuously emitting a gentle light to protect his divine soul, Old Master Song might have been dragged into an endless abyss of illusions by the surrounding ghosts. Whatever secret technique Yao Lie was executing, it was even more terrifying than his Super God state. Regardless of power or, more importantly, speed, everything increased to a horrifying degree. His entire body turned into an afterimage, making it impossible to see what moves he was using.

He looked entirely like a mass of swirling ghostly qi, revealing hundreds of thousands of vicious ghostly faces opening their maws and charging over to bite and tear. Bearing the brunt of the attack, Blood-Robed naturally wasn't faring much better. A bloody light flared intensely around him. Boiling blood mist could be seen escaping from his pores, quickly forming a cloud of blood. Old Blood's eyes were sharp and resolute as he roared.

"Impermanence, burn your essence blood, attack with all your might!" Saying so, a giant bloody claw condensed from true qi above his head smashed forward fiercely, clashing head-on with the ghostly shadows. Wherever the claw strike passed, the ghosts were smashed into vapor, their piercing shrieks echoing endlessly. Seeing this might, Master Song also felt a secret chill. Fortunately, he hadn't done anything stupid earlier; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It seemed every expert possessed a life-saving secret technique; he absolutely couldn't be careless in the future. Not daring to think too much, he gathered all his cultivation power. Tapping his feet lightly, he disappeared from his spot. When he reappeared, he thrust a fierce sword strike toward Yao Lie's waist.

"Boom!" An earth-shattering sound rang out, instantly blasting a large crater in the ground. When the dust settled, everyone finally saw the situation on the battlefield. Blood-Robed was standing there panting, completely unscathed. Aside from his face being slightly pale, he had no other issues. Yao Lie, however, was in a miserable state. Half of his hair had turned white, and his eyes had returned to their normal black-and-white state.

However, black blood was now flowing simultaneously from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, and half of a broken sword was lodged in his abdomen. The sword naturally belonged to Master Song. This guy, of course, wasn't going to actually risk his life. Striking once and immediately retreating, after forcefully thrusting out one sword strike and seeing Old Yao swinging a palm over, he had long since oiled the soles of his feet and quickly slipped away. He only lost a shoddy sword and didn't even lose a single hair.

"Cough... cough..."

"Shameless, you used poison!" Yao Lie squeezed out these words with venomous resentment. Little Blood didn't feel ashamed; on the contrary, he took it as a point of pride, tilting his head back and laughing joyously.

"Haha, I knew that old thief Gongsun would pass down this Heavenly Ghost Soul Devouring move to you. As expected, it was exactly as I predicted.

"Gah gah gah... This Turbid Soul Water cannot even be considered a poison to martial artists; it has no significant effect even on Third-Tier martial artists. That's why when I injected it into your body through the claw wound earlier, it didn't show any abnormalities at all.

"But once you use the Heavenly Ghost Soul Devouring, it will follow the ghostly qi and embed itself deep into your divine soul, making it impossible to cure.

"Hahahaha, does your head feel like it's being bitten and torn by ten thousand ants right now? Feels comfortable, doesn't it? To take revenge on that old dog Gongsun, this Venerable has wracked his brains and spent countless efforts. This time, congratulations on being the first to taste it. It will be his turn very soon. Don't even think about escaping, any of you." The plan succeeded, and Old Blood started bragging again.

Only then did everyone realize that this guy was particularly talkative, especially fond of showing off. Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. Not far away, where his own battle was nearing its end, Nine Nethers couldn't help but feel a phantom pain in his balls and shouted:"Blood-Robed, speed it up! The commotion is too big, someone might run over here." Although he hadn't fully satisfied his craving to gloat, Old Blood still knew what was important.

He then stepped forward with extreme regret:"Die. I will extract your soul and refine your spirit, so don't even think about a next life." Between life and death, Yao Lie didn't care about anything else. Seeing Blood-Robed approaching, he hastily raised his hands to block. After backing up a few steps, he gritted his teeth and decisively threw the Soul-Nourishing Wood far away, while choosing the opposite direction to fly away and escape.

In that split second, Old Blood still chose to chase after the Soul-Nourishing Wood. His entire body turned into an afterimage and disappeared, while his mouth roared loudly:"Impermanence, kill him!" Old Master Song, who originally only intended to slack off, had his eyes light up at this scene. Watching Yao Lie run away, he immediately executed his lightness skill and chased after him. The other man was heavily poisoned; furthermore, his blood qi was weak and his cultivation was greatly reduced.

Master Song quickly caught up to him.

"Brat, you're courting death!" A tiger falling into the plains is mocked by dogs. Old Yao was a First-Tier expert after all. Seeing this completely nameless nobody daring to take advantage of his peril to humiliate him, he was naturally extremely furious. Raising his hand, he fired off a finger strike.

"Spirit-Shocking Finger!" With a slight shift of his feet, his body spun like a top, incredibly deftly dodging the move. The corner of Song Que's mouth curled into a cold sneer as he smashed his fist down fiercely like a massive hammer. Yao Lie leaned back to dodge, but unexpectedly, this was only a feint. He didn't know when, but the opponent's leg had already swept over with the force of an army. Caught completely off guard, he could only raise his two arms to block.

"Boom!" Old Yao was kicked flying several meters away like a sack. The kicking force was too immense, impacting the sword wound on his waist and forcing him to involuntarily drop to one knee, clutching his stomach in agony.

"You brat..." Ignoring Yao Lie's terrified gaze, Old Master Song, having succeeded with one kick, pressed the advantage and closed the distance extremely quickly. Before the opponent could even finish speaking, a chilling punch smashed down.

"Boom!"

"Cough... cough..." Yao Lie only had time to raise his arms to block before his entire body was smashed into a crater nearly half a meter deep.

"Boom!"...

"Spurt!" Stomping heavily on the chest of this crippled Heavenly Ghost Sect Elder, the demonic Master Song swiftly reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, frantically activating the Star Absorption Great Art. Suck, suck, suck... A Sixth-Grade martial artist was already equivalent to a 900-year-old ginseng. As for a genuine Seventh-Grade True Qi Realm expert, he held a great deal of anticipation in his heart.

Earlier, when he missed the opportunity for the thousand-year Blood Lingzhi, Master Song was still feeling regretful. He hadn't expected to get a replacement now. How could there be any reason for him to let this go?

"No... no..." Sensing his life force gradually slipping away, Yao Lie struggled madly and wheezed. Unfortunately, the demonic Master Song remained utterly indifferent and unmoved. At this moment, the hundreds of malicious ghosts on the man's body also followed the Star Absorption and fiercely surged into his own body. This made him feel a freezing numbness all over, and frost even appeared on his skin for a moment. But compared to the harvest, these things were nothing.

Master Song calmly gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Let go!" A loud shout rang out. The old thief Blood-Robed, who had run off to retrieve the Soul-Nourishing Wood, returned just in time to see this scene and yelled furiously. Song Que remained completely unfazed, circulating his qi even more madly to suck vigorously. Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Old Blood's eyes. Without a second word, he launched a vicious claw strike down. This time, Grandee Song didn't dare to be indifferent. He hurriedly let go of Yao Lie and threw a punch to block.

"Boom!" He was pushed back four steps by the force, while the Blood-Robed Venerable's body violently shook as a result, freezing mid-air. Being able to block him head-on in a clash of pure strength, Blood-Robed was also shaken by this guy's combat power. Glaring at Song Que with deep wariness, Blood-Robed reached out to grab Yao Lie. After checking him for a moment, he gritted his teeth, his face looking ugly.

"Very good! You have incredible guts!" Having harvested more than half of the man's essence blood and countless ghosts, Old Master Song felt it was enough. At this moment, he acted like an obedient child, imitating Xiong Ba's blunt manner, rubbing his head and giving a hollow laugh:"Forgive me, Venerable. I didn't hear you mention it earlier, so I thought I could absorb him at will."

"Hehe, do you think I'm stupid? Then why didn't you let go immediately when this Seat told you to stop?" Old Blood's gaze began to turn unfriendly.

"You wrong me, Venerable. At that moment, malicious ghosts fiercely invaded my body, causing me to become completely paralyzed, which is why my reaction was half a beat slow. When you spoke, I had already intended to let go immediately, but my body wouldn't listen to my commands. That's why it turned out like this." Without saying a word, he stared at Song Que, weighing this guy's strength against his own current condition.

After hesitating for a long time, Blood-Robed decided to let him off the hook:"Hmph, I'll spare your life this time." He didn't say whether he believed the excuse just now, but at least he wasn't going to turn hostile right this second. On the other side, Nine Nethers and his subordinates had finished at roughly the same time.

Having absorbed the essence blood of a Seventh-Grade martial artist, Old Nine ran over here, his entire body glowing with vitality and vigor, laughing as he shouted:"Hurry up and leave immediately. We can't stay here for long." Only then did the Blood-Robed Venerable irritably pick up Yao Lie. He quickly sucked out the remaining essence blood in his body, checked him for valuables, and then pulverized the corpse into dust with a palm strike.

After erasing all traces, Little Blood's expression finally looked a bit better. He turned to Song Que and instructed:"There is nothing left for you to do here. Head back first and wait for my orders!" Saying so, he nodded at Old Nine. The two of them led a group of subordinates and ran off into the night. In less than a moment, they disappeared behind the mountain. Grandee Song didn't dare to linger either. Just as they left, he immediately executed his lightness skill and vanished.

Aside from broken trees, shattered rocks, and patches of crimson blood mist, absolutely no traces were left behind in this place.