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The night wind suddenly turned cold, stirring up the half-foot-long pile of maple leaves in the courtyard. The crimson leaves swirled in the air, as if being torn apart by an invisible hand, before finally crashing haphazardly onto the bluestone slabs.
Looking up, the sky, which had just been studded with stars, was swallowed up by dark clouds. The clouds were so low that they seemed to be crushing the eaves of the villa, and even the last ray of moonlight was completely blocked, leaving only a suffocating darkness between heaven and earth.
"Squeak-"
The door hinges groaned shrilly in the silence, and the door slowly opened inward.
A crimson light seeped out from the crack in the door, particularly dazzling in the darkness.
Before the father and son could react, the red light suddenly split into ten, a hundred, a thousand...
Countless scarlet lights surged out from behind the door, flooding the threshold like a tide and turning the bluestone slabs in front of the door into an eerie dark red.
A thunderclap boomed overhead, and a blinding flash of lightning instantly illuminated the entire mountain village.
Immediately afterwards, icy liquid fell from the sky, hitting my face and carrying a fishy smell.
That wasn't rain, it was blood raining down from the sky!
Blood droplets fell onto the tiles, maple leaves, and sword blades, making a "drip-drip" sound.
Even more chillingly, countless black figures emerged from the rain of blood. They had no clear outlines, only blurry humanoid silhouettes twisting and writhing in the blood mist, emitting a nauseating stench.
Wang Quan Shouzhuo's brows furrowed into a deep frown, and his grip on the Wang Quan Sword tightened slightly.
Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his wrist, and the sword hilt flew towards the rooftop, where the sword was displayed.
He gave a deep shout, and with his other hand he drew another longsword from its sheath. The blade was entirely silver-white, and although it was not as powerful as the King's Sword, it still gleamed with a chilling killing intent amidst the blood-red light.
Wang Quan Ba Ye caught the Wang Quan Sword in mid-air.
The moment he saw those black figures clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"These are... creatures from outside the circle..."
Why are they here?
"Why didn't that circle stop them?!"
"If that's the case... wouldn't the old man from Tianmen and the others...?"
Before he could finish speaking, a black figure broke through the barrier of blood and pounced towards the roof, the cold light on its claws aimed directly at his face.
Wang Quan Shouzhuo swung his sword, and the sword light instantly severed the black shadow that was rushing towards Wang Quan Baye.
The foul-smelling black liquid splattered on the hem of his clothes, instantly corroding small holes.
He turned to look at the imperial power and dominance on the roof, his voice low.
"The Great Cause... people could die at any moment, including you and me."
He paused, then his blade cleaved through another dark shadow. "No matter what, grip your sword tightly and try to survive."
"Protect your sister. Even if the entire royal family is dead, as long as you are alive, there is hope."
"But Father, what exactly is this...?"
Wang Quan Ba Ye gripped the Wang Quan Sword tightly, gazing at the corner of the manor swallowed by shadows in the distance, his eyes filled with confusion and anxiety.
He couldn't understand why the night, which had been peaceful just a moment ago, had turned into a living hell the next.
"I don't know."
Wang Quan Shouzhuo suddenly dodged a sharp claw by the side, and with a backhand thrust, plunged his sword into the chest of the dark figure, black liquid flowing down the blade.
"But... there's no time to think about that anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw more dark figures surging in from outside the villa, covering the bluestone path in front of the gate like a tide.
"They...have arrived!"
It wasn't just the Wang family, but also the Zhang family, the Yang family, the Li family, the Qing family... the Mu family. Outsiders were everywhere, and killing was rampant.
In what seemed like an instant, humanity was completely shrouded in darkness.
The lights that once adorned the night were extinguished one by one, replaced by the writhing silhouettes of dark figures and splattered blood.
Only black figures, red blood, and desperate screams rose and fell between heaven and earth, as if the whole world had fallen into an abyss at this moment.
Fortunately, the human race is not without the power to resist. The geniuses of this generation have grown up, and together with the patriarch, they are leading the family to resist the invasion of creatures from outside the circle.
Although there are a few extremely powerful enemies, there is no one who is completely invincible yet, so the human race... still has hope.
If... a demon clan could come to their aid.
After all... if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold...
The border between Tushan and the human race
Mu Qinghan's figure darted through the air.
Damn it, faster, faster!
He clenched his teeth, and tasted a faint metallic taste of blood on the tip of his tongue.
His family and friends are in dire straits; they need him!
Just as he was about to accelerate again, a chilling killing intent suddenly locked onto him!
That aura was cold and domineering, like a gaze from the abyss, instantly freezing the air around him.
The chill of death seeped into his bones through his pores, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
Mu Qinghan screamed almost instinctively.
His internal magical power suddenly erupted, and a faint golden halo emanated from his body.
His speed reached its limit, and he instantly shifted backward, leaving only a golden afterimage where he had been.
"boom--!"
A deafening roar erupted, and a bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a bowl, grazed his clothes and crashed down, unleashing destructive force the moment it hit the ground.
The ground was struck as if by a giant hammer, instantly cracking open deep trenches like a spider web. Gravel and dust shot into the sky, and the ground within a radius of several thousand meters, along with the underlying soil, was ripped up, forming a chaotic wave of earth.
Mu Qinghan's pupils suddenly contracted.
Great Demon Emperor...Peak...
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a jet-black spear stood silently in the center of the cracked ground.
A lifelike black dragon coiled around the gun, its scales gleaming coldly, and purple lightning crackling between the dragon's body and the gun tip.
A deep, mocking voice came from behind the smoke and dust, carrying an extreme killing intent.
"It seems... it's still me..."
"I was lucky..."
Chapter 140 The Pinnacle of Skill
The martial arts fanatic slowly bent down, his five fingers gripping the gun handle, and the black dragon pattern glowed faintly the moment it touched his palm.
He pulled the spear from the cracked ground. The moment the spear left the soil, a deep dragon's roar spread from the tip of the spear, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.
“My name is Wu Chi,” he looked up at Mu Qinghan, “just like my name suggests, I have spent my whole life pursuing the ultimate in martial arts.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and the spear drew an arc in front of him. Purple lightning coiled around the spear, condensing into a small thunder dragon in mid-air, emitting a deafening roar.
"Come on, let me see if the one who was specifically targeted for killing is really... that powerful."
Mu Qinghan gritted his teeth, forcing himself to ignore the dragon's roar that was disturbing his mind.
Knowing he couldn't be restrained, he flicked his wrist, and golden spiritual power condensed on his longsword. With a flash, a sharp sword light shot straight at the martial arts fanatic's face.
However, the martial arts fanatic merely glanced at the oncoming sword light, casually swung his spear, and the purple lightning wrapped around it instantly surged.
Like a giant axe, it easily tore through the golden sword energy, and the residual force even grazed Mu Qinghan's shoulder, leaving a charred mark on the ground.
Mu Qinghan's heart sank, knowing that he was no match for them.
He had no intention of lingering in the fight and turned to flee in all directions.
As the martial arts fanatic watched his rapidly departing figure, his brows furrowed deeply, and the fervor in his eyes was gradually replaced by dissatisfaction.
"To retreat without a fight, you damned cowards."
Mu Qinghan pushed his magical power to its limit, his robes fluttering in the wind, and all he could hear was the howling wind and his own rapid heartbeat.
He kept repeating to himself: Faster, faster!
He didn't have time to waste with the martial arts fanatic; his father… mother… brother…
His family is waiting for him; every second he delays could lead to an irreversible tragedy.
Just then, the sky above was suddenly covered by purple lightning, and a dense net of lightning instantly enveloped the area in front of Mu Qinghan, completely blocking his way.
The martial arts fanatic appeared behind him in an instant, his voice filled with icy killing intent.
“Little thing, what I hate most... is cowardly weaklings.”
He slowly raised the spear in his hand, the purple lightning at the tip of the spear becoming increasingly violent, and the dragon pattern seemed to come alive, constantly moving across the spear.
"Fight me, or... I will kill you."
Mu Qinghan's voice was hoarse as he gripped the sword with both hands and channeled his magic power into its blade.
A golden sword light swept out, heading straight for the martial arts fanatic's face.
However, the martial arts fanatic simply stood still, and purple lightning automatically condensed around him to form a barrier. The sword light was torn to shreds the moment it hit the lightning barrier.
Using the recoil, Mu Qinghan suddenly turned and flew rapidly towards the dense forest to the east.
Before he could fly a hundred meters, a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a bowl slammed into the tree trunk in front of him. The thick ancient tree was instantly split into two charred halves, and the broken trunk, sparks flying, crashed to the ground.
He gritted his teeth and changed direction again, pushing his speed to the limit, his figure transforming into a pale golden streak of light as he sped towards the southern cliff.
The wind whistled in my ears.
Just as he was about to pass the edge of the cliff, several purple lightning bolts shot out from the clouds, weaving into an impenetrable net of lightning in front of him. The crackling current even scorched his hair, causing a sharp pain.
Mu Qinghan suddenly stopped, rolled over and landed on a protruding rock, his chest heaving violently.
He looked around at the world stained red with blood, and then tried to rush towards the west and north.
Each time, he pushed his speed to its maximum, his figure so fast that he almost became one with the air.