Martial Arts Overlord

Boundless desert, the sun dazzling high, the golden sand shimmering brilliantly like a mirror.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three disciples of the Blood Demon Sect in black robes shot through the air like the wind, trailing streaks of light dozens of meters long behind them, fierce and brilliant, leaving sharp whistling sounds long after they passed, their speed surpassing the speed of sound.

"Hehe, we’ve finally found Luo Feng. During the last hunting tournament co-hosted by the Canglang Dynasty, I lost an arm to a Linglong Hall disciple and nearly lost my life. Today, I’ll settle this score properly!"

A one-armed Martial Artist on the left touched his empty left sleeve, his eyes flashing coldly, a cruel expression on his face.

"I’ve heard that in this hunting tournament, Luo Feng ranked fourth on the individual scoreboard. It seems the death of the Blood Poison Demonic General is related to him. This person’s combat strength is extraordinary. We’d better not underestimate him, lest we regret it." One person said.

"Hmph, that’s just a rumor."

The one-armed Martial Artist who spoke first waved his hand dismissively and said, "I was in Dayang City at the time. The Blood Poison Demonic General was killed by the City Lord Yang Dingtian, what does it have to do with Luo Feng? Besides, with Brother Cui here, what waves can he make?"

As he spoke, the one-armed Martial Artist looked at the youth in the center with awe in his eyes.

The youth’s name was Cui Qi, just over twenty years old, much younger than him, yet he was already at the mid-stage of the ninth level in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, a full level higher, with a ten percent chance of becoming one of the 108 Blood Demon Generals in the future!

"Hurry up, Luo Feng has caused significant losses to our Blood Demon Sect, this time we must not let him leave the Red Flame Desert alive."

The youth wore a cold expression, spoke sparingly, but every simple word was filled with killing intent.

"Yes!"

The other two dared not defy the youth’s words, simultaneously quickening their pace.

Hmm?

Not long after, the youth raised his eyebrows and sharply glanced downward.

In the desert, a slender figure in blue clothes was flying forward, close to the sand.

The figure moved extremely fast, no less than them. With each step, layers of afterimages formed behind, making it hard to distinguish real from illusion. Although the speed seemed slow, it was incredibly fast, cutting a huge crack in the desert with the wind force.

"Oh, this qinggong... must be the Mysterious Shadow Step of the Jade Hall, an absolute art only a few elite disciples of the Jade Hall can practice. This person must be a genius disciple of the Jade Hall; judging by the direction, they should be heading to the same place as us!"

In mid-air, the one-armed Martial Artist, looking at the figure, spoke to the young man beside him.

"Since it’s someone from the Twelve Golden Halls of the Canglang Dynasty, just kill them to eliminate future troubles."

The youth remained expressionless, focusing his gaze on the figure, withdrawing his sword to slash downward.

Shiiing!

A sharp aura spread, and a giant Sword Gang over a hundred meters long flashed in the void, instantly slicing the figure on the desert in two, cutting a deep sword mark in the sand, unable to close for a long time.

"Good swordsmanship, Brother Cui!" the middle-aged Martial Artist praised.

The youth said nothing, but his face showed a trace of doubt, his eyes narrowing to take a closer look, his expression suddenly changing.

"That’s not the real body, retreat!"

As he shouted coldly, the youth launched himself forward.

The next moment!

An extremely concentrated sword qi suddenly soared skyward from beneath the trio. The middle-aged Martial Artist, just about to laud the youth, felt a sudden chill in his body as a sword qi passed between his eyes, plunging him into eternal darkness.

Pfft!

Blood spattered, and the body of the middle-aged Martial Artist split in two, the cut smooth and even, as blood rain fell from the sky.

"Ah!"

Frightened, the one-armed Martial Artist let out a cry, standing with the youth wielding the sword, scanning their surroundings anxiously, shouting, "Who is it! A righteous person doesn’t act in the shadows, come out now!"

The young Martial Artist remained silent, his gloomy gaze looking left.

There stood a slender figure.

The figure held a treasured sword, dressed in a light blue tight-fitting outfit, still exuding the sharp aura from wielding the sword technique.

When his gaze moved up, the young Martial Artist was slightly stunned.

From his attire, this person was clearly a man, yet he possessed a countenance so stunning many women would envy, with hair tied back and fluttering gently in the wind. His features were exquisite, with bright eyes like stars, a heroic aura between his slender brows, an ethereal temperament that, even as a man, the youth couldn’t help but be amazed: such a beautiful man existed in the world.

However, the youth did not let the seemingly gentle appearance foster any contempt, but maintained a serious demeanor.

Judging by the Yuan Qi fluctuations, the other’s cultivation was not inferior, also a Martial Artist in the mid-stage of the ninth level in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, having cultivated Jade Hall’s Mysterious Shadow Step, an absolute art, his true strength far from simple.

Shiiiing!

The handsome young man flicked the sword, gazing at the two Blood Demon Sect disciples with cold words:

"A righteous person doesn’t act in the shadows, those words should be mine to say."

The one-armed Martial Artist glanced upward, his eyes flashing with amazement, then exclaimed in shock, "You... you are the ’First Young Master’ Yue Haitang!"

No wonder he was so surprised. In this hunting tournament, two names were widely spread among the Demon Sect disciples, dominating the scene.

One was Luo Feng, and the other was Yue Haitang.

Luo Feng gained fame due to the Demon Sect stronghold map incident, while Yue Haitang was renowned for his astonishing and mysterious battle records.

In the hunting tournament, Yue Haitang single-handedly slew over five thousand Demon Sect disciples, equivalent to massacring an entire Demon Sect stronghold alone.

Even the heartless Demon Sect disciples were alarmed by this record; the name invoked apprehension among many.

"So you’re the ’First Young Master’ Yue Haitang. In that case, you cannot be spared. Today, slaying two young Twelve Golden Hall experts is truly exhilarating!"

The young Martial Artist stared hard at the handsome young man across, his eyes full of cruelty, having heard of Yue Haitang’s shocking records. Yue Haitang ranked among the top three of those he wanted to kill.

Shiiing!

As soon as he finished speaking, the young Martial Artist shook his sword and thrust forward.

In an instant, dazzling, glaring blood-colored sword qi broke through the air, filling it with an intense bloody scent, nauseating. In a flash, the blood-colored sword qi pierced through the handsome young man’s head, dissipating into nothingness.

"Another illusion!"

The young Martial Artist’s face turned grim, his voice tinged with anger.

The Canglang Dynasty’s Jade Hall’s Phantom Mirage Step was a light martial art combining illusion arrays with movement technique, creating confusion during battle. He had heard of it before, but never thought in actual combat this technique would be so troublesome.

Brush!

The handsome young man, indeed Yue Haitang, appeared ten steps away, gazing at the youth, frowning, and asked:

"Two young Twelve Golden Hall experts, who is the other? Is it Luo Feng? Is he really here?"

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