Martial Arts Overlord

Upon hearing the young martial artist mention Luo Feng, a hint of worry crossed Yue Haitang’s otherwise calm demeanor.

He was training near the Red Flame Desert and had coincidentally heard rumors a few days ago about Luo Feng being in the Red Dragon Mountain Range. Initially, he thought it was mere gossip and paid it no mind.

Over the past few days, he heard news of a large number of Demon Sect disciples appearing in the Red Flame Desert in search of Luo Feng. This confirmed for him that there was indeed truth to the rumor, prompting him to come directly to offer assistance to Luo Feng.

Earlier, he saw a blood-red light appear in the sky, recognizing it as the Blood Condensation Thunderbolt Bullet of the Blood Demon Sect. He intended to investigate the situation, but before he could get far, someone blocked his path.

"If you want to know about Luo Feng’s whereabouts, you’ll have to ask my sword first!"

The young martial artist raised his eyebrows and smiled sinisterly. His pupils suddenly turned a bizarre blood-red. As he slashed with his sword, a fierce crimson sword qi erupted from his three-foot-long treasured sword, stretching for tens of meters. Blood qi swirled around it, as if countless ghost shadows were twisting and struggling, incredibly eerie.

Yue Haitang’s face turned icy, "In that case, let me ask you with my sword!"

Swish!

Gripping his sword with both hands, Yue Haitang held it vertically against his brow. His eyes, as they peered through the blade, became extraordinarily bright, exuding an infinite, astonishing sharpness. The crimson sword qi seemed on the verge of collapse under this imposing presence.

His blue garments billowed fiercely in the wind. Without any visible movement, layers upon layers of sword shadows separated from his treasured sword, and in an instant, a thousand sword qi appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire space and surging out like a giant wave of sword qi, beginning an endless onslaught.

Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick...

The air was instantly shattered into pieces, and the crimson sword qi, upon entering the range of sword qi, was like mud cows sinking into the sea, unable to advance, ultimately ground away and vanishing without a trace.

The sword qi wave did not diminish in momentum, sweeping towards the young martial artist with unrelenting ferocity.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this!"

Nearby, the middle-aged martial artist was shocked by the terrifying sword stance emanating from Yue Haitang.

In the face of this sword stance, he felt like a lone boat on a raging sea, stripped even of the courage to strike back. The oppressive sense of an impending storm could nearly drive one to collapse.

"This isn’t Jade Hall swordsmanship!"

The young man’s face turned grim, and the urge to kill Yue Haitang intensified.

The opponent, despite being younger, possessed such formidable ability. In a few more years, he might not even be able to block a single move from him.

Thus, if he wanted to kill this man, now was the last chance!

With deep-seated killing intent in his eyes, the young man’s expression turned vicious, a sinister look crossing his face. His left index finger emitted a sharp qi force, and without hesitation, he sliced a large bloody gash on his right hand.

Puff!

Blood spurted out, but strangely, it did not fall; instead, it seemed to blend into the young man’s Yuan Qi as if bearing a spiritual quality.

Buzz!

Instantly, the crimson glow surrounding the young martial artist intensified, appearing unbelievably viscous and vividly red, as if enveloped by a substantial layer of blood mist, the air thick with dread.

"Break it for me!"

Having merged his essence blood, the young man’s gaze turned thoroughly blood-red, his momentum surging as he swung his treasured sword forcefully.

Screech!

The immensely concentrated crimson sword qi expanded with the wind, growing to an enormous size of a hundred meters in the blink of an eye, resembling a massive blood-red crescent moon that sliced through layers of sword qi with unstoppable force.

"Senior Brother Cui actually used the Blood Condensation Technique. Is this person’s power that terrifying?"

The one-armed martial artist looked horrified.

The young man was already a standout among middle stage Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artists. After using the Blood Condensation Technique, his essence blood would boost his power by thirty percent. Although his true strength might not match a late-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist, it was not far off.

However, this secret technique had severe side effects; replenishing the spent essence blood was not a matter of one or two days but required gradual recovery. Thus, it was only used at the brink of a life-and-death situation.

The fact that he resorted to the Blood Condensation Technique right at the start took the one-armed martial artist by surprise.

Swish!

Yue Haitang did not take on the crimson sword qi directly. Instead, his figure flickered, leaving behind layers of illusions, sidestepping the range of the sword qi.

Seeing the blood-mist-shrouded young martial artist, he frowned slightly.

The Blood Condensation Thunderbolt Bullet from earlier troubled him a lot; he didn’t want to waste much time here.

Just then, his vision was once again engulfed by a red glow.

"Die!"

The young martial artist, seizing the upper hand, charged with unstoppable sword light straight towards him.

Yue Haitang pursed his lips slightly. He could see that his opponent’s strength was not ordinary. Without resorting to such a bizarre martial art, he was confident of a swift victory, but now it wasn’t possible. He had to continue stalling until the opponent’s essence blood was depleted.

But doing so would require quite a bit of time.

"Might as well use this."

Determination flashed in his eyes, and a jade pendant suddenly appeared in Yue Haitang’s left hand.

The jade pendant was crystal clear, with a sword-shaped recess in the center emitting a Seven-Colored Mysterious Light and an intense sharp aura; it was precisely the Sword Heart Heaven Jade he previously entrusted to Luo Feng for safekeeping.

Buzz!

As the Sword Heart Heaven Jade appeared, Yue Haitang’s entire aura shifted, his garments fluttering wildly, and his bright eyes gleamed with brilliance. The air in front was fragmented and twisted by an invisible force.

Simultaneously, sword-shaped phantoms flickered in and out around him, a striking sharpness soaring skyward, causing sand and dust on the ground to swirl into a vortex that connected to him, adding a touch of majesty.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...

His gaze focused, Yue Haitang’s treasured sword gave a light tremor.

Instantly, countless enormous swords shot out like a storm, carrying an unstoppable force. Each sword qi was meticulously refined, its incredible intent realm shocking both the one-armed martial artist and the young martial artist, instilling fear in their hearts and suppressing their minds under these sword lights.

"Sword Intent!"

The young man’s eyes widened, his dark pupils reflecting countless cold lights, rapidly expanding.

Puff, puff, puff, puff...

The air was pierced through, and everything in this space was shattered into pieces, including the crimson sword gang wielded by the young martial artist and his own body.

Only a shower of blood in the sky remained, proving that the blue-clad martial artist had indeed existed.

The one-armed martial artist stood dumbfounded.

Just moments ago, the young martial artist firmly suppressed Yue Haitang, and all of a sudden, he was cut down with one strike, leaving not even a bone!

This sudden shift made him suspect he was hallucinating, yet the fresh scent of blood in the air was all too real...

Hoo...

Yue Haitang exhaled lightly, his face a bit pale. He glanced at the Sword Heart Heaven Jade in his hand and muttered to himself:

"The sword intent of another is ultimately external..."

Shaking his head, Yue Haitang put away the Sword Heart Heaven Jade and turned his gaze to the one-armed martial artist, asking:

"What’s with that Blood Condensation Thunderbolt Bullet?"

When Yue Haitang’s gaze swept over him, beads of cold sweat appeared on the one-armed martial artist’s forehead. He wanted to flee, but recalling the young martial artist’s tragic end, he dared not, and swallowed nervously before replying:

"That was the signal for discovering Luo Feng. It seems someone has indeed found Luo Feng’s whereabouts. We were just about to investigate."

"He’s really here..."

Upon hearing this, a light shone in Yue Haitang’s eyes. He looked up at the distance where the blood glow was gradually receding, and involuntarily gripped his sword tightly.

"Yue Haitang, I know you are powerful, but if you intend to rescue Luo Feng, I advise you to give up on the idea. Our Blood Demon Sect has deployed thousands of Spirit Rotation Realm disciples to hunt Luo Feng this time, along with ten Demon General-level experts holding fort. Among them, the Corpse Ghost Taoist’s cultivation is nearly reaching the Yuan Sea Realm. Let’s say you and the Canglang Dynasty’s top ten young dragons all come together, you’d still be wiped out with one strike..."

In a bid to gain a chance at survival, the one-armed martial artist spoke without reservation, but before he could finish, he looked up, only to find the space before him empty, with no trace of Yue Haitang’s presence.

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