Nightmare Apostle

Yang Xiao had encountered Ghost Hitting the Wall more than once. He had tried retreating into the mist and staying still, but it didn’t work, because even if he didn’t move, that hillock would come to him.

The last time, Yang Xiao paused in his tracks, and the hillock fully revealed itself.

The hillock wasn’t large, only a few meters high, just like the one in his dream.

"Give it back... Give me my body back... Give my body back!!"

The next moment, a gust of yin wind attacked from behind. Yang Xiao instinctively rolled on the ground, barely avoiding the attack.

As he turned his head, it was the monster from his dream. The monster was enveloped in blood mist and was staring intently at him, showing an extremely old ghost face covered with wrinkles.

"Give it back, give my body back!!" The monster roared as it lunged forward.

This creature moved extremely fast in this blood mist. Yang Xiao knew he couldn’t outrun it, so he gritted his teeth and decided to fight it.

After all, they had fought in his dream. This guy looked scary, but when fighting, it wasn’t much—a brute relying solely on sheer force, while Yang Xiao now had top-notch skills.

But the harsh reality shattered his ideal. Although this monster appeared to be fighting chaotically, upon closer observation, it was evident that its martial arts foundation was solid, and it couldn’t be killed or even hurt.

After several exchanges, Yang Xiao didn’t gain the slightest advantage; instead, he ended up battered and bruised.

And the monster seemed angered by Yang Xiao, no longer attacking blindly but keeping a tight watch on him, raising its leg and stamping hard on the ground.

As the foot fell, the previously flat ground under Yang Xiao’s feet suddenly surged like waves, rising and falling endlessly.

At this moment, fighting aside, Yang Xiao couldn’t even stand steadily, whereas the monster walked unaffected atop the waves, as if on stable ground.

This scene delivered an unprecedented shock to Yang Xiao. He couldn’t use a magic artifact here, but this creature could; those boots it’s wearing held a great secret!

In just a few dozen seconds, Yang Xiao became exhausted from the surging waves, and a strong dizziness overcame him. Several times he almost toppled over.

This time, the monster lunged, easily pinning Yang Xiao down under it.

The aged face desperately approached Yang Xiao’s, seemingly aiming to infiltrate his body through his seven orifices.

"Body... Give me back my body!!"

The two blood mist-condensed hands clamped around Yang Xiao’s throat like iron pincers as the monster furiously roared.

At the critical moment, Yang Xiao suddenly summoned a force from somewhere, tearing off the monster’s skin from its face, then kicked it off him.

The monster rolled down the hillock, and the surrounding blood mist without a face dissipated considerably, allowing the dazed Yang Xiao to barely discern the creature.

The creature was covered in blood mist, which continued to churn like a dense tangle of snakes, and its only solid parts were its face and... those legs.

"Legs!!"

It was as if Yang Xiao’s mind exploded. Wasn’t Second Demon Uncle sending him to find a pair of legs?

The monster wore a pair of boots, though tattered and old, with faint remnants of a celestial crane patch and cloud patterns visible.

This seemed like an artifact of the Taoist sect, combined with this monster’s martial skills and its cries for its body back, a bold, even terrifying speculation suddenly emerged in Yang Xiao’s mind.

In just the moment of distraction, the familiar sensation of weightlessness assaulted him again. The monster pounced on Yang Xiao, its two hands pressing tightly against his throat, this time with deadly intent.

Yang Xiao felt like his eyes were going to burst out, the thing called life force was slowly being siphoned away.

Just as he was about to pass out, a sudden bell sound rang in his ears, resonant and profound, pulling Yang Xiao instantly from the brink of death.

When Yang Xiao regained his senses, the blood mist and monster disappeared; he was lying on the cold cement floor, and Senior Brother Qingfeng was looking at him with urgency.

Seeing Yang Xiao awake, Daoist Qingfeng sighed in relief, "Junior Brother, that was so close. If it weren’t for Master’s intervention, you... you would have strangled yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao realized the burning pain at his throat, along with the feeling that several fingers were close to breaking.

He wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse, almost unable to utter a sound.

"Xiao’er, you were just possessed. What on earth did you see in the Wordless Heavenly Scripture?" came the ethereal voice of Second Demon Uncle from behind heavy curtains, carrying an inscrutable tone.

As his mind cleared, memories surged forth; panic filled Yang Xiao’s heart because he had inadvertently glimpsed an enormous secret.

The Second Demon Uncle before him was likely fake, while the real Second Demon Uncle was still trapped in that barren and bleak Blood Fog World.

Yang Xiao had always wondered why, when the Sword Lord had already cut off Second Demon Uncle’s legs, he didn’t take the opportunity to kill him and instead let him live.

Given that Second Demon Uncle was once a notorious demon in the martial world with countless blood debts, the Sword Lord had no reason to spare him.

Now Yang Xiao had the answer: it wasn’t that the Sword Lord didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t.

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