Chapter 155 - Styx River Guiding Art

Two of the golden flame swords grazed past his ribs, tearing through his robes and charring the pale flesh beneath. The third flame sword plunged straight into his left shoulder, piercing through the Quasi Saint-grade body!

"Aaargh!"

Chen Wuhen let out a scream of pure agony.

Foul grey smoke rose from the wounds. The Pure Yang Origin Flame burned with solar fury, sizzling through the Nine-Turn Fiend Blood and scorching the cold demonic energy within. Dark filaments tried to knit the wound together, but the golden flames instantly incinerated them.

Chen Wuhen tumbled ten paces backward through the sky, clutching his smoking shoulder in disbelief.

"My vessel... you dared to wound this ancestor’s vessel?!"

The arrogant sneer on Chen Wuhen’s face completely vanished. To keep the extremely difficult possession art stable, Demonic Ancestor Mo had always allowed the possessed vessel’s natural instincts to lead its behavior. But this strike ended that.

Black demonic glyphs crawled across his neck and temples, forcibly overwriting Chen Wuhen’s instincts. The sword genius of the old era vanished as the eyes of Demonic Ancestor Mo locked onto Su Ming.

He was no longer playing with his prey.

"Courting death!"

He stopped holding back as he reached for the ancient Nether-Jade Gourd in his storage ring.

Crack!

An ancient aura exploded from the gourd.

A stream of jade-yellow water gushed out, hissing as it coiled around the Blood Moon Sabre like a living serpent under the control of the Styx River Guiding Art.

The moment the River Styx Primordial Water wrapped around the blade, the atmosphere across the entire valley shifted. The air turned bone-chilling as the surrounding mist froze into eerie stillness under the shadow of the Yellow Springs.

Demonic Ancestor Mo raised the dripping blade, his voice trembling with demonic wrath.

"Let’s see if your little sun can burn my Yellow Springs!"

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The words had barely left Demonic Ancestor Mo’s lips when he unleashed the spell.

"Styx River Guiding Art: Nine Underworld Tide!"

A few drops of jade-yellow water expanded across the sky under his technique into a massive tide. The extreme Yin water carried the power of the River Styx. The moment it spread outward, the surrounding spiritual Qi collapsed. The air froze into tomb-like silence, as if death had washed over the very atmosphere.

Su Ming tried to adjust his footing on the sky. But before he could stabilize his stance, Demonic Ancestor Mo blurred into a crimson streak, his blade cleaving downward.

"Styx River Guiding Art: Underworld Tide Severance!"

The Blood Moon Sabre cleaved downward. A wave of jade-yellow water tore through the sky, slicing the clouds apart.

Su Ming slashed the Dragon Emperor Sword upward. The golden arc of sword flames met the yellow slash in mid-air.

Sizzle!

The golden flames did not explode. The moment they touched the yellow water, the flames dispersed into colourless mist. The strike carried the ancient power of the River Styx, purifying energy back into its purest formless essence.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes. He kicked off the wind, vanishing into the void with a soft spatial ripple.

"Naive!"

Demonic Ancestor Mo did not turn his head. His spiritual sense was already locked onto the nearby spatial ripples.

"Styx River Guiding Art: Underworld Tide Severance!"

Demonic Ancestor Mo slashed the empty air twenty paces to his left.

Spatial layers rippled as Su Ming tumbled out of the void just as the jade-yellow wave came down. He raised the Crimson Heaven Sword to parry, deflecting the attack by a hair’s breadth.

A splash of yellow water landed on Su Ming’s sleeve.

The fabric dissolved instantly. The water touched his skin, hissing with foul grey smoke. A piercing chill surged toward his heart, trying to corrode his body.

’The River Styx Water...’ Su Ming gritted his teeth.

In the ancient texts, it was said that this water flowed through the Netherworld, purifying souls of their memories and stripping away any cultivation.

His Primordial Sovereign Body cultivation surged. The Extreme Yang energy within his flesh flared into scorching heat, incinerating the water before it could progress further.

Even so, his skin turned ashen grey where the water had landed.

"You cannot escape death!" Demonic Ancestor Mo sneered.

Demonic Ancestor Mo flicked his left fingers. "River Styx Spirit-Binding Chains!"

The yellow water in the sky condensed into thick chains. They shot forward from four directions, wrapping around the empty air to seal Su Ming’s escape paths.

Demonic Ancestor Mo raised his sabre high above his head. The nine blood shadows behind him merged into one, pushing his demonic cultivation to its peak.

"Nine Shadows Blood Moon Severance!"

Nine blood slashes overlapped in the sky, crashing down like a falling mountain.

Su Ming had no room to dodge. He brought up the Crimson Heaven Sword and the Dragon Emperor Sword before his chest, pouring all his power and sword will into his swords to protect himself.

Clang!

The impact shook the entire valley.

Demonic Ancestor Mo slammed the Saint-grade sabre downward with immense weight. The yellow water poured over the steel, dissolving the protective layers of Qi.

Crack!

The Crimson Heaven Sword creaked under the immense strain. It could not endure the combined force of the Saint-grade sabre and the corrosive River Styx water at the same time.

With a distinctive snap, the crimson blade shattered into two pieces.

The remaining force crashed into the Dragon Emperor Sword. The dark blade held, but a hairline crack appeared across the middle of the sword.

The impact blasted Su Ming downward. He fell through the sky, his chest burning as blood rose in his throat.

’Crimson Heaven...’ Su Ming felt a dull ache in his chest.

He tightened his grip on the Dragon Emperor Sword. Golden flames and pure Yin-Yang Origin Law surged along the fractured steel, wrapping the blade in a protective layer of light, reinforcing it as best he could.

Demonic Ancestor Mo descended like a hawk.

"Good sword! But how many strikes can that broken toy take?"

Demonic Ancestor Mo unleashed a barrage of slashes. Each slash brought waves of the yellow water crashing against Su Ming’s defenses.