Maiden Of The Splitting Moon

Despite this sudden shift, the demons did not falter in the slightest. 

"You think poison is enough to deal with us, old hag? Think again."

Chen Shu spat back before a gray mist seeped out of his body. Everyone else followed, vanishing once more into the blurred landscape. 

"More fog? Is that the only thing you can do?!" one of the disciples shouted. 

But their provocation was met with silence as the gray mist encircled them, coming closer and closer. 

"No, this is different from before."

Ling Hun quickly realized that something was amiss but it was too late. They had all breathed it in and the mist then dispersed, revealing Chen Shu alone. 

"Kill him! Those demons think they're above us!" 

The old woman ran forward, swinging her lamp around like a mace before striking him in the head. He fell to the ground instantly, bleeding red on the black grass. The metallic scent of blood drifted into her nose, it was a familiar scent, one that made her eyes narrow in confusion. 

"Wha-" 

Before she could even relax, ten daggers pierced her back as Chen Shu's body turned to mist, revealing another body. 

"Junior Brother..."

Before her, was another disciple, whose head was dented in and bled on the ground. His eyes were still open but the expression on his face was one of confusion. 

"It's an... illusion."

Although she realized it, it was far too late as the daggers were pulled out of her body. But none of her own comrades noticed, they had all inhaled the mist and they were all lost in the illusion. They could not hear nor see what had transpired. 

That is except for Ling Hun, the first disciple, the strongest of them all. 

"You dare trap us in an illusion?! You do not have the power to do succeed against me!" he shouted before bursting out with power. 

Ethereal white light emerged from his being, shaking the ground and pushing all of the demons back. It came like a wave, encompassing everything and dispelling the illusions. 

He looked at the dead disciples with a look of pity. 

"Even after all these years, to think my junior sister would still be so hot-headed. And now, you are dead, having killed one of our own. And for you all, I had hoped that you would retreat. But now that you've killed two of us, then you must die."

His show of might had brought out all of the demons, blue blood came out of their mouths as they looked at him with wariness. 

Among them was Chen Shu, who stood back up, spitting the blood onto the grass. 

"I knew that you'd be a monster but to think you could even break the Hui Clan's Fogged Illusion. It seems that we have to kill you first."

Ling Hun looked at him, his red eyes glimmered and glowed. 

"No, you must all die now."

Two red beams of light shot out, piercing one of the demons through the chest. Then it twisted around, going through four others before stopping. Then it vanished and the five who had been shot all stood still like stone. 

They were not injured, there was no blood or bruising on their body, not even a sign that they had been attacked. Perhaps what was more mortifying was that none of them were breathing. And then, they fell to the ground, lifeless. The light in their eyes was gone. 

Chen Shu looked at their bodies in surprise before glaring at Ling Hun. 

"What did you do to them?"

The disciple looked at him coldly. 

"Are you in any position to ask me, demon?"

He said nothing more and attacked again. His eyes glowed as two beams of red light shot out, chasing after the demons. It twisted and turned like lightning, following the closest victim. 

"Scatter! Leave him to me!"

Shouting out his commands, everyone spread apart before turning into mist. Chen Shu charged forward with his daggers, attacking the unarmed Ling Hun. 

"You can't stop me!" 

The disciple shouted as his power pulsated, bursting out like a wave. Going through it, the Mist King felt a biting pain within him, as if his very soul was injured. That was when he understood. 

"So you attack the soul directly!"

Although he was slowed, the demon pushed forward, thrusting his daggers into his enemy. Ling Hun scoffed at the attempt, grabbing his hands only to be pushed back by the demon. 

Meanwhile, the other demons had gone after the disciples. There were over twenty of the Hui Clan against three, separating them from their senior brother.

And another fierce fight broke out, quickly leading to a stalemate. 

"Kill the humans! Leave none of them alive!"

Wherever the disciples looked, there was a dagger waiting to strike their back. One by one they fell, stabbed in over dozen places and bleeding to death. In the end, it was just Ling Hun, the last remaining disciple but the strongest of them all. 

He was surrounded now, Chen Shu looked at him and mocked the man. 

"You are the last one left. How do you think we are going to kill you?" he asked, " Is there anything else you want to say."

They all watched him, waiting with their daggers at hand. In their eyes, he was all ut finished. But his reaction was different from what they had expected. 

"Dead? All of them. In that case, I can do as I wish!"

His eyes then shined as the mask fell from his face, revealing a mouth that was died completely black. Not even a moment passed before he screamed out, allowing all of his power to show. And then the bodies of his juniors began to glow, fueled by his power. Even the demons killed by him rose up from the ground. 

Ling Hun looked at Chen Shu with a grin. 

"Of course, you were correct. I do in fact attack the soul. After all, I am a master of the Soul Dao and all of these corpses are mine! Ahahahaha!"

Cackling evilly, every demon there couldn't help but take a step back in fear. 

This... something like this was immoral. To use the bodies of the dead, it crossed the lines of basic decency, basic humanity. 

But Ling Hun found no problem in doing so. 

"Now go! Kill them all!" 

With a single command, those under his control sprinted forward. Meanwhile, his eyes continued to shoot out beams of crimson light, piercing those who were not quick enough. 

"No! Aghhh!"

Men and women screamed as the beams penetrated their chest, extinguishing their soul and replacing it with his own power. 

As their numbers dwindled, Chen Shu looked around, watching his own clan members die. Cornered with no way out of this, he had only one choice. 

"You bastard! I'll kill you!"

The Mist King charged forward, leaving trails of ash as he darted forward. Ling Hun watched him with a smug grin before shooting out another beam of light from his eyes. Brandishing his daggers, they began to glow as he lashed out, deflecting the attack. 

"I've got you now!"

Leaping forward, Chen Shu charged his daggers towards Ling Hun's chest only to be stopped by a barrier, made by the disciple's energy. 

"Ahahaha! Did you really think I would be defenseless? Are you so naive?" he asked. 

His hand moved forward, piercing the demon in the chest, grasping his heart. Just like that blood seeped through his chest and his mouth, Chen Shu could feel his life fading away but he still had a smile on his face. 

"I'm not going to let you defile our bodies."

As he spoke these last few words, his body along with the body of his clan members all began to disintegrate into ash. It took only a few seconds before his body and theirs were gone. It left only Ling Hun and his dead juniors. 

There was a sour look on his face before he looking off in another direction. 

"It seems that the other rat had escaped. Considering the direction, they must be human.. Whether or not they report this, I will get to the Idol of Chaos."