Chapter 1103 - 1100: Immeasurable Instant-Kill Sword, Bone and Blood Demon Pigeon!

The sunset falls to the west like a bloody sinking sun, submerging into the sand sea, the brilliant afterglow illuminating the sky with a surreal and eerie beauty.

In the western sky, two figures cleave through the twilight clouds, shooting forth with lightning speed, trailing two clear waves of air behind them, vivid and domineering.

From the southeast direction, a band of blood-red light emerges like a river of blood pressing forward, accompanied by continuous rumbling, an imposing presence.

To the north, a black whirlwind sweeps in, within which a faint figure can be seen, moving slightly slower than the others.

Luo Feng glanced swiftly in all directions and urged urgently:

"Head north!"

The figures from the west and southeast emitted auras not inferior to the Blood Eagle Demon General, perhaps even superior.

Only the figure from the north, though also a True Yuan Realm martial artist, had a weaker cultivation judging from the Yuan Qi fluctuations, likely having just entered the True Yuan Realm recently.

Whoosh!

The two said nothing, their figures darting towards the north.

Two Blood Demon Sect disciples attempted to block them, but Luo Feng dispatched them with a punch each, blasting them to smithereens.

As they maneuvered at high speed, thoughts churned within Luo Feng’s mind; four True Yuan Realm warriors appeared simultaneously, which Luo Feng and Yue Haitang were no match for.

The only hope now was to break through from the north, then directly charge out of the Red Flame Desert.

As long as they reached the territory of the Canglang Dynasty, the Blood Demon Sect disciples would undoubtedly hesitate, not daring to act recklessly.

However, currently a trace of True Yuan within him was exhausted, with less than thirty percent of Yuan Qi left; the odds of defeating a True Yuan Realm warrior were no higher than forty percent...

"Only one bold gambit remains..."

Luo Feng took a deep breath, radiating his soul power forward, observing the figure within the black whirlwind, aiming to find a flaw, silently gathering Yuan Qi within.

The two moved exceedingly quickly, and in just a few leaps and bounds, they were within a thousand meters of the black whirlwind.

"Hahahahahaha... Die!"

A wild laugh echoed from the whirlwind; instead of slowing, the black whirlwind accelerated, spinning fiercely, directly charging at Luo Feng and Yue Haitang.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The powerful Qi force stirred up by the whirlwind created a dust storm dozens of meters wide on the ground, blotting out the sky, carrying a ferocious momentum as if it intended to destroy everything ahead.

"Thirty percent liberation!"

Luo Feng’s brow twitched, his eyes shooting out a sharp gaze.

The three True Yuan Realm warriors behind were approaching rapidly. If they couldn’t quickly deal with the figure before them, they’d face attacks from both the front and back, with all four True Yuan Realm warriors assaulting them simultaneously; they and Yue Haitang might not withstand even a moment!

The adversary must be slain within three moves!

Though aware the chances were slim, Luo Feng’s gaze was decisively cold, pushing the remaining Yuan Qi within him to the limit, poised to strike.

"Luo Feng, let me."

Suddenly, Yue Haitang’s crisp voice rang out.

"Hmm?"

As Luo Feng turned his head, he saw Yue Haitang’s figure transforming into a streak of green light, darting forward.

Snap!

As her foot touched the ground, Yue Haitang’s blue robe danced in the wind, her hands clasped around the Sword Heart Heaven Jade before her, eyes slightly closed as if entering a trance.

"Immeasurable Sword Heart, lead the sword into the body!"

An emotionless voice emerged, and in an instant, a gigantic multicolored sword light, dozens of meters long, shot skyward from Yue Haitang’s hands, then blended into her body.

Immediately, an astounding sword aura surged skyward.

"My sword!"

"What’s going on, my sword is out of control!"

Among the Demon Sect disciples far away, many swordsmen found their treasured swords quivering uncontrollably from their sheaths, as if summoned by an invisible force, eager to join Yue Haitang’s surging sword aura.

"Such powerful sword intent!"

Luo Feng, compelled to retreat several steps by Yue Haitang’s overwhelming aura, gazed on in astonishment.

At this moment, Yue Haitang seemed to have fused into a treasured sword; the seemingly slender figure exuded infinite sharpness!

The looming dust storm, faced with him now, appeared insignificant, like a small whirlpool in a great river, not worth mentioning.

Whoosh!

Yue Haitang opened his eyes then; the formerly bright, star-like gaze was now cold, devoid of emotion, icy and fierce, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"This kid, bizarre..."

The Demon General in the sandstorm sensed the unusual Sword Intent emanating from Yue Haitang, and his heart trembled. Instinctively, he pushed his Yuan Qi to the limit. The black whirlwind surged once more, tearing a gulf hundreds of meters wide in the desert.

Yue Haitang’s expression remained impassive. He clasped his right hand’s index and middle fingers together and pointed outwards.

"Immeasurable Instant-Kill Sword!"

Shhh—

The air emitted a clear tearing sound as an incredibly dense sword beam pierced through from Yue Haitang’s fingertips.

This Sword Gang was only the thickness of three fingers and nearly four feet long, yet it contained terrifying piercing power. Its speed was extraordinary. As soon as it appeared, it was already in front of the black whirlwind, aiming to slay the figure within.

"Break for me!"

The Demon General, a skilled expert, was prepared. He struck out with a black whirlwind over ten meters wide to block the sword beam.

Seeing this, a cold glint appeared in Yue Haitang’s eyes. His clasped fingers suddenly parted.

Shush shush...

The sword beam that seemed about to be intercepted by the whirlwind shook violently and vanished in front of the watchful crowd!

Huh!

A surprised exclamation came from the black whirlwind.

The next moment!

Slash!

The air in front of him suddenly twisted slightly, and two sword beams appeared out of nowhere, their sharpness pervasive. The mere aura they emitted shredded the surrounding whirlwind to pieces.

"What!"

A frightened scream rang out, then abruptly ceased. The sword beam flashed, and a large head flew from the black whirlwind, instantly torn to shreds by the intense Qi Force.

"The Immeasurable Instant-Kill Sword, what a terrifying sword technique!"

Luo Feng took a deep breath, having observed everything clearly through his Soul Power perception.

Just now, at the instant the sword beam trembled, it split into two and sped up by nearly tenfold, creating the illusion of vanishing and instantly slaying this True Yuan Realm Demon General-level expert with a single strike.

Poof!

As the sword momentum receded, Yue Haitang’s body swayed, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face pale as paper.

"Haitang!"

Luo Feng reached out to support Yue Haitang. Feeling that he was merely suffering from depleted blood and Qi without any serious issues, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let’s leave here first."

Bam!

Sensing the pressing aura from behind, Luo Feng stomped the ground, executing the Sky Cloud Step, and leapt forward with Yue Haitang.

Shush shush shush...

Moments later, three figures pursued and, seeing the corpse on the ground, wore expressions of deep gloom.

"Black Wind is dead!"

"Those two are just Martial Artists of the Four Spirit Rotations. How did Black Wind fall at their hands?" one person frowned.

They had been too far away just now, and since Yue Haitang struck and ended it all in a flash, they hadn’t seen the specifics clearly.

"He must have been caught off guard."

An ugly old man, staring coldly at the backs of Luo Feng and Yue Haitang, said:

"This time, our Blood Demon Sect sent out thousands of outer sect disciples and ten Demon Generals. If we fail to kill Luo Feng, it will be a humiliating disgrace. All ten of us will become laughingstocks. We must pursue!"

"Indeed, they must not set foot outside the Red Flame Desert!"

Just as the three were about to set off in pursuit of Luo Feng and Yue Haitang, the ugly old man suddenly glanced into the distance, squinting slightly, and said:

"Looks like we don’t need to take action. The Corpse Ghost Taoist is here. Luo Feng killed his disciple, the Blood Poison Demonic General, and he’ll surely want to personally take revenge. If we interfere, it might displease him instead."

Upon hearing this, the other two Demon Generals’ expressions changed, and they looked up to see a massive shadow, as large as dark clouds, sweeping toward them from the north.

"It’s the Bone and Blood Demon Pigeon, indeed the Corpse Ghost Taoist!"

Although reluctantly watching someone else claim the credit, the other two had no choice but to nod silently.

Among the one hundred and eight Blood Demon Generals, they ranked around the ninetieth position, whereas the Corpse Ghost Taoist ranked in the top eighty. Their statuses were like heaven and earth, and their strength worlds apart. If they angered him, he could kill them with a mere flick of a wrist.

The Blood Demon Sect has no rules against internal conflict.

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