Chapter 532 - 237: Young Master Blood Sword

Chapter 532: Chapter 237: Young Master Blood Sword

It was all because of that giant wave...

While it lacked the depth and raw power of a true tidal wave, it wasn’t something just anyone could withstand.

Worse still, the wave was laced with Fist Force. Many were left with broken bones, and some were even beaten to death on the spot.

The helmsman, who happened to be gripping the rudder tightly, had his chest shattered by the Fist Force within the wave.

Another man in black struggled toward the mast, trying to lower the sail. He was so heavily injured that the few short steps became an incredibly arduous journey.

Seeing this, Jin Yuheng could spare no thought for anything else. He leaped, his longsword instantly unsheathed.

A streak of blood-red light flashed, and the sail immediately fell. ℴℴ𝘮

He rushed to the mast, grabbed the ropes, and tried to change the sail’s direction.

But how could one person control such a large ship?

Just as he was feeling completely overwhelmed, a sudden gust of wind swept across the sea...

He looked in the direction of the wind and saw a massive water dragon, streaking through the air with unstoppable momentum.

A small boat that had been lucky enough to survive the initial wave was struck by the water dragon and shattered in an instant.

Jin Yuheng could even see the panicked people on the boat as it broke apart, and the despair in their eyes.

"You are... Jin Yuheng?"

A clear voice suddenly came from behind him.

Jin Yuheng’s stiff neck turned slowly.

He looked at the figure standing on the ship’s gunwale...

It was that young man... dressed in practical green robes. Aside from his handsome face, everything else about him looked completely ordinary.

"Who... Who are you?"

When Jin Yuheng spoke, the hoarseness of his own voice startled him.

The newcomer didn’t answer. His figure flickered and vanished from the gunwale.

Jin Yuheng was a veteran of many battles, his combat experience vast.

Without a second thought, he spun his longsword. A blood-red glint traveled up the blade, instantly dyeing the entire weapon crimson.

But that wasn’t all...

Facing this expert of unknown identity, Jin Yuheng didn’t dare to be the least bit careless.

RIP! RIP! RIP! The sound of tearing silk echoed as the black gloves on his hands completely disintegrated in an instant.

His palms, which looked as if they were carved from blood jade, began to fade at an incredible speed.

Streaks of blood-red light traveled from his wrists and spread throughout his body.

The Blood Shadow Seven Extremes Sword was a Demon Technique.

Not only was the cultivation Technique itself exceptionally cruel and vicious, but it was also brutal to the practitioner.

He had to consume fresh blood every day. If he missed a single day, he would inevitably succumb to madness.

While the blood he consumed could raise his Cultivation, only a tiny fraction was used. The rest could neither be discarded nor absorbed; it could only be sealed within his palms.

If he allowed this blood to circulate through his body, he would instantly descend into a mindless frenzy.

He would become a demon thirsting for blood!

At any other time, he would never have taken this step.

But facing this unfathomable opponent—one who had already made him feel endless despair before they had even truly clashed—he had no choice but to break the seals on his acupoints and let the blood flood his body.

’Even if it drives me mad, I refuse to die without a sound!’

As the red streams of light spread across his body, the blood-red color already coating the sword grew even deeper, almost demonic!

With a flick of his wrist, the sword cast seven afterimages.

Seven sword strikes, coming from different angles, instantly filled the area, sealing off every possible opening and weakness.

Not only that, the most terrifying aspect of the Blood Shadow Seven Extremes Sword was that each strike possessed a horrifying blood-draining ability.

Anyone caught within its range, even if untouched by the Sword Qi, would feel their own lifeblood churn and erupt from their body!

But just then, a dull THUD echoed in his ears.

It jolted Jin Yuheng, whose mind had been on the verge of slipping into a daze, back to a sliver of clarity.

Then he heard a cracking sound.

The sword strikes were shattering. His sword was shattering.

Even his very hands were cracking apart!

His pupils contracted violently. He instinctively tried to retreat, but a hand suddenly shot out from within the boundless crimson light.

In an instant, his world went black...

He wasn’t dead, but his entire face was now covered by that hand.

BOOM!

A tremendous roar resounded between heaven and earth.

A spiderweb of cracks spread across the deck.

Jin Yuheng managed to look around and found himself embedded in the deck planks.

He glanced up and saw a massive fist descending from the sky.

It looked like he was about to be beaten to death by this single punch.

The fist suddenly changed its trajectory, tapping several major acupoints on his chest.

Then, the man looked at him as if observing some strange curiosity.

"Blood Shadow Seven Extremes Sword, huh? This isn’t anything special...

"It’s certainly flashy, though.

"It’s just that the power... is a complete disaster."

’In that moment, Jin Yuheng wished the Blood Shadow Seven Extremes Sword had completely scrambled his brains. At least then he wouldn’t have to understand the mockery in the man’s voice.’

But his mind was clear—growing clearer by the second—and so his rage was all the more uncontrollable.

"A warrior can be killed... but not humiliated!"

Fang Shuwen scoffed.

"What kind of ’warrior’ are you?

"You’re either a lamb for the slaughter.

"Or... you’re just a practitioner of the Demon Dao with blood-soaked hands.

"Don’t flatter yourself."

As he spoke, he grabbed Jin Yuheng by the shoulder and tossed him away.

"Catch."

"Huh?"

’Daoist Wuyi froze. Catch? Catch what?’

He looked up and saw Young Master Blood Sword flying toward him with a ferocious expression. The old Daoist scurried left and right across the deck, trying to position himself for what felt like an eternity.

In the end, with a loud THUD, Jin Yuheng planted face-first into the deck. A pained voice, sounding as if he wished he could just suffocate right there against the planks, struggled out:

"Wuyi... you damn... Was that... on purpose...?"