Chapter 258 - 110: Burn! Yaksha Killing Flames

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Under this fierce cry of "Kill", Beizhan’s evil aura skyrocketed, his muscles bulging on both fists, with dark energy surging behind him like a raging flood. The menacing head of a blood-covered fighting lion appeared on his chest. He swiftly raised his arms, issuing a challenge with an indisputable superiority from his lofty position: "I, in the name of a valiant warrior of the Dragon War Empire, challenge you." Those familiar with Beizhan know he thirsts for battle like life itself, especially against formidable opponents. No matter their status or cultivation level, in his eyes, they are all equal, just as he was when he faced the Dragon War Empire’s National Guardian Heavenly General, the Dan Realm expert Long Ao. Seeing Beizhan so intent on battle, Xie San sneered in his heart, commanding the remnants under his lead to watch the developments quietly. And Fa Xiaoyi’s face was gloomy, neither fleeing nor retreating, with no one knowing what exactly was going on in his mind. The Blood Prison Army collectively took a step back, clearing out an open space; nobody knew what the upcoming battle might bring. Lie Rou and the others looked at each other in confusion, unsure of the relationship between the elder that emerged suddenly and Yue Jinghua. Lie Rou couldn’t help but ask Hongling in a low voice: "When did Huahua take a master?" Hongling was at a loss for words, unsure of how to explain where the master behind the young miss came from, yet who could be imitating the old voice so realistically? After the young miss’s escape from prison, where could she be now? "Oh no, big trouble now, Sin Parrot, look at you showing off your strength, Beizhan the lunatic wants to challenge you, no, he wants to challenge the ugly one. Tsk tsk, that’s the Blood Prison Mad Lion, one of the most outstanding among the young generation of the Dark Heavenly Peak. Ugly one, you might as well forget about those from the Jingxin Courtyard and just make your escape with instantaneous movement," thought the Gold Eater Worm as it saw Princess Sha Fei appear, figuring that those from the Jingxin Courtyard would no longer have to worry about their lives. So it turns out that the elderly figure feigning wisdom and posing moments ago was none other than Yue Jinghua speaking through the Sin Nautilus. The Gold Eater Worm had just finished speaking, but then it felt something unusual about itself. Yue Jinghua, who had been sitting cross-legged within Mo Xi’s Sea of Consciousness and communicating with the Sin Parrot through Divine Sense, suddenly opened her eyes upon hearing the commotion. Her heartbeat accelerated, blood rushing like a waterfall in tumult, as if affected by Beizhan’s evil aura. That aura resonated with the shadowy and blocked evil Qi from the Senluo Sea. Kill, battle, no one could stop the uncontrollable urge to slaughter boiling within her. After enduring an entire night and suffering through days of imprisonment, Yue Jinghua’s body had accumulated a massive amount of unvented Evil Qi. At this moment, her aura erupted like a geyser. No one could stop her, not even Beizhan. Outside the Lie Family Mansion, everyone held their breath, waiting for the reclusive elder to reveal himself. A clash of titans was a rare sight to behold. Boom—a blinding flash of white light suddenly erupted from somewhere like a polar star tearing through the dawn’s darkness, startlingly abrupt and astonishing. "!!" Beizhan was the first to feel that murderous intent, such similar Evil Qi, and the star-like Killing Flames. It was Killing Flames! All members of the remnants, including Xie San, were shocked. That was a type of Killing Flames that only a select few elites within the Assassin Alliance could cultivate. Only true assassin warriors who had been baptized in blood could bring forth such pure Killing Flames. Could it be that this elder had a connection with the Assassin Alliance? Xie San grew apprehensive, realizing that if Yue Jinghua had truly become a disciple to this elder, the ensuing pursuit might prove extremely difficult. "Clang--" The Great Sword hanging in mid-air, after being still for most of the night, at this moment, let out a pensive hum like water. The air twisted into ripples, and the Great Sword danced out of thin air, drawing a captivating sword flower before its tip slanted toward the ground. At that moment, although no figure was seen, everyone imagined in their minds with crystal clarity a scene of a master wielding a sword with extraordinary bearing. "..." Qing Pu curled his lips; the world is ignorant, not knowing that someone is just a newbie who had recently learned the swordplay, his swordsmanship only a tiny bit better than that of a butcher. Suddenly, Ao Beizhan lightly tapped his foot, faster than lightning, fiercer than a gale, he turned into a ferocious beast pouncing on its prey. With the momentum of the sword force, he deduced the approximate location of the "old man," his hands unleashing countless shadows of Blood Fists in an instant. The shadows of those fists roared, as if thousands of troops were passing by. Ao Beizhan was fast, but the old man who had been concealing himself and refused to show his face was very slow. Even Lie Rou who does not understand Dark Power could see the old man’s movements clearly. He lifted his sword and pushed it forward in a very ordinary manner; even street performers have more skill in their acts. "Be careful," Lie Rou didn’t know why, but at this moment her heart tightened, the old man who claimed to be her daughter’s master now seemed like one of her own family. "Swish, swish, swish," after the old man’s sword thrust, a shadow appeared beside the sword, which split into two, and two into four. As he slowly pushed his sword forward to counter the punches, astonishingly quickly, he conjured up dozens of sword shadows. In the world filled with all things, there are all phenomena, including true forms and illusions. The Snake Woman Illusion of Shalman is one such illusion. If an illusion becomes reality, it possesses the power just like something that truly exists, and it is rumored that refining a sword to a high level of mastery can create thousands of sword illusions. A sword manifests an illusion, and when one achieves the title of Sword Saint, even a single sword can create countless sword illusions, and a single slash can slay ten thousand soldiers. "Sword illusions!" Qin Gang and the others took a sharp intake of breath; they had anticipated the old man to be strong, but not to such an extent. Once the sword illusions formed, they were as continuous as clouds, blocking all the intentions behind Ao Beizhan’s explosive punches. Instantly, the Great Sword vanished into thin air and appeared behind Ao Beizhan. The sword light, like a white chain, struck down heavily, stirring up sword qi that instantly shattered Ao Beizhan’s Martial Helmet, nearly hitting Ao Beizhan’s spine. "Blood Prison Light, defend," the remnant image of the blood lion on Ao Beizhan’s chest turned even redder, as a red Purgatory Lion Helmet, as if growing from within, instantly enveloped his spine, face, limbs, knees, and other vital areas. Ao Beizhan, battle-hardened, although he was somewhat thrown off by the old man’s unpredictable swordsmanship for a moment, the advantages of a Dark Heavenly Peak expert were fully displayed at this instant. "You vermin, die," Ao Beizhan roared, ready to deliver the final blow and engage in a life-or-death duel with the old man behind him. "Bei Ao, save me," the trembling voice of a woman sounded at this moment, incongruously intruding. Princess Sha Fei’s face paled, only to see that Fa Xiaoyi had already subdued Sha Fei. His expression was sinister, holding an odd, pitch-black hairpin in his hand, aimed straight at Sha Fei’s throat.

Chapter 258 - 110: Burn! Yaksha Killing Flames

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