354: Zhang Mo Shaoyan's death

Mo Shaoyan hastily swung his sword to parry, the two weapons clashed, sparks flew, accompanied by a deafening roar.

Rings of energy waves spread outwards from the two of them, and the massive auction house disintegrated under the impact of this force, with rubble and dust obscuring the sky.

Fortunately, Chief Zhou Rong had already left with his people, because before the fight began, Zhu Jianhua had already transmitted a message to him, telling him to lead his people to break out, as his clone was rapidly approaching from outside.

In the sky, Mo Shaoyan no longer had the mind to pay attention to the situation below.

Now, he only felt a scorching power invading his body through the sword, causing his internal blood and Qi to churn, almost uncontrollably gushing out to be absorbed by the opponent.

He was secretly shocked, the strength of the guy in front of him far exceeded his estimation.

Moreover, he now saw the true appearance of the large saber; it was actually completely condensed from the power of blood and Qi.

Even more bizarre was that this blood and Qi saber seemed capable of devouring everything; not only could it draw out his internal blood and Qi, but even his Sword Intent was slightly dissolved the moment it made contact.

"Who exactly are you?"

Mo Shaoyan gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse with anger and pain.

Zhu Jianhua's lips curved into a cold smile. He didn't answer directly but kept swinging his saber to attack, giving Mo Shaoyan no time to catch his breath.

"I am merely a beast of vengeance that crawled out of Hell, and also one who seeks to sweep away all evil!"

Zhu Jianhua's voice echoed in Mo Shaoyan's ears. Each word was accompanied by a fierce attack, leaving Mo Shaoyan unable to defend himself.

"At least let my wife and children not be harmed by this filthy world in their next life!"

He didn't say this sentence aloud, but engraved it in his heart!

"Playing the god and ghost!"

Mo Shaoyan cursed in a low voice, pondering inwardly. He knew deeply that if he didn't take action soon, following the current situation's development, only defeat and demise awaited him.

Thinking of this, Mo Shaoyan no longer hesitated and shouted loudly, "Twin Swords Soaring Through the Heavens!"

As this roar sounded, the spiritual energy around him surged rapidly like turbulent waves.

And the Sword Intent on the long sword in his hand also suddenly surged. For a time, Sword Qi crisscrossed, and whistling sounds echoed all around.

Clearly, Mo Shaoyan had gone all out, attempting to reverse the situation and turn defeat into victory with this Move.

However, facing Mo Shaoyan's fierce strike, Zhu Jianhua's expression didn't change. His lips even slightly curved into a barely noticeable cold smile.

His purple eyes flickered with light, having already fully seen through Mo Shaoyan's thoughts and Moves, and had prepared a countermeasure in advance.

Just as Mo Shaoyan's attack was about to arrive, Zhu Jianhua's figure suddenly flashed, darting to the side like a ghost, easily avoiding this seemingly fatal blow.

Not only that, but Zhu Jianhua took advantage of the moment when Mo Shaoyan's old strength was exhausted and new strength hadn't yet emerged. He swung his long saber backhand. Amidst the flashing saber light, the sharp blade directly cut across Mo Shaoyan's left arm.

In an instant, a deep wound appeared on Mo Shaoyan's arm, and bright red blood immediately gushed out like a fountain.

Mo Shaoyan's face instantly became extremely grim, because the moment he was injured, he sensed something was wrong.

In the past, injuries of this degree were just a minor issue for him; they could be quickly healed with just a bit of spiritual energy.

But at this moment, no matter how he mobilized the spiritual energy within his body, the flesh and blood at the wound showed no reaction, as if suppressed by a mysterious and unfathomable force, making it impossible for the wound to recover in a short time.

At the same time, Mo Shaoyan was horrified to realize that the blood and Qi in his body seemed to be pulled towards the blood saber.

This unprecedented situation caused a wave of panic in his heart, but soon, the panic was replaced by endless madness and unwillingness.

"Kill!"

Mo Shaoyan's eyes were bloodshot. He charged towards Zhu Jianhua again like a madman. Although his Aura was not as sharp and unparalleled as before, the killing intent contained within was even denser and stronger.

He swung his sword again. This time, the sword tip was aimed directly at Zhu Jianhua's vital points, clearly showing he was disregarding everything.

However, there was no fluctuation in Zhu Jianhua's eyes, as if he was indifferent to Mo Shaoyan's pointless struggle.

"Let's end this."

He whispered, and then the power of blood and Qi in his body boiled. His figure accelerated again, piercing through Mo Shaoyan's defense line like lightning.

The large saber in his hand, moreover, stabbed precisely towards his chest at an unbelievable angle.

In this strike, Zhu Jianhua condensed the blood and Qi of his entire body. The sharpness carried by the saber tip seemed to be able to tear through space, aiming directly for Mo Shaoyan's heart meridian.

Seeing this, a trace of despair flashed in Mo Shaoyan's eyes, but he was, after all, a genius who had experienced countless battles.

At the critical moment of life and death, his internal potential erupted, and he actually twisted his body, taking the blow with his back, avoiding the fatal vital point.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Mo Shaoyan was sent flying by the immense force and fell heavily to the ground. Amidst the flying dust, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood with difficulty, his face as pale as paper.

The blood saber was deeply embedded in his spine. The runes on the saber seemed to be devouring his vitality, causing his injury to continuously worsen.

Zhu Jianhua flashed and appeared before Mo Shaoyan, his gaze cold. He didn't rush to attack but quietly watched the other party, his gaze like that of someone looking at a dead person.

"You... who exactly are you, or rather... are you a Foreign Race?"

At this moment, Mo Shaoyan only felt a wave of weakness. The last bit of strength he had was also being absorbed by the blood saber in his chest. Even self-detonation was impossible for him now.

"Don't waste your effort. Aren't you just trying to stall for time?"

Zhu Jianhua directly saw through Mo Shaoyan's little scheme. "Besides, I won't kill you. After all, the Ten Stars Commerce Guild is in the Inner Four Districts, and it's not convenient for us Blood Disciples to act. Handing your Divine Soul over to them saves me the trouble of doing it myself."

These words caused Mo Shaoyan's pupils to contract, followed by a surge of fear in his heart. His body seemed to be trembling because of it.

"You, you can't?"

He wanted to destroy his Divine Soul, but the next moment, a purple light flashed in Zhu Jianhua's eyes. Mo Shaoyan, whose psychological defenses had already collapsed, naturally couldn't resist and fell into an illusion.

Suddenly, a black figure streaked across the sky and arrived before him. This was precisely Zhu Jianhua's clone.

"They have already evacuated. A team from Yumen Pass is rapidly approaching from a distance and should arrive in less than half an hour."

Just then, a cold voice mixed with surprise sounded in their ears.

"Lord of Flesh, didn't you die? How are you here?"