151: Chapter 151 Brother Chen, Feiyu is going to die!

In front of the dungeon door, the dust gradually dissipated.

Zhang Qing knelt on one knee, and with a "poof," he violently spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

His already ordinary complexion was now as deathly pale as a corpse's.

But he slowly stood up, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Murong Yun with eyes filled with undisguised, chilling killing intent.

"I was wondering, since a dragnet was clearly laid out in Shi Village, how such an accident could still occur..."

Zhang Qing's voice was hoarse: "So it's a brat from the Murong Family causing trouble!"

He stared fixedly at Murong Yun, sneering repeatedly:

"That old scoundrel Murong Tian really dotes on his son, actually sealing one of his proudest Axe Intents within a jade pendant!

Fortunately, I was cautious and left a wisp of my Divine Soul here to oversee things.

Otherwise, this sacrifice plan that I've plotted for so long might have actually been ruined by a junior like you!"

Hearing this, Murong Yun, who was slumped on the ground, turned ashen.

It was over; there was no hope left.

His own father, Murong Tian, was a peerless powerhouse ranked ninth on the immortal stele heaven rank!

The single Axe Intent in this jade pendant possessed the power of one of his father's strikes.

Forget the Life Fire Realm; even if someone from the Tongxuan Realm above it, who had grasped the mysteries of heaven and earth, came...

They would still end up being taken out by a single axe strike!

This guy named Zhang Qing actually took it head-on, and from his tone, this was only a damn wisp of a Divine Soul?

Where was the immortal stele? Wasn't it supposed to be the world's number one Immortal Artifact?

With such terrifying fluctuations of power, was the immortal stele asleep? Why wasn't it doing anything about this?

Murong Yun felt that this time, he was probably going to die.

Zhang Qing didn't waste any more words on him.

"Swish!"

His figure flickered strangely, and in the next second, he appeared before Murong Yun like a ghost!

He slowly raised his right hand and, seemingly weightlessly, struck directly down toward the crown of Murong Yun's head.

To Murong Yun, this palm strike was clearly surprisingly slow, its trajectory plainly visible.

But he discovered in horror that the space around him seemed completely locked down; he couldn't even move a finger!

He could only watch helplessly, like a puppet, as that blood-red palm drew closer and closer to his head.

"Am I going to die..."

Murong Yun gave a bitter laugh, his eyes filled with the fear of facing death.

At the critical moment!

"Clang—!"

An extremely crisp and loud sound of a blade being unsheathed suddenly tore through the night!

Immediately following was a dazzling, seemingly solid, snow-white blade light.

Like lightning streaking across the night sky, carrying an indomitable resolve, it slashed fiercely toward Zhang Qing's descending palm!

Zhang Qing's expression underwent a drastic change for the second time tonight!

"Four Seas Academy's... Flying Flowers Chasing the Moon?"

Feeling the sharp intensity contained within that blade light, Zhang Qing was forced to twist his wrist.

The palm strike originally aimed at Murong Yun's head stiffly changed direction mid-air and slammed hard against the snow-white blade light!

"Bang!"

The two collided, producing the sound of clashing metal!

The blade light was instantly shattered!

The exploding violent energy and fine Saber Qi swept out like a storm, violently blowing away the nearest person, Murong Yun!

"Pfft!"

Murong Yun spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and slammed heavily onto the ground over ten meters away like a tattered sack. He didn't know how many bones he had broken, and he was completely incapacitated by his heavy injuries.

But his life was, at least, saved.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qing's current state wasn't much better.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

He stumbled back several steps uncontrollably; with every step, the stone slab beneath his feet exploded into a deep pit.

By the time he steadied himself, streaks of glaring blood were slowly trickling down from his facial features!

"Damn it!"

Zhang Qing cursed inwardly.

This Physical Body was originally just an ordinary shell, and having just forcibly taken Murong Tian's world-splitting Axe Intent...

...it had already severely overdrawn its life force and was on the verge of collapse.

Now, having hastily taken this sharp blade strike, things were even worse; his internal organs were nearly displaced!

Enduring the churning pain within him, he snapped his head around and looked coldly toward the direction the blade light had come from.

At the base of the wall by the dungeon door...

...the girl who had been leaning against the wall unconscious had stood up at some point.

Jiang Feiyu's current condition was extremely wretched.

Her once rosy lips were bloodless, and black blood continued to seep from the corners of her mouth.

Her hands tightly gripped a long blade, its tip pressed against the ground to support her swaying body.

Her beautiful eyes were now filled with a deathly resolve like that of a lone wolf, staring fixedly at Zhang Qing!

"I didn't expect the disciple of that salted-fish-like Palace Master of Four Seas Academy to be here as well."

Zhang Qing narrowed his eyes: "This strike has actually touched the threshold of Saber Intent.

Four Seas Academy really is like a centipede that dies but never stops wiggling."

However, Zhang Qing did not take her seriously.

His sharp eyes saw through Jiang Feiyu's facade of strength at a single glance.

Given Jiang Feiyu's current physical state, the fact that she could force herself to deliver that strike could only be attributed to her incredible willpower.

Thinking of delivering a second strike? That was simply a dream.

Zhang Qing snorted coldly.

He didn't go to finish off the heavily injured Murong Yun, nor did he pay any attention to Jiang Feiyu, who was still gripping her blade.

Because he was out of time!

This Physical Body could collapse at any moment; he had to complete the blood sacrifice immediately!

Dragging a somewhat lame leg, Zhang Qing walked toward the heavy iron door of the dungeon, trembling but with a clear objective.

"Not good! He's going to open the door!"

Zhao Er, wrapped up like a zongzi by blood threads, wriggled on the ground like a maggot and roared at the top of his lungs:

"He wants to sacrifice the refugees inside! Stop him, quick!"

Hearing this, Jiang Feiyu's pupils suddenly constricted.

Although she wasn't very bright and didn't understand why this man, who was swaying as he walked and looked like he was at death's door...

...dared to claim he could open the dungeon's iron door to sacrifice the refugees.

However, seeing the man's confident look, Jiang Feiyu had a premonition.

She absolutely could not let him get near that door!

If those hundreds of refugees inside were sacrificed and that terrifying monster in the center of Shi Village regained its strength...

...Chen Shanzhi would die!

"Little Chen... you still owe me a Manchu Han Imperial Feast..."

Jiang Feiyu gritted her blood-stained teeth, forcibly suppressing the waves of dizziness in her mind.

Her hands gripped the hilt tightly as she tried to once again circulate the true essence from the Heaven-Swallowing Creation Art within her body to rush forward and hack that bastard to death!

However, the moment a wisp of true essence was raised in her Dantian...

...a terrifying pain, like ten thousand ants gnawing at her bones, instantly exploded frantically from every one of her Meridians!

Jiang Feiyu's legs gave way, and the long blade slipped from her hands, hitting the ground with a clang.

She slumped directly onto the cold muddy ground, her body twitching violently and uncontrollably.

Then, under the gaze of several people, thick plumes of black mist began to pour frantically out of Jiang Feiyu's pores!

The black mist was like tiny venomous snakes, crawling and spreading hideously beneath her skin, quickly covering her neck and cheeks!

"I was wondering how the Sky-Obscuring Black Mist in the grand array could have vanished into thin air..."

Hearing the commotion behind him, Zhang Qing stopped and glanced back.

While continuing to drag his broken body toward the iron door, he clicked his tongue in wonder:

"So, it was all swallowed into the belly of a reckless little brat like you."

"I have to admit, the Cultivation Technique you practice is indeed quite interesting."

Zhang Qing's voice held a hint of mockery: "It's just a pity... with your Profound Gate Realm cultivation, forcibly swallowing this black mist is simply asking for death."

"If no one comes to help you guide the rampaging black mist within your body right now..."

"In less than an hour, you will turn into a pool of foul-smelling pus and die here in Shi Village."

Listening to Zhang Qing's demonic judgment...

...Jiang Feiyu curled up on the ground in pain, her consciousness beginning to blur.

It was over; everything was over.

At this moment, when everyone had fallen into despair...

"Cough... cough, cough..."

Over ten meters from the dungeon's iron door, the bloody figure who had been lying motionless on the ground with broken bones...

...suddenly moved!

Within Zhang Qing's narrowing pupils...

...Murong Yun actually forced himself up, using his hands covered in mud and blood to push off the ground, standing up with extreme difficulty yet immense stubbornness!

His legs were shaking violently.

Murong Yun didn't look at Zhang Qing, nor did he look at the dungeon's iron door.

He lifted his face, which was so covered in blood that its original appearance was unrecognizable, and stared fixedly toward the altar in the center of Shi Village.

"Exhale—"

Murong Yun took a sharp, deep breath.

This breath pulled at his broken ribs, causing his whole body to convulse in pain.

But he ignored it, directly squeezing out every last drop of the remaining true essence in his Dantian and gathering it at his throat!

The veins on Murong Yun's neck bulged, and using the most violent and desperate ounce of strength in his life, he let out a heart-wrenching roar toward the center of Shi Village:

"Brother Chen—!!!"

"If you don't get your ass over here, Feiyu is going to die!!!"

This roar, laced with true essence, blood, and tears...

...was like a sudden clap of thunder, instantly piercing through the layers of night, drowning out all the sounds of slaughter, and echoing clearly in every corner of Shi Village!

After letting out that roar...

...the light in Murong Yun's eyes instantly faded, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wah."

His whole body, as if his spine had been removed, fell straight back and collapsed, completely unconscious on the ground.