nyslfriends Chapter 83 Lack of Martial Morality
Chapter 83 Lack of Martial Morality
Two hours later.
Seven streaks of light pierced the sea and landed one after another on a small island that was only a dozen miles in circumference.
The light faded, revealing the seven people, including the shadowy old man, who had been relentlessly pursuing them.
The old man with the shadowy face closed his eyes slightly, and his vast divine sense spread outwards like a tide.
A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly, and said, "This person's technique of concealing his presence and disappearing is quite exquisite. His aura appears and disappears intermittently, and is difficult to discern. He completely vanished here."
The middle-aged early-stage Core Formation cultivator beside him stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "Could it be that this kid sensed our presence beforehand? Otherwise, why would he have taken so many detours along the way?"
"Heh, so what if they notice?"
Another gaunt early-stage Core Formation cultivator sneered dismissively, a glint of greed in his eyes. "With the five of us working together, even a late-stage Core Formation cultivator would have to back down. What's more, he's just a novice who has just formed his core. He probably hasn't even refined his natal magic weapon yet. Even if he has incredible abilities, he can't escape us. It's just a death throes."
"Don't underestimate him!"
The gloomy old man coldly glanced at the gaunt cultivator, his voice chilling and carrying an undeniable air of authority: "This person was able to trigger such an astonishing Core Formation phenomenon; his cultivation technique is certainly no ordinary one. A cultivator possessing such a top-tier inheritance might be hiding some life-saving trump card. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; if he falls into an unexpected trap, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Upon being shouted at by the old man, the gaunt cultivator shrank back and dared not say another word.
Seeing that he had intimidated everyone, the gloomy old man waved his sleeve and coldly ordered, "You few, spread out and search around this island, focusing on the surrounding waters. Remember, if you find any trace of him, do not act rashly; immediately notify the others!"
"Yes, Elder Feng!"
The other six responded in unison, each activating their magical power, preparing to turn and fly away.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred!
A muffled thud.
Without warning, the solid rock beneath the old man's feet suddenly shattered!
As the rubble pierced the air, a blinding black and red sword light, like a poisonous dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a faint fishy smell, shot out from the ground, aiming straight for the old man's vital heart!
"not good!"
The old man was, after all, a veteran monster in the mid-stage of Core Formation, with a wealth of combat experience.
Spurred by the life-or-death crisis, the protective aura around his body instantly activated, and at the same time, his figure forcibly shifted half a foot to the side in an extremely bizarre manner.
"Sizzle—"
The dark red sword light was unstoppable, instantly tearing apart the protective aura that the old man had hastily activated.
The fatal sword strike was originally aimed straight at his heart, but the old man forcibly twisted his body at the last second, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.
However, the demonic sword continued its momentum and pierced his left shoulder fiercely!
The moment the sword pierced his body, the longsword, which was entirely black and covered with dark red demonic patterns, seemed to come alive.
A chilling black aura, like a maggot clinging to a bone, surged wildly into the old man's body through the wound; at the same time, the sword greedily sucked up the gushing blood essence, and the red patterns on its surface instantly burst forth with an eerie blood light, emitting a rapid buzzing sound.
The sword, imbued with violent spiritual energy, twisted and severed the old man's left arm with a dull thud as flesh was cut.
"Clatter"
A left arm, severed at the root, crashed to the ground.
Blood gushed from the old man's left shoulder, but he endured the excruciating pain of his severed arm and the black energy's corrosive influence. Using the force of the recoil, he transformed into a streak of light and instantly retreated dozens of feet away.
Having failed to kill the old man with his first strike, Mu Chunfeng did not blindly pursue him. Holding his sword in one hand, he slowly rose from the ground, hovering in mid-air, coldly watching the retreating old man.
Only then did the six cultivators around them recover from the shocking turn of events.
"Form ranks! Protect Elder Feng!"
The six reacted very quickly and immediately took their positions.
The four Core Formation cultivators unleashed their magical treasures, which, with flashes of spiritual light, sealed off all escape routes in mid-air.
The other two pseudo-core stage cultivators, though lacking magical treasures, each wielded top-tier magic weapons and held several talismans in their other hands, patrolling the outermost edge of the battle circle, guarding it with utmost vigilance.
Behind the formation, the gloomy old man's face was deathly pale.
He quickly swallowed two healing pills and cast a spell to seal the wound, which barely stopped the gushing blood.
For a Core Formation cultivator, as long as the severed arm is later reattached, this physical injury is nothing.
However, the strange black energy that invaded his body was extremely domineering, constantly eroding his meridians.
To stop the black energy from spreading further, the old man had to use a small portion of his magical power to suppress it.
This caused his left side to become abnormally stiff, his magical power to stagnate, and his combat strength to be reduced by 30%.
"Tsk, as expected of someone in the mid-stage of Core Formation, your reaction is quite quick; you actually managed to dodge it."
Mu Chunfeng casually twirled his sword, glancing at the seven people who looked as if facing a formidable enemy. A half-smile played on his lips, his tone tinged with regret, but even more so with a hint of mockery:
"But it doesn't matter... You'll eventually become nourishment for my 'Blood Demon Sword'."
"Arrogant brat! How dare you plot against me!"
Despite the excruciating pain of his torn meridians, Elder Feng stared intently at Mu Chunfeng, his eyes filled with resentment and venom.
"Same here. You all rely on your numbers and power, so why shouldn't I, Mu, retaliate?"
Mu Chunfeng smiled slightly, glancing around at the people around him, as if he didn't care about being surrounded at all.
At this moment, a greedy glint flashed in the eyes of the gaunt early-stage Core Formation cultivator. He stepped forward and said, "Elder Feng, since you are injured, why don't you stay behind and provide cover for us? Let's see how we deal with him!"
Feng Lao glanced coldly at the gaunt man, but said nothing.
He scoffed inwardly, naturally seeing through this fellow's desire to steal the credit.
According to their prior agreement, after killing this person, the top-tier martial arts techniques and treasures on his body would be divided according to the amount of effort put in.
Feng Lao originally intended to take down his opponent personally, but his combat strength was currently weakened. If he forced his way in, he might suffer a backlash from the strange black energy, which would be a greater loss than gain.
Moreover, he also needed to reserve some of his magical power to guard against those around him, since they were plotting against others for personal gain, and it was not impossible for internal strife to arise from the same source of profit.
"Alright."
Let them test that kid's abilities for me first.
Elder Feng readily agreed, and at the same time transmitted his voice to two of the pseudo-Core Formation cultivators: "This kid is extremely strange. He clearly cultivates Yang-attribute techniques but uses demonic artifacts. Feng Yan, Feng Yu, you two must not be careless. Stay on the outer perimeter as much as possible and use talismans to seal off his escape route. We absolutely cannot let him escape!"
"yes!"
The two pseudo-Core Formation cultivators quickly responded and immediately spread out to the sides, their talismans flashing with spiritual light, ready to be activated at any time.
"Attack him together! Kill him!"
The gaunt cultivator was overjoyed to see Elder Feng give his approval.
He formed hand seals, and a small crimson shield radiating an astonishing heat wave floated in front of him. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a golden flying knife about a foot long, which turned into a dazzling golden light and slashed straight at Mu Chunfeng!