"Whether you said it or not, since you cultivate demonic techniques, we are enemies, not friends," Fei Ling said coldly, his face darkening. The cold, gleaming sword in its sheath seemed ready to strike.
"And you?" Li Yang asked Fei Hua mockingly.
"Me? We are enemies, not friends~" Fei Hua hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and then said firmly without hesitation.
"Oh. Very good~" Li Yang nodded slightly. *I knew this would happen. I saved you all for nothing. And you had the nerve to say you'd repay my debt of saving your lives later. Fine, I'll let you repay it now.*
Li Yang smiled faintly. He had been standing very close to Fei Hua and Fei Ling, which was intentional. Because his understanding of human nature far surpassed that of most people, he had already anticipated this outcome. So, the two Li Yangs moved simultaneously, the Heavenly Sword instantly unsheathed, piercing Fei Ling's body without hesitation, blood splattering. Fei Ling let out a scream, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and cried out in disbelief and rage, "Li Yang, you, you dare?"
"Brother—Li Yang, I'm going to kill you—" Fei Hua let out a painful and miserable roar. However, just as she opened her mouth to scream and was about to unleash the Neon Immortal Sword to fight Li Yang to the death, a bloodthirsty and ferocious demonic blade, the Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Divine Blade, suddenly appeared in front of Fei Hua. It gently turned over her fair neck, and a scarlet line of blood appeared on her white neck, like the most perfect ink painting, but the ink was bright red. A beautiful head, rare in the human world and belonging only to heaven, fell down.
"Hey girl, don't think you can do whatever you want to me just because you're pretty. Don't think that just because you're pretty I'll tolerate your misbehavior. Don't think that just because you're pretty I'll obey you, cherish you, or treat you like a fairy. Every woman in my life is prettier and cuter than you. If you dare to block my way or threaten my life, don't blame me for being ruthless." Li Yang coldly watched Fei Hua's body perish, then spat out a stream of azure Samadhi True Fire, burning it to ashes. Fei Ling's corpse was also dealt with so easily.
Looking at the dust on the ground, Li Yang smiled faintly, cast a Swift Wind Talisman, and after the swift wind passed, the ground was clean again, and everything was as before.
Meanwhile, Zhou Tong and the others, who were in an extremely dangerous situation, stared blankly at the scene they had just witnessed. Shu Yi, caught off guard, was stabbed through the back by a Japanese youth in a black suit. Blood gushed out, and Shu Yi screamed in agony. He turned around and struck the man with a palm, sending him flying. The man died instantly upon landing. Shu Yi himself was also seriously injured and was immediately surrounded and attacked by three men in black suits. A moment later, he collapsed in a pool of blood, beyond any doubt.
Li Yang sneered. Today, he would unleash a massacre. Fei Hua and Fei Ling were both renowned disciples of Kunlun. If their sects found out that he had killed them, their masters and elders would be enraged and descend the mountain to seek revenge. Li Yang's current strength was no match for them. Therefore, all of them had to die.
Li Yang himself joined the slaughter, killing one by one with his sword. Whether they were low-ranking Japanese or American scions, including Tom Jack, he killed them all without exception.
"Li Yang, how could you do this?" Zhou Tong looked at Li Yang in disbelief.
"You saw something you shouldn't have seen, don't blame me." Li Yang glanced at the two of them indifferently, then his sword flashed, and everyone fell into a pool of blood, including Wang Gui, the army's top instructor.
"Li Yang, we are allies. You can ask me to do anything. Besides, I am the successor of the Fan family. I can do many things for you and help you control the Fan family..." Fan Xian knelt down with a thud, crying and begging for mercy.
Chapter 903: A Deadly Situation
"Sorry, I don't like spineless people~" Li Yang snorted coldly, and with a flash of sword light, Fan Xian, who had always harbored ill intentions towards Li Yang, was completely dead.
"Who exactly are you?" A chilling voice suddenly came from behind.
Li Yang smiled faintly and turned to look. Standing before him were Jiuying Wanzi and Yagyu Tanichi, while all the lower-ranking disciples, including Daishu Zangyi and the other Japanese disciples, were dead. Wang Feiyun and Lu Zhifei of the Dragon Group had also been killed by Jiuying Wanzi, who had mastered the Heaven, Earth, and Manifestations Formation, and lay in pools of blood.
The entire hilltop reeked of blood, littered with corpses, with only three people standing: Li Yang, Jiu Ying Wanzi, and Liu Sheng Danyi.
The two men faced Li Yang from either side, their bodies radiating a chilling killing intent and surging, eerie energy. The Nine-Headed Serpent's energy emanated a familiar aura to Li Yang, seemingly akin to blood energy, much like the golden bat Nado that Li Yang had just slain. Nado was also a top-tier vampire, possessing a trace of the Nine Li Witch Clan's bloodline, which explained his formidable power. However, compared to Nado, the Nine-Headed Serpent's energy was far less pure, yet it had absorbed some strange energy, making its strength in no way inferior to Nado's—truly bizarre.
The energy emanating from Liu Sheng was thick with ghostly energy, eerie and terrifying. Within the black mist surrounding him, there were grotesque images of tormented souls screaming silently. This Heavenly Shikigami was far superior in power to the one Li Yang had previously removed.
Li Yang looked at the two of them and smiled silently. Then his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Who I am is not important. What is important is that neither of you will be going back alive today!" As Li Yang said this, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Liu Shengdan without stopping.
Liu Sheng frowned slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he had been completely seen through. His expression changed slightly as he said, "This person is very strange, not easy to deal with."
Nine-Headed Serpent's expression was also not very good. He stared intently at Li Yang, trying to figure out Li Yang's background and some clues, but the result disappointed him greatly. He could not see through Li Yang's background at all, which surprised him. If he could not see through anything, it meant that Li Yang's strength was no less than his, or even greater than his.
"Don't be afraid~ No matter how strong he is, he can't be stronger than the two of us. The situation is critical, so let's not worry about formalities. Let's join forces and kill him first~" Jiuying Wanzi said sinisterly, staring at Li Yang. After speaking, he suddenly unleashed a powerful aura, a strange energy mixed with blood energy bursting out. He flashed across a distance of more than ten meters and arrived in front of Li Yang, his claws emitting a piercing shriek as he grabbed at Li Yang's head.
Liu Shengdan had clearly collaborated with Jiuying Wanzi on numerous occasions to scheme against their enemies. The moment Jiuying Wanzi spoke, he fully understood her meaning. He muttered a series of eerie incantations at lightning speed, his face suddenly turning pale. He abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood onto the churning ghostly energy. Stimulated by this large mouthful of blood, the grotesque ghost heads became excited, writhing and biting wildly in silence, their expressions so ferocious they were chilling. But at that very moment, a strange and powerful energy suddenly overflowed from the churning black ghostly energy, and an incredibly powerful ghost head suddenly appeared within it—a skull. The skull radiated a fierce and malevolent aura, causing the smaller ghost heads around it to flee in terror. However, the enormous ghost head simply opened its mouth and inhaled sharply, generating a powerful suction force within the ghostly energy. The fleeing ghost heads were unwillingly absorbed by the enormous ghost head. After absorbing these weak ghost heads, the enormous ghost head silently roared, seemingly quite satisfied. The churning ghostly energy was also completely absorbed after its roar. In the blink of an eye, the ghostly energy and vengeful spirits absorbed by Liu Sheng's single body vanished, and a hideous ghost head the size of a cartwheel, radiating astonishing pressure, floated behind him.
"King of the Abyss, accept my blood sacrifice, please slay the person before me!" Liu Sheng was pale-faced, his eyes flashing with a crazed, bloodthirsty red light. He glared at Li Yang with a ferocious expression. After letting out a painful roar at Li Yang, the huge ghost head roared silently once more, its sharp, steel-like teeth snapping shut. Although everything seemed to be silent, the ferocious and ruthless scene still sent chills down one's spine.
The enormous ghost head followed closely behind the Nine-Headed Serpent, lunging straight at Li Yang. Li Yang stood firmly, watching the serpent charge, merely letting out a slight sneer. He unleashed his footwork, instantly transforming into a blur, dodging the serpent's vicious attack. He appeared behind Li Yang in a flash, the Heavenly Sword silently unsheathed, its sharp sword energy shooting forth towards the serpent's back.
Nine-Headed Serpent also snorted coldly, quickly twisting its body to dodge the sharp sword energy, and flipped over to attack Li Yang from both the front and the back of the giant ghost head.
"Boy, you're dead. Even a master in the early stages of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation would perish under the combined attack of me and Yagyu's unparalleled Void King. You, a mere late-stage Qi Induction cultivator, are doomed!" Upon Li Yang's attack, Jiuying Wanzi immediately sensed Li Yang's strength; he was only at the late-stage Qi Induction realm, roughly the same as himself. He wasn't afraid of just one person, let alone the Void King summoned by Yagyu using his own blood essence.
If the two hadn't been so cautious of Li Yang from the start, seeing how easily he severed Fei Ling Fei Hua's body, and if Liu Sheng Dan hadn't needed to expend his essence to summon the Wujian Ghost King, Li Yang would have been certain to die if the two hadn't joined forces. But now, with the Wujian Ghost King's addition, Li Yang is even more certain to die!
"Is that so?" Li Yang narrowed his eyes and smiled mockingly, seemingly unaware that a huge, ferocious, and terrifying ghost head the size of a cartwheel was charging at him from behind. In an instant, it was behind him. The eerie ghostly aura made Li Yang's skin numb, and his body felt like it was about to go numb. But the most uncomfortable thing was his soul. The Ghost King of the Netherworld was formed by devouring countless wronged souls, and its most proficient attack methods were all aimed at the soul.
However, Li Yang remained motionless, the Heavenly Sword hovering above his head, coldly staring at the Nine-Headed Serpent. The Nine-Headed Serpent was somewhat surprised. Seeing the mocking expression on Li Yang's lips, he was even more puzzled. Logically, Li Yang, facing certain death, should only be panicked and desperate, so why did he have such a strange expression? Could something have gone wrong?
Li Yang gave him no chance to think. The Heavenly Sword transformed into a streak of black light, radiating astonishing sword energy as it shot out and swirled around the Nine-Headed Serpent. The Nine-Headed Serpent snorted coldly, an extremely ferocious aura emanating from its body. A faint red aura slowly seeped out, swirling around its hands like a red thread binding lovers, yet the astonishingly ferocious aura clearly emanated from this red thread.
"Whoosh—"
The red thread shot out from the top left and right, tightly grasped by his right hand, dancing in the air like a serpent, heading straight for the oncoming Heavenly Sword as if it had eyes. Nine-Headed Serpent's eyes gleamed with excitement. This was a red thread forged from millennia of impure blood, its most powerful ability being corruption. It corrupted all kinds of immortal treasures, and even Buddhist treasures would have their power greatly reduced if tainted. While Li Yang's Heavenly Sword was powerful, it emitted pure Taoist sword energy. Although it contained some strange energy, it couldn't prevent this red thread from corrupting and destroying it.
"Die!" Yagyu Tanichi roared excitedly from behind. The enormous demon head was already behind Li Yang, ready to open its mouth at any moment and swallow Li Yang's head whole with a snap, chew it up and then suck up Li Yang's soul with a hiss, making him disappear from this world completely.
Li Yang was instantly plunged into a situation where death seemed inevitable.
Both Yagyu Shichi and Kujira saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and their hearts were filled with excitement. A triumphant smile spread across their lips, and even their eyes softened considerably.
However, just as their smiles were gradually widening, their faces suddenly froze as if they had seen a ghost. This was especially true for Yagyu Tanichi, who had been facing away from Li Yang. But just as the ghost's head attacked the back of Li Yang's head, seemingly about to bite it to pieces, Li Yang's head suddenly turned to face him. A strange expression appeared on his face, and he suddenly opened his mouth wide, spewing out a mouthful of almost transparent blue flame, radiating terrifying heat. An extremely dangerous feeling instantly swept over him, and Yagyu Tanichi let out a shrill scream that was almost a scream, completely unable to believe it.
"Samadhi Fire!"
Yes, the Samadhi True Fire, capable of burning anything, could only be unleashed by experts at the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation realm. That eerie, almost transparent, azure flame instantly shot towards the hideous ghost head. The ghost head was only inches from Li Yang, with no chance to dodge, and was immediately struck by the true fire. With a hissing sound, the hideous giant ghost head, the Boundless Ghost King, let out a silent, shrill scream, instantly engulfed and devoured by the Samadhi True Fire. Not even a wisp of smoke remained before it was burned away completely.
"puff--"
Liu Shengdan trembled violently, as if struck by lightning, his chest aching as if struck by lightning. His soul felt an indescribable burning sensation, as if it had fallen into an endless purgatory, the pain beyond words. He swayed precariously, his face ashen, worse than a thousand-year-old corpse. Meanwhile, Li Yang's Nine-Headed Serpent was unaware of the danger and bizarre situation Liu Shengdan was facing, for his entire focus was on the red thread before him. That was his natal magic weapon, forged with immense energy and time, his most prized possession, a treasure he wouldn't reveal unless absolutely necessary.
Chapter 904: Dead but Not Stiff
However, just as his strange red thread was about to wrap around Li Yang's pitch-black Heavenly Sword, at this critical moment, a strange red light flashed by, arriving before Li Yang. Its speed was simply unbelievable, far exceeding the speed a master at the late stage of Qi Induction could display. The red light flashed only briefly, followed by a chilling and eerie blade of light, instantly releasing a bone-chilling pressure that enveloped the Nine-Headed Serpent.
"ah--"
Nine-Headed Serpent suddenly let out a scream of terror no less than that of Yagyu Kanichi. He watched helplessly as the red thread magic weapon he had painstakingly crafted was cleaved in two by a strange blade of light that suddenly appeared. Not only was it broken into two pieces, but the strange blade of light flashed again, and a high-pitched, desolate howl, as if from ancient times, suddenly appeared. A wolf's head, exuding boundless evil and ferocity, suddenly appeared, gently opened its mouth, and swallowed the two pieces of red thread in one gulp. It seemed to enjoy it, yet it also seemed to glare at Nine-Headed Serpent with great disdain and dissatisfaction before suddenly disappearing.
At this moment, Jiuying Wanzi felt a sudden pain in his chest. The red thread connecting him to his mind not only disappeared, but even a wisp of his primordial spirit was completely devoured. A sudden pain of his soul being torn apart struck him, causing him to scream unbearably. His face turned deathly pale, and he swayed. With his last breath, he glanced at the object that had suddenly appeared. It was a demon sword, exuding a desolate and ancient aura.
"Demon Blade—"