Lan Yin Bi Yue

Chapter 47

20. The Heartless Demon Soul (Part 1)

Three figures—one in black, one in purple, and one in green—flew out. The black figure was like a dragon emerging from the abyss, the purple figure was as light and graceful as a demon, and the green figure was as free and unrestrained as a flying immortal. They treaded on the water and arrived in an instant. The dozens of experts who had been lying in ambush in the sea had already rushed forward and surrounded the three. Without saying a word, they all brandished their swords and attacked.

Many of the people on the boat looked at the three men with concern, and seeing that array of swords, they couldn't help but feel anxious.

"There are so many people, it would be exhausting to kill them all." Lan Qi uttered these ruthless words with a nonchalant air, his body flitting like a ghost amidst the flashing blades, while not forgetting to tease the two of them, "Brother Lie, why don't you make the move? Your Blazing Sun Blade is sharper, and killing people will be easier. Or, Second Young Master, it would be even more convenient for you to use your immortal magic."

Lie Chifeng's reply was a cold snort. He drew his Blazing Sun Blade, swung it backhand, and a man fell behind him, instantly staining a pool of seawater red. He moved with lightning speed, his Blazing Sun Blade striking down repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, three more men fell, creating a gap in the encirclement. He rushed towards the gap, intending to leap onto the shore. His target was the man on the island. However, he was fast, and so were the others. In an instant, several men rushed past, blocking his path, and the encirclement closed again.

In that brief moment, Lan Qiyi floated amidst the flashing blades, making no move, while Ming Er moved with the wind, his sleeves fluttering, and all the blades aimed at him seemed to strike a pile of cotton.

"I've never seen this swordsmanship before," Ming Er said after a brief exchange.

“If your subordinates already possess such martial arts skills, then your master must be even more formidable,” Lan Qi said.

Those who fought these people had a much clearer understanding of their combat skills than those watching from the ship. The martial arts skills of these swordsmen were all at the level of masters, and their moves were swift and ruthless, without a single superfluous movement. If placed in the martial arts world, they would all be among the top-tier.

"So that person is mine!" Lie Chifeng said briefly with his back to them, then suddenly leaped into the air, reaching a height of three zhang. He raised the Blazing Sun Blade high, and the dark blade instantly emitted a spark-like light, as if a black sun burning with flames was pouncing down with immense force!

A scream rang out, and nearly half of the surrounding swordsmen fell to the ground. The seawater turned crimson, and more than ten corpses floated on the surface. The remaining swordsmen were stunned. This man had killed more than ten people with a single strike!

Lie Chifeng ignored him and rushed towards the shore as he landed.

"Lie San, how could you abandon us and run away first!" Lan Qi called out and was about to chase after them.

The shout startled the other swordsmen, and several of them immediately chased after Lie Chifeng, while the rest of the swordsmen brandished their blades again and surrounded Lan Qi and Ming Er.

Lan Qizhong was surrounded, and Lie Chifeng was already not far from the shore, so it was clear that he could not catch up.

"How annoying." With a muttered voice, the ghostly purple shadow suddenly vanished in the flash of the blade. "My patience has run out."

As the whispers faded, a gentle breeze, distinct from the sea breeze, swept by. The swordsmen saw a white jade fan sway lightly in mid-air, sending forth a gentle March breeze. In an instant, the jade fan spun, transforming into thousands of jade pear blossoms, which drifted down like snowflakes, a dreamlike and incomparably beautiful sight. They couldn't help but close their eyes, feeling a coolness in their throats, and then losing all sensation.

More than ten corpses floated on the sea, each with a small, pear blossom-like opening at the throat, from which blood gushed into the sea. The pear blossoms had all fallen, but the gentle breeze still lingered, gracefully sweeping towards Ming Er's direction.

"Alas..." Ming Er sighed softly, as if out of boundless pity for all living beings. With a gentle, lingering sigh, he joined two fingers together and lightly brushed down, like a Buddhist's compassion to awaken all beings, carrying with it boundless Buddhist power. All beings had no way to escape, only to bow their heads and accept it. As the wind from his fingers swept past, everything became tranquil and peaceful. The murderous swordsmen who once stood on the sea were now gone, floating and sinking in the crimson water.

The lingering breeze from the jade fan vanished completely under the force of the finger.

At that moment, the sky and the sea suddenly became still.

Many people on the ship witnessed this scene, and while they were amazed, they were also filled with fear.

With just one move, they had killed dozens of experts! Their skill was so extraordinary... and ruthless!

On Mount Ying, Lie Chifeng's unparalleled swordsmanship was already widely known, but only now did people realize the power of his "divine sword." Even more astonishing were Lan Qi and Ming Er! This was the first time they had revealed their true martial arts to everyone, and they hadn't expected it to be so terrifying! Bi Yao and Zhe Xian were hailed as having the highest martial arts skills among the younger generation, and this was certainly true. Moreover... were there any predecessors in the martial world who could surpass them? At this moment, the only person everyone could think of was Ming Kong.

"Isn't this the 'Infernal Finger' technique?" Lan Qi looked at Ming Er with a half-smile.

Ming Er looked at Lan Qi with a half-smile, "It seems that what Seventh Young Master used is not the Lan family's unique skill."

Lan Qi's emerald eyes narrowed slightly, then she turned to look at the shore, where Lie Chifeng was only about ten feet away from the man. "He beat me to it."

"Let's watch the divine sword display its power from the sidelines." Ming Er moved towards the small island.

As the three of them fought the swordsmen in the sea, the four large ships approached. When they were about three zhang away, one of the experts on the ships leaped over first.

Yuwen Feng's left hand whip flew out, lashing out at the man, but the man, still in mid-air, reached out and grabbed the end of the whip, using the force of the whip to leap forward. Just as he reached the bow of the ship, Yuwen Feng was already prepared. He raised his right palm, his palm turning crimson, and slammed it out, striking the man squarely in the chest. With another flick of the whip, the man fell into the sea, where he never retaliated.

"Young Master is so amazing!" Rong Yue looked at Yuwen Feng with shining eyes.

Yuwen Feng's expression remained cold and arrogant, showing no sign of joy. He turned to look at Feng Yi, his eyes filled with a hint of provocation.

Feng Yiyi remained indifferent, while Ming Kong, standing to the side, smiled to himself, thinking to himself that young people were indeed competitive.

"They're here again!"

More experts leaped from the four large ships opposite.

"Don't let them board the ship," Mingkong said in a deep voice. He raised his palm and struck out in the air. It seemed light and airy, but several experts were either forced back onto the ship or knocked into the sea.

At that moment, all the heroes on the ship took action.

Yuwen Feng's long whip shot out like a snake emerging from its hole, delivering a vicious blow right at the head.

Mei Hongming unleashed his hidden weapons, like a sharp rain.

A silver light flashed from Qiu Hengbo's sleeves; Hua Fushu held short swords in both hands; Jinquelou's whisk was like a silk net; Shang Pinghan's long sword was ruthless; Ai Wuying relied on her excellent lightness skill to fly straight into the air to fight; Yuwen Lindong used a whip in his left hand and a palm in his right...

The crew members all used their skills to deal with these uninvited enemies who attacked without saying a word.

Some people couldn't help but look at Lan Qi, Ming Er, and Lie Chifeng on the other side. When they saw the three of them kill all the swordsmen with one move, some of them couldn't help but shout, "Those people... they're all dead!" Their voices were filled with more fear than shock.

"Sail the boat over there!" Ming Kong glanced at the scene amidst his busy schedule and then gave the order.

"yes."

So the ship sailed toward the island, while the people on board fought off the experts and leaped toward the shore.

On the vast sea, on a ship that rocks left and right, it was very disadvantageous for these land experts, but when they were on solid ground, it was still unknown who would win.

Lie Chifeng stopped three zhang away from the man on the island.

Lan Qi and Ming Er eliminated all the knife-wielders in the sea and stepped ashore.

As if it were just a casual glance, Lan Qi caught a glimpse of Ning Lang on the boat.

Most of the people on the ship had already leaped into the sea and rushed towards the island, while a few remained on the ship to hold off the experts, ensuring that those who landed ahead could do so without worry. Ning Lang was among them. With his silver spear in hand, he faced the experts with ease, wielding both sword and spear techniques with effortless skill. After a moment, a subtle difference became apparent. While the others, whether heroes or the surging experts, attacked ruthlessly, he only targeted pressure points with his moves, employing no lethal techniques, and yet not a single person was injured by his spear.

"Second Young Master, this battle is unavoidable today. What are your plans?" Lan Qi suddenly stopped and asked.

Ming Er stopped, turned around, and looked at the sea with him. After a moment, he frowned. "We only have three hundred men, but it seems that they outnumber us."

"Not only are their numbers far greater, but their martial arts skills are also not weak."

"If things continue like this, even if we eventually win, half of us will perish. A Pyrrhic victory is worse than a defeat."

“Yes, that makes sense.” Lan Qi nodded. “Besides, killing our fellow travelers in front of us is really a loss of face.”

"It seems that a swift resolution is the best course of action," Ming Er mused.

“So…” Lan Qi turned her head to look at him.

Ming Er glanced at Lie Chifeng's group behind him, then at the fierce battle on the sea ahead, and finally turned to look at Lan Qi with a gentle, lotus-like smile on his face. "To catch a thief, first catch the king; kill the chicken to warn the monkey."

"Hehe..." Lan Qi chuckled lightly, covering her face with her fan, looking at the elegantly smiling Second Young Master Ming. "Second Young Master and I have the same idea. You say..." She leaned closer, as if whispering, "Aren't immortals and demons originally from the same source? People can never see clearly, they only know to respect...fear...". The closer she was, the clearer she could see. Her pair of emerald eyes were like two pieces of jade immersed in clear water, translucent and moist. With her smile, gentle ripples appeared, swaying back and forth, making Ming Er's heart flutter as well.

A bewitching demon!

Ming Er turned his head and looked away, secretly calming his mind, and said, "Brother Feng Yi and Ning Lang are both on the ship. I imagine Seventh Young Master is quite worried. Then I'll leave this matter of making an example of them to Seventh Young Master."

Lan Qi closed her jade fan, shook her head and sighed, "Immortals are just an illusion. What, is the Second Young Master afraid that killing too many people will ruin the reputation of 'banished immortal'? However..." A wicked glint appeared in her green eyes, "This killing and bloodshed is more in line with my name 'Green Demon'!"

Ming Er smiled and said, "Then that's settled."

After saying this, he turned around, gathered his strength, and flew towards the island.

"Fake immortal!" Lan Qi muttered to himself, gathering his strength and leaping towards the ship.

Ning Lang was dealing with two experts by himself. The two were swordsmen who coordinated perfectly and had exquisite swordsmanship. Ning Lang was already struggling to keep up when suddenly a white jade fan was handed to him from the side. With just a light touch, it brought up a gentle breeze. Before he could even react, two lines of blood splattered, and the two experts fell to the ground.

Turning his head blankly, he saw Lan Qi gently twirl his fan, the bloodstains on it falling like raindrops onto the ship's deck, the jade fan heavy as flawless white snow. "Ning Lang, against the enemy, one must be ruthless in one's attacks!"

"you……"

"At this rate, you'll bleed sooner or later!" Lan Qi smiled, then vanished like a ghost, leaving Ning Lang staring blankly.

On the island, Ming Er had already flown and landed beside Lie Chifeng.

Lie Chifeng seemed completely unaware of his arrival, his cold, star-like eyes fixed on the person opposite him.

He was a young man, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, tall and slender, with handsome features and an air of nobility between his brows. His eyes were extremely imposing. He stood on the boulder without moving an inch, like an emperor waiting for his subjects to come and pay homage.

With just one glance, Ming Er knew why Lie Chifeng hadn't moved. This was a peerless master, whose skill and spirit had reached a level of restraint and mastery. For someone as fond of martial arts as Lie Chifeng, it was time to truly fight him!

“Brother, the overall situation is more important. You cannot fight alone at this moment. It is either me or Seventh Young Master. You can choose one to join forces with.” Ming Er said calmly, and took a step. He seemed calm and unhurried, but in the blink of an eye, he was close to the other person.

"I am Ming Huayan from Tianzhou," he said leisurely, pointing out the location.

“The clouds over the Eastern Sea are boundless.” With a deep voice, the man extended his palm.

"Lie Chifeng!" With a cold shout, the Blazing Sun Blade swept through the air with immense force.

With fingers like swords, palms like mountains, and blades like the sea, the three figures clashed in mid-air, locked in a fierce battle.

Lan Qi floated up to the top of the cabin, looking down from above.

"Are you all from Dongming Island?" A faint smile played on his lips, his voice clear and alluring, yet terrifying to those who heard it. His emerald eyes calmly swept over the ship, over the experts, and finally settled on the vast sea. "I don't like killing nameless people, otherwise the King of Hell won't remember my deeds! So... tell me who you are." These words were extremely calm, yet they struck like a heavy drumbeat, making everyone's heart tremble.

For a moment, everyone was stunned. They slowed down and involuntarily looked at the tall, elegant man in purple, but no one spoke.

"Hehe..." A faint smile appeared, like a peach blossom in bloom. A white jade fan slowly veiled her face, the beauty of March unfolding amidst the ink-black waves. "Since that's the case, then remember that it was Lan Qi who took your lives!"

Every word was like a cold pearl falling, clearly audible to everyone, whether at sea or on an island.

As those words fell, the purple shadow moved, like a ghost, drifting lightly by, then blood splattered, and a corpse lay strewn about! The white jade fan gently brushed over, stirring up the tender warmth of spring, blowing open thousands of pear trees, their snow-white blossoms blooming in the blood, their exquisite beauty bringing a chilling hell!

Wherever the purple shadow passes, blood will be spilled and people will die!

In fact, it only took the blink of an eye for twelve people to fall on the large ship, leaving twelve dark blue corpses.

Everyone stopped.

Those experts in dark blue retreated step by step, watching the man in purple with utter fear, watching him smile calmly and gracefully as he waved his jade fan, watching one person after another fall at his feet, watching him float in on the wind...

"ah!"

Amidst the carnage, someone couldn't help but scream in terror. Then, some people fell into the sea, some flew away, and others stood there dumbfounded.

There were no more Dark Blue experts on that ship.

"Ning Lang, look, this is what the martial arts world is all about."

Amidst the pool of blood and corpses, the man turned back with a smile, his purple robes and jade-like face framed by a fan as white as snow.

Beautiful, so beautiful, yet terrifyingly beautiful!

That was a bloodthirsty Asura from hell, carrying a soaring aura of malevolence and killing intent.

Bi Yao... it turns out that demon souls are truly heartless!

At that moment, everyone thought the same thing, whether they were friend or foe.

"You...killed them?" Ning Lang stared in disbelief at the ship full of corpses. "You...killed them all..." So many people, so many lives, died at his hands in an instant!