stjorthotic Chapter 30 The Blade of Jue Jin
Chapter 30 The Blade of Jue Jin
Night fell like a curtain, and all around was desolate.
The ghostly howls surged like waves, carrying a chilling venom that swept over Fang Hongxuan. Before Fang Hongxuan could make a move, a long spear was wielded with the speed of the wind, and the battle flag formed from his blood and qi fluttered and rustled as it was pulled up by the spear.
A dark, formless ghost leaped out from behind the curtain, only to be pulverized by the headless armored warrior's casually wielded spear.
A soft sigh emanated from within the shrine.
"And standing behind someone..."
Fang Hongxuan, being quite sensible, took a few steps to the shrine. Before Fang Hongxuan could speak, the middle-aged man began to mutter to himself.
"The situation is getting worse. If we don't receive reinforcements soon, this place will likely fall. Even though I have the will to fight the demons, I'm already exhausted..."
The headless armored warrior wielded a spear to kill the enemy, and his surroundings faintly exuded a terrifying aura and the power of Kun Yuan.
The blue bricks on the ground had long been crushed, and the scarlet soil beneath the broken bricks quickly coalesced into armor, wrapping the headless warrior layer by layer.
"roar"
The Tomb Tiger, formed from the power of Kun Yuan, pounced out from underground, and the headless armored warrior leaped up and sat on its back.
A deathly silence, and a chilling cold gradually spread.
『铿』
Sparks flew as the long spear and the broadsword clashed violently, creating invisible shockwaves. Dust from the underground palace fell in clumps, only to be completely extinguished.
The blade reflected the gaunt body of the headless armored warrior, while the opposite side was empty except for two phosphorescent flames glowing eerily.
Weapons clashed together, producing a chilling creaking sound. Suddenly, a long spear and a broadsword snapped apart, then merged and intertwined again.
After fighting for dozens of rounds, Fang Hongxuan was able to barely make out, with the help of the moonlight, that the creature confronting the Tomb Tiger was a bone horse scorched by phosphorescent fire.
The phosphorescent flames, swirling with black mist, spread rapidly until they outlined limbs, torso, head, and then iron armor, robes, and helmets.
The stench was stale, and the wails of ghosts echoed.
It turned out to be a ghost general riding a warhorse!
Ghostly figures loomed in the darkness behind the ghost general, as if they were following a vast army.
The heavily armored and armed ghost soldiers stood still, wielding spears and pestles, yet their wailing could not be heard from within.
Suddenly
One of the ghost riders lowered his long spear and rode straight ahead. He spurred his horse forward for several dozen paces, ready to break through the night and go to support the ghost general.
'Click click'
The galloping warhorses crashed into an invisible cage, their murderous aura surging, and the ghostly riders shrouded in black mist were annihilated without a trace.
The cramped shrine was gathering streaks of golden light, like a beacon in the darkness.
The skeletal warhorses neighed in unison, and the neatly arrayed ghost soldiers howled incessantly. Countless phosphorescent lights suddenly shone brighter, yet no ghost soldier dared to advance recklessly.
They stood rooted to the spot, glaring fiercely at the gleaming golden shrine. The resentment and rage emanating from the phosphorescent flames were palpable.
"Where exactly is this?"
Fang Hongxuan finally asked the question, after all, this was the first time he had ever encountered such a terrifying scene. It was as if he had single-handedly entered hell, looking down at the ghostly army challenging him.
"Hmph, scared now?"
The middle-aged man with only a head is called Yan Chengrui. He is the Demon-Slaying General appointed by the Wansheng Dynasty, specializing in killing evil and eliminating all invaders.
"It's just a concern that this place might be destroyed. If the ground collapses, what will become of Mixian County and even Lintao Prefecture? If not handled properly, Cangzhou will also suffer the same fate."
Eight or nine out of ten of the three million people would fall under the iron hooves of this ghostly army, and the vast city of Cangzhou would be reduced to a ghostly realm where no one could survive.
"You too are a scourge to this region, so why do you worry about the common people of Cangzhou?" Yan Chengrui said disdainfully, his sneer evident on his face.
Fang Hongxuan did not refute it, but only sighed softly and did not offer any explanation.
...
Tsukutora charged faster and faster, while Kima's momentum remained undiminished. The two collided head-on, face to face.
'Kaba'
The tomb tiger, formed from mud and sand condensed by the power of Kunyuan, was actually knocked away, causing the earth pillars along the way to collapse, until the tomb tiger scattered with the wind.
The other side's ghostly creature was no less formidable; its jagged phosphorescent flames suddenly went out, crumbling into a pile of withered bones before they could even land.
The headless armored warriors and the ghost generals clashed once again, the crisp sounds of their weapons colliding echoing within the underground palace, vaguely forming a kind of melody.
Fang Hongxuan took a deep breath, but held the breath in his chest, and then an abnormal blush flashed across his face.
His whole body trembled violently, like a giant python that had shed its old scales, moving with effortless ease, his blood and energy abundant. This was naturally Fang Hongxuan using the skill of "Golden Python Shedding Scales".
"This is..."
Yan Chengrui looked surprised, then frowned.
As Fang Hongxuan walked toward the battlefield where the two were fighting, his long, flowing black hair turned completely blood red after only a few dozen steps.
The malevolent aura, a mixture of black and red, soared straight into the heavens, causing even the two figures who were crossing paths to be slightly distracted.
"What do you intend to do?"
Yan Chengrui's beard and hair stood on end as he sternly rebuked him.
He couldn't help but judge Fang Hongxuan with his petty mind. This matter was extremely important; if Fang Hongxuan sided with the Ghost General, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"They just can't tolerate evil spirits causing trouble in their area, even though I can sense that my strength is worlds apart from theirs."
If this Demon-Slaying Captain were to be too afraid to step forward and fight, it would be a disgrace to the Demon-Suppressing Division.
Watching Fang Hongxuan gradually take his steps, Yan Chengrui's eyes held a complex expression, his thoughts unreadable. His lips trembled slightly, as if he were thinking of the past.
Although Fang Hongxuan was willing to help the headless armored warrior, he also knew his own limitations and was waiting for the ghost general to reveal a weakness so that he could use his Golden Bell Shield to trap him for a moment and create an opportunity for battle.
The underground palace trembled violently, and the sharp, swift broadsword sliced through all the surrounding blue bricks. Sparks flew, shards of stone scattered, and black mist split in two, engulfing the two figures.
The crimson golden bell shield captured them all. However, in just a moment, the once invincible, flipping golden bell shield was as fragile as scrap metal, utterly vulnerable.
Fortunately, the headless warrior had no intention of standing idly by. He picked up his long spear and swung it fiercely at the ghost general.
The ear-piercing collision once again stirred up invisible tremors, cracking the tiger's mouth of both men. The headless warrior's demon-slaying armor was now covered with countless knife marks.
"Now!"
Using his palm as a claw, Fang Hongxuan leaped into the air, intending to use himself as a medium to fully unleash the binding power of the Blood-Red Golden Bell Shield.
Who would have thought that behind the exhausted ghost general, two bare arms appeared, and the sword at his waist was drawn from its sheath.
The ghostly blade, shrouded in a chilling light, awaited Fang Hongxuan's descent, ready to pierce his chest. Its ferocious appearance resembled that of a hunter lying in wait.
"This is bad!"
"Catch the knife!"
Yan Chengrui, who was in the shrine, could no longer ignore it. He roared and the headless armored soldier drew his sword from his waist and threw it at Fang Hongxuan, who was in mid-air.
The blade was entirely black, except for its snow-white edge. Intricate crimson-gold incantations were engraved on its surface, and at this moment, the incantations were radiating a dazzling golden light.
The knife was over three feet long and the blade was an inch wide. Even when Fang Hongxuan fully activated his living corpse constitution, he found it quite heavy.
The front of the hilt is engraved with the two characters "蹉靳" in reddish gold.
"A fine knife!"