"Heh heh heh heh heh..."
There was no other voice or noise save for the hollow cackling laugh that seemed to curdle the blood in the veins in everyone in the square. Every pair of eyes looked his way and upon every face was a look of fear, consternation, or bewilderment. Even the Blood Corpses seemed to tremble, although they were more frightened of his growing Rancorous Qi rather than his sinister laughter.
The Great Immortal from Hell shared a dark look with Ye Wuxin as men began to fret and squirm restlessly with fear. Knowing that things were not boding well for them, the two men quickly weaved spells to recall their Blood Corpses. But no amount of spell they used could move the legion of Blood Corpses. They just would not respond to the call of their masters, standing rooted to where they were, trembling and shaking quietly.
"Heh heh heh heh heh..." Xiao Chen let loose a snicker and leaped into the air suddenly with blood dripping from
There was scarcely anyone who was not gripped by the fear sown by witnessing the terrible fight between Xiao Chen and the former High Chieftain. But no one believed at any rate that he would emerge victorious; the evil auras radiating from the twelve Corpse Puppets were just too strong. Too strong beyond the belief that anyone would be able to defeat them. Hanging a few yards above the ground, Xiao Chen's hairs flailed violently with the high winds reaching down to flay at his face. His anger and hatred were what fueled him now, keeping his veins coursing with adrenaline and frenzy as he continued to fight against the ancient Corpse Puppet. His enemy's black-onyx eyes glimmered with malice as it sent a tacit command to its comrades and they moved as one, lunging in unison at Xiao Chen. Twelve magic bolts they sent at Xiao Chen; the magical energy projectiles fused as one and slammed into Xiao Chen and he fell backward, groaning at the pain he felt in his chest where he
A flurry of confusing thoughts swooped into his mind like the wild winds of a storm. He tried to calm himself and organize his thoughts but to no avail. The more he tried, the deeper he sank into the quagmire of confusion and perplexity. "What's wrong, Lil Chen?" Yu Yifeng asked, seeing him looking troubled and tensed. Xiao Chen awoke from his catatonic stupor, his back slick with a coat of cold sweat and the fresh shirt that he just put on clung to his back. A wind blew amongst the eaves of the trees, and he felt his back tingling. He managed a shake of his head and croaked, "Where's Senior Qingfeng? I need to ask him something." He needed to speak to Qingfeng about the two babies from so many years ago and ascertain his hypothesis. Yu Yifeng nodded hastily and pointed the finger at a cluster of trees not far away, "He's with a couple of others discussing some matter of importance. Do you want me to come with you?"
They walked towards where the sounds were coming from. With each step, the voices could not be more clearer as they drew nearer. The younger voice spoke again, "But this magical field has been here for thousands of years... I'm afraid... Wait, Teacher! There's somebody!" As they came closer, Xiao Chen saw not far away two men, one with white hair and beard that reached down his shoulders, clad in robes of green while another, a tall and fair-looking young man. From the looks of it, they have both suffered burns with charred spots and blackened patches sprinkled all around their clothes. "What have we here! Master Liku! Of all places, I do not expect to meet you here!" Zi Mo barked jeeringly. The elderly man turned, the tails of his teal robes rippling as he spun so quickly with surprise. He looked intently, but for a brief few seconds he could not quite recognize us, although he could feel that the powers of the newcomers were nowhere below
"Very well, boy! For one thousand years, I have never set eyes upon one welcomes Death as much as you! Very well, I yield!" Li Xie, in the guise of a young boy, appeared out of nowhere, his lips curling into a crooked smile. With a wave of his arm, the Flames of the Southern Vermillion Bird were all magically drawn into the voluminous folds of his sleeves as if a vortex was hidden within his crimson-red robes. "Congratulations, Young Master Xiao. I must tender my admiration for your skills and so much more for your courage," Liku Zi's voice resounded from where he stood. He promptly looked at Yu Wenmu beside him and beckoned, "Let us go now, my boy." Zi Mo left the cave quickly with his two companions in tow. With the state of his health failing, Xiao Chen fell into a deep sleep as soon as they had left. It took another further two days of rest until he finally showed signs of recovering. But he was still slumbering came the mo
The forces of the Orthodox Path had been divided into three with Fenglan, Zi Mo and Qingfeng led one of the detachments towards the center of the Ridge where the fighting was the fiercest. Xiao Chen was attacking from the air with the Sword of the Vermilion Bird, sending jets of flames wherever he could with the versatility of the sword's attacks, with Qingluan and Ziyun'er guarding his rear. The battle had barely begun and the defenders of the Sect were beaten back with countless of their Corpse Puppets destroyed or torched and just as many acolytes and disciples dead or wounded. The Great Immortal beheld the catastrophe now befalling the stronghold of his order with a pained grimace on his face. He bit the tip of his lips and spit some Essence Blood on his palm, using it to cast some strange spells. Strange, unnatural winds began to blow and innumerable wraiths materialized, dashing towards Xiao Chen, deflecting the bolts and jets of fire that he cast.
Ta… Ta… Ta… The footsteps reverberated like drums, growing louder and louder as the mysterious person drew closer to the entrance. Everyone tensed like a nocked arrow, keeping their eyes intently on the entrance, trying hard not to blink while waiting for the person to emerge. A gust of cold wind issued from inside the cave, gushing out like a burst of wraiths and apparition that made goose pimples oozed on everyone's skin. Even the sky seemed to darken with flat, dark nimbuses massing overhead. Ta… Ta… Ta… Xiao Chen stifled a shiver as he readied himself to see who it was coming. His heart was shaking with every nerve and muscle in him taut beyond imagination. He could hardly even move. He kept his eyes peeled on the entrance like everyone else and he glimpsed a silhouette surfacing out of the darkness. Everyone's breaths held like forever when the person finally stopped at the entrance of the cave. What remained
"W-what the... IMPOSSIBLE!" From all quarters, the forces of the Orthodox Path or the Corpse Refinery Sect alike, breathes were drawn and shocked and surprised gasps could be heard rising like the rustling a storm. The Xiao Chen who was dead is now standing again! What was more, the wounds on him were healing at a visible and yet unbelievable rate! No one could ever believe their eyes at what was happening. Everyone was astonished; Zuoqiu Yang, Xiaoyue, and the others, especially Xiaoyue. The color of her face seemed to have utterly drained as she felt herself convulsing violently as if she had witnessed her greatest fear coming true... "Junior Brother!" Luo Shangyan screamed, surprised, and exuberant. Beads of tears still hung from the ends of her eyelashes. Yu Yifeng was wearing a bewildered look, flustered beyond words. Xiao Chen got up and walked past them, gently giving them a push to his back, "Stay back." Yu Yifeng recov
The valley rocked endlessly. The surging vital force between heaven and earth went to the valley with great vigor and gathered there. At this moment, Xiao Chen was emitting waves of white radiance like a god descending to the world. Everyone in the valley was struck dumb with amazement. Red Sleeve's expression continually changed, but her eyes still looked quite cold. "How, how is it possible that you..." In mid-air, the Sword of the Vermillion Bird also started to vibrate, whistling continuously. Xiao Chen's eyes were as bright as lightning. He stretched out and caught the Sword of the Vermillion Bird that flew toward him. By moving his feet a little, he instantly arrived before Red Sleeve. "Whoosh!" The whole body of the Sword of the Vermillion Bird directly passed through her chest, bringing out a long string of spurting blood. This sword strike was so fast that everyone could not see it at all. Since this sword strike had gathered the Yang Qi between