thefictionvixens Chapter 160 Traitors, Internal Strife
Chapter 160 Traitors, Internal Strife
Chapter 160 Traitors, Internal Strife
Dark clouds rolled in, stripping away all five senses, leaving only darkness all around.
There was no sound, no taste, and no breathing or heartbeat.
The only thing Mordi still retained was his capacity for thought.
The sword has vanished, but one thing is certain: it is still stabbing towards us.
"This must be the effect of divine will. Divine will is truly wondrous."
After a brief moment of reflection, Mo Di's killing intent surged within him in an instant.
The incomplete awakened weapon "Crimson Blood Mist" is revealed.
A bright red spot suddenly appeared, making the darkness before him no longer pure, and allowing his vision to return.
Dead spot, spotted.
Although he had no vision and couldn't even see his own body, Modi still issued the command to move his arm. Guided by his intuition, or sixth sense, he felt something and gave the command to crush the dead point without hesitation.
A soft cracking sound rang out, and the surrounding darkness receded like the tide, revealing the entire Su family compound once again.
Modi stretched out his arm, clasped his hands together, and held tightly a rapidly dissipating fragment.
The first thing he saw was an old face etched with shock and deep wrinkles.
Wan Canghai's eyes reflected his chillingly cold smile, and he looked slightly dazed, still not recovered from the shock of disbelief.
He couldn't believe that someone could ignore his divine will and break free from the state of losing all five senses on their own.
Even more unbelievable was that the Moyun Sword, which had been with him for many years and had accumulated seven layers of divine energy, could be shattered with a single squeeze.
The seven layers of divine energy, along with the divine weapon, shattered, resulting in an exceptionally severe backlash.
Almost instantly, a sharp pain swept through his mind.
It's like having your scalp ripped open, your skull smashed, exposing the underlying cerebral cortex, and then someone grabs a handful of salt and sprinkles it on top.
The pain was unbearable.
Wan Canghai's face was contorted in pain as he clenched his teeth, almost grinding them to pieces.
Suppressing the pain, he turned around, intending to get away from the dangerous red-robed Taoist.
However, the blood mist that had appeared around him at some unknown time affected his senses, making him unable to distinguish front from back and causing confusion about his sense of direction.
Temperatures plummeted, and extreme cold spread.
His body became sluggish, and his mind became muddled.
Turning his head, Wan Canghai took two steps on his knees and saw a red figure appear in front of him. He thought for two seconds before he realized what was happening.
"you......!
"Judging from your clothes, they're similar to Zhao Chenfeng's. You must be an elder of the Azure Nether Palace, or perhaps even the Palace Master, but so what?"
Modi's mocking voice rang out, audible both inside and outside the blood mist.
"I found some interesting evidence at the Zhao family residence, concerning the imperial court and the Qingming Palace. Would you like to know?"
Upon hearing the word "imperial court," Wan Canghai seemed to be stimulated by something, quickly calming down and becoming much clearer-headed. He roared:
"You evil Taoist, stop spouting nonsense!" He gathered his true energy, channeled it into his palm, and moved it through his fingertips.
With fingers joined together to form a sword, the sword fingers slanted from the lower left to the upper right, shooting out a long, continuous sword aura several meters wide.
Mo Di remained calm and composed, simply extending his right hand to grasp the sword energy, and continued:
"The Azure Nether Palace had long ago reached an agreement with the imperial court, betraying Hidden Sword Peak. The Zhao family and Zhao Chenfeng were the bridge between the two sides."
In reality, he hadn't collected any evidence; he was just trying to extort the elders.
The only thing he was certain of was that the Zhao family belonged to the imperial court, while the situation of the Qingming Palace was unclear.
However, judging from the old man's behavior, he felt that he was probably right.
The sound of porcelain shattering rang out; it was the sword energy that had been crushed at its weak point and shattered.
At the same time, the others in the blood mist also heard his words, their expressions changed, and they tacitly moved away from the two elders belonging to the Azure Nether Palace.
The two elders of the Azure Nether Palace opened their mouths, seemingly trying to explain or make excuses.
But from the depths of the blood mist, a familiar, aged voice rang out again.
"You saw through me! Make your move!"
That was none other than Wan Canghai's voice.
The two Qingming Palace elders' expressions changed again, turning ferocious as they unleashed their Divine Qi Realm power, wielding two divine weapons to slash at the other elders.
"You, you actually betrayed the imperial court?!" Before Bai Zhanfeng could react, an elder severed his left arm.
The sword energy adhered to the wound, hindering the regeneration of the severed arm.
The excruciating pain brought him to his senses, and he hurriedly parried the elder's sword strikes.
"Don't be fooled by him, everyone! That voice just now came from a demonic Taoist priest!"
Amidst the blood mist, Wan Canghai shouted anxiously, but it was clearly too late.
The two elders, whose identities had been exposed, had no way to turn back and could only grit their teeth and continue fighting, wondering to themselves why they had made that choice.
They quickly put this doubt aside, their breathing rapid, their eyes bloodshot, focused solely on fighting the other elders.
Whether it was the two elders of the Azure Nether Palace or the other elders, they were all in a bloodthirsty frenzy, seemingly forgetting their original purpose.
"Something's not right." Suddenly, Bai Zhanfeng snapped to attention and shouted, "Everyone be careful! The blood mist can cloud our judgment, making us impulsive and belligerent!"
"Beware of the remnants of the Feast Cult; they are surely planning a sneak attack."
It took two reminders to bring the elders to their senses, and the swords separated at the last moment.
For a time, both sides tacitly agreed to a ceasefire.
The two elders of the Azure Nether Palace stood back to back, their eyes wary.
Scattered around them were varying numbers of Hidden Sword Peak elders, equally vigilant, wary of both the two of them and of any enemies that might emerge from the blood mist at any moment.
Bai Zhanfeng's face was grim. He felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat, being led by the nose ever since he entered the room.
He had never even formally fought against the evil Taoist.
After dispelling the sword energy from the wound and reattaching the severed arm, Bai Zhanfeng said in a deep voice:
"We've been toying with that evil Taoist all along. Perhaps we should first find a way to escape this blood mist."
Even though the Styx Taoist helped them find the traitor, it doesn't mean they can turn enemies into friends.
Especially since they are still in this blood mist, as long as they cannot leave, they are at a disadvantage in every situation.
"Sure, but you have to..."
An elder from the Azure Nether Palace was interrupted by the sound of a biting wind halfway through his sentence.
A round object flew from the depths of the blood mist. The elder's eyes sharpened, and he leaped to catch it.
As he landed, he looked closely and realized that it was Wan Canghai's head.
The old man's face was flushed red, as if he had suffered a great humiliation before being chopped off.
Moving your gaze upwards, you can see a bow on the head, which, combined with the head's expression, makes it look both eerie and comical.
"Have you seen enough?" Wan Canghai's mouth opened and closed, emitting a hoarse voice, as if he was suffering greatly. "I've seen enough. Hurry up and help me recover."
Even if only the head remains, a cultivator at the Divine Astral Realm who has achieved great mastery of divine will can survive for a period of time and use that time to regenerate their body.
With help, the body can recover even faster.
The elder, holding the severed head in his hands, twitched his lips, revealing an expression of wanting to laugh but not daring to. He poured his own true essence into the head to help it recover quickly.
After two or three breaths, the head remained unchanged, as if the true energy infused by the elder had no effect at all.
"?" The elder was surprised and, as if he didn't believe it, increased the amount of true energy he poured in.
Everything was as before, and the head remained unchanged.
"What's going on?" Wan Canghai asked, puzzled. "I can feel true energy flowing in, and I can also feel it being depleted, but why hasn't my body recovered?"
"I'll give it a try."
Another elder from the Azure Nether Palace took the head and infused it with his own true essence.
Ten breaths later, the elder's face turned red, and he had no choice but to cut off the transmission of true essence. He was panting heavily, as if he had just experienced a great battle.
"No, the area below your neck is like the legendary Ruins of Return; no matter how much true energy is poured into it, it will be of no use."
The elder lowered his head, the flush on his face faded, and his expression turned grim.
Wan Canghai seemed to have thought of something and said with certainty, "That evil Taoist priest, it must be that evil Taoist priest."
"He just poked my chest cavity with his finger, and my whole body shattered like porcelain from the spot where he stabbed me. If I hadn't severed my own head and used my true energy to send it out, my head would probably have been destroyed like my body."
"Even my divine weapon, the 'Ink Cloud Sword,' was shattered by him using the same attack; the weapon didn't even last as long as my body."
After hearing his account, the elders looked solemn.
This attack method, capable of shattering a target with a single blow, is unheard of.
The key point is that it can actually destroy divine weapons.
They all knew how tough the divine weapon was.
Destroying a divine weapon with seven layers of divine energy with a single, simple strike is something that only a legendary grandmaster could accomplish.
"Could that be the effect of the demonic cultivator's divine will?"
Bai Zhanfeng muttered to himself when suddenly a gust of wind rushed towards him. He instinctively raised his sword, trying to block the attack.
Wan Canghai's words came to mind, and he quickly sheathed his sword, unleashing a series of sword energies to block in front of him.
Ding ding ding.
The sounds of swords clashing rang out continuously, interspersed with a few cracking sounds.
A streak of cyan sword light darted and weaved, moving among the sword energies and destroying them one by one.
"The Art of Sword Control, Nine Layers of Divine Power!"
A sharp-eyed elder noticed that the cyan sword light was encircled by nine scarlet rings, demonstrating that it possessed nine layers of divine energy.
A divine weapon with nine layers of divine power, the next step is a celestial divine weapon.
This means that the master of divine weapons is only one step away from the Grandmaster realm.
Upon realizing this, all the elders present, including Wan Canghai, whose head was the only remaining part of him, turned ashen-faced.
The opponent's blood mist technique is bizarre enough; it not only isolates the inner and outer spaces but also corrodes the human body.
Now, with the addition of these nine layers of divine weapons, the pressure on their shoulders is undoubtedly even greater.
Bai Zhanfeng gritted his teeth and swung his Xuan Tie longsword, unleashing streaks of sword energy. But it was all in vain, and he could only watch helplessly as the sword energy dissipated one by one.
The other elders attacked together, but they only used sword energy to fight and dared not step forward to exchange blows.
The sword energy acted like a cage, completely surrounding the azure sword light and constantly compressing its space to move.
"It's about to succeed." An elder beamed with joy, but said disdainfully, "So what if it's at the ninth level of Divine Qi? With our combined efforts, it's nothing more than a caged beast."
The last word had barely been uttered when a sudden change occurred.