Chapter 168: Blood Hand

Zhang Nuo's heart tightened. Just a moment ago, he had transformed his Flying Sword into a Silver Dragon, thinking that by relying on the power of the Flying Sword's spirit-transformation, he could knock away the opponent's Magic Blade. But he had guessed wrong; the power of this giant black blade belonging to the demonic cultivator was still above that of the spirit-transformed Flying Sword.

With a single sweep of the heaven-engulfing Demonic Qi, the giant dragon manifested by the Flying Sword was scattered. Losing its spiritual light, the Flying Sword returned to its original form.

"Hmph! Truly an extraordinary move!"

The demonic cultivator within the Black Blood Mist also saw this scene, but relying on his own cultivation being higher than Zhang Nuo's, he did not pay much heed. With a light roar, the giant Magic Blade flew back into the Black Blood Mist.

Zhang Nuo glanced at the spot below where the Flying Sword and the giant blade had collided, seeing only the residual Spiritual Qi and Demonic Qi still intertwined there, which took a long time to slowly dissipate.

With a movement of his Divine Sense, all the Flying Swords returned to Zhang Nuo's side. Staring at the Black Blood Mist opposite him, Zhang Nuo's heart tightened slightly. It seemed the demonic cultivator opposite was not only higher in cultivation than him, but even the Blood Mist he unleashed was incomparably powerful.

With the demonic cultivator hidden inside the Blood Mist, his Divine Sense could not detect the true position at all. Launching an attack rashly would only be a waste of effort.

Just as Zhang Nuo was pondering, the dozen-or-so-zhang-wide Black Blood Mist rolled and actually charged toward Zhang Nuo at extreme speed. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes; he had never imagined that such a large Blood Mist could move so quickly.

At the same time the Black Blood Mist charged at him, hundreds of black Kuluotou began to condense on its surface. Each of these Kuluotou was half a foot in size, and the sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling resounded through the entire sky the moment they appeared. A sense of murderous aura made Zhang Nuo feel horrified.

"Whoosh!"

A dozen or so black Kuluotou shot toward Zhang Nuo almost at the same time. They opened their large mouths, spitting out black Demonic Qi, looking extremely terrifying.

Retreating rapidly, Zhang Nuo pointed his hands repeatedly, and the nine Flying Swords in front of him transformed into nine White Threads, carving countless arcs in mid-air and smashing all the incoming black Kuluotou to pieces!

For a moment, the mid-air was filled with swirling black Qi, flashing white light, and continuous ghost wails!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Another dozen or so sounds of breaking through the air arrived. At the same time, the black Kuluotou pounced toward Zhang Nuo like raindrops. With no time to think, Zhang Nuo moved his Divine Sense, and the nine Flying Swords in mid-air left behind streaks of afterimages, clashing with the numerous Kuluotou pouncing from the front.

Just at this moment, a red Kuluotou flew toward Zhang Nuo at extreme speed, like a streak of red light.

"Hmm!"

Zhang Nuo's Divine Sense quickly captured it, and he let out a soft exclamation. He had not expected that among the numerous Kuluotou, such a fellow was hidden. It seemed all the previous black Kuluotou were just a diversion, and only this one was the true killing blow!

The speed of the red Kuluotou was very fast; in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of Zhang Nuo. The demonic cultivator inside the Black Blood Mist saw this scene, and a cold sneer appeared on his face!

This blood-colored Kuluotou was formed from his own vital blood, and the power contained within it went without saying. As long as Zhang Nuo was hit by this move, he would certainly have no power to resist! At that time, wouldn't he be at his mercy!

Just as the cold sneer on the demonic cultivator's face had not yet faded, a zhang-long cyan streak of light suddenly erupted in front of Zhang Nuo, forcefully shattering the red Kuluotou.

The demonic cultivator was startled. Looking over, he saw that in Zhang Nuo's hand, a cyan Wu Hook had appeared at some unknown time. This Wu Hook radiated cyan light throughout its body, and Spiritual Qi flowed incessantly on its surface. It looked as if it had erupted with such a powerful attack in an instant.

Zhang Nuo's chest heaved slightly; it had been dangerous to the extreme just now. If he had been even a moment slower, he would have been struck by the red Kuluotou. A murderous intent flashed deep in his pupils; he was truly angered this time. If this stalemate continued, it would become increasingly disadvantageous for him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Nuo suddenly let out a long whistle. At the same time, the Spiritual Qi in his body erupted, and as his hands pointed repeatedly, nine Dharma techniques broke through the air and vanished into the nine Flying Swords in mid-air in a flash.

Immediately, these Flying Swords emitted a long, sharp cry. After several transformations, they actually turned into nine silver giant dragons, baring fangs and brandishing claws, with the sounds of dragon roars rising one after another.

"Slash!"

Zhang Nuo let out a low shout! The moment the word "slash" left his mouth, the nine zhang-long silver giant dragons danced across the sky, sweeping toward the Black Blood Mist!

With all nine dragons moving in unison, even the demonic cultivator in the Blood Mist could not help but gasp. Was the kid in front of him really just a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage cultivator? Such a massive attack was something even a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator might not necessarily be able to unleash.

No sooner said than done! The nine silver dragons descended as if from the heavens, charging onto the Blood Mist with lightning speed. Dragon roars, sounds of breaking air, and collision sounds—countless noises became entangled with the Black Blood Mist.

In the blink of an eye, the dozen-or-so-zhang-wide patch of Blood Mist was scattered by the nine giant dragons. The demonic cultivator's body leaped high out of the Blood Mist. Before he could make his next move, a cyan streak of light shot out from Zhang Nuo's hand, whistling as it slashed toward him.

Seeing the Blood Mist had been scattered by the nine dragons and the demonic cultivator had nowhere to hide, Zhang Nuo immediately went for the kill! If he missed this excellent opportunity, it would be difficult to kill the opponent again!

The demonic cultivator had just been suspended in mid-air when he saw the cyan streak attacking. He was greatly alarmed! With a violent shake of his hand, the previous black Magic Blade broke through the air.

Although it was launched in a moment of crisis, the small blade still possessed great force, and even the air trembled wherever it passed!

With a loud "Boom!", the cyan streak and the Magic Blade collided. In the blink of an eye, the cyan light scattered, breaking into specks of light.

The nine silver dragons also exhausted their power from the previous charge and returned to the appearance of Flying Swords, once again circling around Zhang Nuo.

Although this strike failed to kill the demonic cultivator, it still scared him into a cold sweat! Zhang Nuo held the Wu Hook, a cold sneer appearing on his face, but his sneer did not last long; the next moment, a bizarre scene occurred.

He saw that the Black Blood Mist beneath the demonic cultivator's body, which had been scattered by the nine giant dragons, was gathering at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, it became exactly as it was before!

The demonic cultivator above just glanced at Zhang Nuo with contempt, then his figure once again escaped into the Blood Mist.

Cold sweat appeared on Zhang Nuo's forehead. The opponent's Blood Mist was too bizarre; it could reassemble even after being scattered. By this calculation, one could only see the demonic cultivator's true body the moment the Blood Mist was scattered; at other times, there was no way to know where the true body was hiding in the Blood Mist.

"Blood Mist?"

Suddenly, Zhang Nuo's heart stirred. He was cultivating Red Glow Fire in his body, a type of fire that lived specifically by burning blood. He wondered if it would have any effect on the demonic cultivator's Black Blood Mist!

However, observing the black Blood Mist, it was not composed entirely of blood; there should be many other things mixed in the middle.

"Try it first!"

Now Zhang Nuo was grasping at straws, treating a dead horse as if it were alive. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and a ball of red flame was spat out.

The demonic cultivator in the black blood cloud immediately widened his eyes in shock upon seeing this. Zhang Nuo had just spat fire from his mouth, which meant that in the opponent's body, he had refined some kind of fire!

"This is impossible!"

The demonic cultivator was terrified. This was something only a Golden Core Cultivator could do; how could a kid at the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage manage it?

The moment he was surprised, Zhang Nuo pointed solemnly at the ball of Red Glow Fire in front of him. Immediately, with a soft "boom" in the firelight, a line of fire, like an arm-thick fire snake, charged toward the Black Blood Mist.

The demonic cultivator inside the Black Blood Mist frowned slightly. With his Divine Sense activated, a black Kuluotou, a full foot in size, quickly condensed on the surface of the Blood Mist. It flashed and vanished, then opened its large mouth and pounced toward the direction from which the Red Glow Fire was attacking.

"Whoosh!"

There was no overly violent collision sound. As soon as the Red Glow Fire touched the black Kuluotou, it wrapped around and trapped it. However, to Zhang Nuo's disappointment, the Red Glow Fire had no lethal effect on the Kuluotou condensed from the Black Blood Mist. He saw the black Kuluotou's body shake, and it scattered the Red Glow Fire.

Originally, this Red Glow Fire was used by Zhang Nuo specifically for Body Refining and had almost no attack power itself. Facing the strong offensive of the black Kuluotou, it naturally could not withstand even a single move.

"Haha! So it was just a bluff!"

Inside the Blood Mist, the demonic cultivator laughed loudly. Now he could kill Zhang Nuo without any worries. Since the fire the opponent cultivated in his body had no attack power at all, he could completely ignore its existence.

Zhang Nuo's expression sank slightly, and he kept thinking of ways in his heart. Facing a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator, he felt fear for the first time! Just at this moment, the demonic cultivator in the Blood Mist seemed to have activated some secret technique. The entire Blood Mist surged and rolled, and bursts of ear-piercing ghost wails made one's spine go cold.

"Let you kid taste the flavor of this Young Master's 'Blood Hand'!"

After a roar from within the Blood Mist, countless blood-colored arms began to grow from its surface. These arms were the same as a normal person's, only the entire body was condensed from Blood Mist. Zhang Nuo's Divine Sense swept over, and he was immediately shocked to see that there were hundreds of dense Blood Hands!

"Not good!"

He muttered to himself. Zhang Nuo dared not linger. With a movement of his Divine Sense, all the Flying Swords returned to his side. At the same time, the Flying Magic Tool under his feet flashed with spiritual light, and he fled rapidly toward the rear!

"Want to leave? Too late!"

The demonic cultivator let out a roar, and with his Divine Sense fully unleashed, over a hundred Blood Hands reached out simultaneously, grabbing toward Zhang Nuo's body at an extremely fast speed.

Although the Blood Hands were not large, their speed of extension was astonishingly fast; in an instant, several of them lunged at Zhang Nuo's back, and without even turning his head, he locked his Divine Sense onto one Blood Hand and slashed through the air with a Flying Sword, only to hear a 'swish' sound as the Blood Hand was severed, turning into specks of blood-colored light that drifted away into the heavens and earth!