Chapter 126: Saving the Arrogant, Ruthless Blood Hunter 21

Just as Jin Chen and the two entered the cave.

Chu Tang drew his blade to fight Chu Yun, originally thinking it would be easy to subude him.

After all, Chu Yun had been spoiled since childhood, never learning the Blood Realm's self-defense techniques and martial arts; but after a few moves, he sensed something was off.

Chu Tang gathered his internal power in his palm and thrust it violently at Chu Yun's chest, but was repelled by his vigorous force, his breath suddenly disrupted, and he retreated a few steps.

He frowned in disbelief; Chu Tang used a finger to wipe the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"How could this be..."

"What's wrong with you?" Lien asked.

"This person is problematic…… He was originally dead, but after coming back to life he became this strange, his aura is like…… that black shadow!"

Chu Tang figured out the crux of it.

That's right; he originally thought the Soul-Enticing Bell's undulation was so great because they were near the cave, but he never imagined the murderer stood right before his eyes.

"Black shadow?"

"The person who looks exactly like Lanselot!"

Lien also became wary.

"Who exactly are you?"

"I am the one who came to take your lives."

The black shadow seemingly had no intention of hiding his identity; his pupils instantly turned black, and he gave a faint, wooden smile.

"Dreaming!"

From the moment Chu Tang knew this person was the murderer, he had already fallen into the resolve to seek vengeance; his parents' faces kept flashing in his mind, making his emotions ever more frenzied.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and charged forward again.

"Hey! Be careful!"

Lien was astonished that this human youth, upon seeing the black shadow, was even more agitated than himself.

"I'll help you!"

Suppressing the power within him that had not yet recovered and was suddenly surging, Lien seized the opportunity and teamed up with Chu Tang to deal with the black shadow.

"Overestimating oneself."

The black shadow gave a low chuckle twice, his eyes filled with contempt.

His movements were strange; he continually dodged the incoming short blades, then seized the moment, raised his hand and unleashed black mist, squarely striking Chu Tang.

The black mist was like a venomous snake; upon touching the skin it instantly caused a burning pain, making one wish to cut out a piece of flesh.

Before Chu Tang could react, the black shadow suddenly vanished on the spot, turning into smoke; as Chu Tang turned his head to search, it reappeared behind him, striking his back with an outstretched hand.

Chu Tang was flung to the ground by an immensely powerful force, rolling several times before barely stopping; he violently spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling his organs squeezed, agony extreme.

Even Lien was affected by the residual force.

His face looked grim, unable to believe it.

Such power is rarely seen even in the Dark Party, yet it is in no way inferior to that of his ruthless father.

Houston and the two returned to this place just then.

"Tangtang!"

Jin Chen helped the youth up, wiped the blood from his lips, furrowed his brows deeply, and his eyes filled with pity and heartache.

"Kill him."

Chu Tang leaned in Jin Chen's embrace, voice trembling, face deathly pale: "Jin Chen…… kill him!"

"Alright, kill him, I'll follow your lead."

Jin Chen gently wiped the grime from Chu Tang's face.

Then he rose, looking toward the black shadow fighting Houston.

His towering figure drew nearer, exuding immense pressure; his moss-green peach-blossom eyes flashed with a dark glint, surging with a suffocating killing intent.

"Houston, step aside."

Jin Chen spoke coldly, full of killing intent, rushed forward, and swung his arm.

Punch to flesh, Spiritual Power straight toward the soul.

The power he used was not that of his original body, Lanselot, but his own origin Spiritual Power.

In an instant, the entire dim realm was bathed in golden light; Jin Chen seized the black shadow, standing within it, and behind him a huge illusory hand materialized out of thin air, which he clenched fiercely.

In that instant, the black shadow burst forth with blood like a fountain.

Chu Yun's body completely lost function, unable to stand again.

The black shadow had never witnessed such shocking power; he felt his soul about to be shattered.

Having emerged from Chu Yun's body, he intended to flee, but Jin Chen lightly lifted his hand and pinched him.

His soul was instantly brought under control, unable to move at all.

He was violently flung to the ground, his Spiritual Power turned into blades, slicing and tormenting his soul.

This scene frightened not only the black shadow, but also Houston and Lien.

Lien poked Houston's arm, his tone astonished.

"Your brother…… has made great progress over the past century."

"No wonder he's the first warrior of the Secret Party."

Houston twitched the corner of his mouth.

"How to explain this—I don't even know why Lanselot suddenly gained such great power."

"It's not even something a blood clan could possess."

"But he is undoubtedly my brother."

Xiūsītùn stopped Jin Chen, 'Wait a moment, then kill—ask what's going on with the formation inside.'

The arm that very much wanted to crush the soul paused slightly, and Jin Chen nodded.

'Ask.'

Worried the black shadow might have other tricks, Jin Chen used Spiritual Power as a rope to tightly bind him.

'A reminder: answer well and you'll die a quick death; otherwise I'll torture you until you beg for death.'

Jin Chen's voice lacked any warmth, hearing it made one feel as if plunged into an ice cellar.

The black shadow now felt a soul-deep fear of him; hearing his words, its body trembled slightly, gradually revealing its true form.

'Tangtang, are you okay?'

Jin Chen threw the black shadow to Xiūsītùn, then strode toward Chutang, who was resting by the tree.

'Pain……'

Chutang's eyes were red, she squatted beneath the tree, opened her arms toward Jin Chen, then leaned into his embrace.

'Be good, let me take a look.'

He lifted the torn back clothing over Chutang's most severe wound; at the back of her heart there was a conspicuous black palm print, the surrounding skin ulcerated, red and swollen.

Just looking at it made Jin Chen's heart ache incessantly; he wished he could tear the black shadow into eight pieces.

Besides this wound, Chutang's internal energy was also severely depleted, her body feeling weak.

'How about we stop looking for the spirit pearl? I'll take you back to the castle for treatment.'

Chutang originally wasn't looking for the spirit pearl either; the black shadow had already found it, and as long as he died, her obsession would vanish.

She nodded slightly, rubbing against Jin Chen's neck.

'Good.'

Smelling the soothing agarwood, it seemed the pain had somewhat dissipated.

Unbeknownst to her, she had actually begun to rely on Jin Chen.

Chutang blinked, her nose tingling slightly.

Jin Chen picked up the youth and walked to the place where Xiūsītùn was interrogating.

The black shadow originally also wanted to make a last stand, but Jin Chen also used the Spiritual Power that had bound him to stab into his heart and stir, tearing his flesh apart.

'Cough cough cough…… Don't, I'll speak! I'll speak!'

He curled up on the ground, his body covered in dirt, taking off the brim of his hood.

They erased Lánsīluòtè's face with an illusion, revealing an extremely ugly countenance, a person they all knew well.

Xiūsītùn exclaimed.

'Hèlāgé? You're actually still alive?!'

Jin Chen frowned, recalling this name from the original plot memories.

A traitor of the Secret Party, the maternal brother of Wò'ěrkè's mother, colluded with the Demon Party to wantonly slaughter humans and Secret Party nobles, and for his heinous crimes was sentenced to death.

His punishment was carried out personally by Lánsīluòtè, and many even witnessed it firsthand.

'……Back then I thought I had died just like that, but the chief of the Dark Clan saved me……'

Hèlāgé panted, his breathing painful, as he recalled the past.