Chapter 279

There was indeed a figure beside him, with veins and bones, but blurry and lacking facial features, like a peeled alien; at first glance it gave him a fright.

Heng Xian stared blankly for a long time before he could barely accept it.

This strange avatar is likely due to my realm being too low, causing my spiritual power control to be imprecise when I move.

After thinking, he extended a finger and poked it; it could go in, but there was resistance—it wasn't flesh and blood, existing between the virtual and the real.

With a thought, his consciousness covered it.

He could use this strange avatar to unleash all his abilities.

This feeling is very peculiar!

He calmed himself and shouted, "Return!"

The avatar dissipated on its own.

He drew a gray-iron sword, moved again, and shouted, "Separate!"

The "peeled-skin avatar" appeared again, and a sword likewise appeared in its hand.

"Interesting."

Heng Xian felt somewhat excited; the so-called Fate Opportunity was nothing more than this.

Moreover, this shows there are many clever people in the world; if Jiang Wuya obtained this avatar technique, who among peers of the same realm could be his match?

"Ah——"

Just then, a shrill scream suddenly came from outside, sounding as if it came from the throat, extremely hoarse and painful.

Heng Xian immediately recalled the avatar, and with a flash he left the room.

At that moment the outside sky was overcast, a fine drizzle falling, but it was clearly early morning.

In other words, he absorbed the Spiritual Mushroom for a full afternoon and an entire night.

"There are still two days left!"

Heng Xian muttered to himself and looked toward the source of the sound.

He saw a complex of buildings with intricate terrain, surrounded by many gray-clad and blue-clad humanoid monsters converging, as if someone were being besieged.

"Ah……"

Then two more cries of agony came over.

Heng Xian tapped his foot, his figure flickering, swiftly darting past the gray-clad and blue-clad monsters to reach a rooftop.

Looking down, he saw that the rooftops of the courtyard had been completely lifted off, and nine male and female disciples from various sects were being besieged by hundreds of gray-clad and blue-clad monsters and a white-clad person.

On the ground lay three sect disciples, hacked almost beyond human shape.

Among those nine disciples, eight formed a circle around a red-robed youth, who held in his arms a cabbage-sized three-colored Spiritual Mushroom.

While retreating, the person holding the mushroom angrily shouted, "Hold them off, hold them off!"

The remaining eight fought desperately.

However, the humanoid monsters were simply too many, and with no suitable terrain, the nine could hardly escape alive.

At this moment the red-robed youth feigned a stumble, using his arms to push two people outward.

The dense horde of humanoid monsters instantly surrounded those two and hacked them down with chaotic blades.

"Senior Brother Long, you…" the two stared in disbelief, wanting to block but utterly exhausted, unable to resist; just as they were about to fly away on their swords, five blue-clad monsters leaping three zhang high savagely chopped them to death.

Their deaths bought the remaining seven some time to escape; the seven dared not fly through the air, lest they become live targets for the flying blue-clad monsters and the white-clad person, so they could only push northward all the way.

However, after running just thirty meters, they were surrounded again.

The red-robed youth's face bulged with veins as he glanced around the other six men and women, weighing the pros and cons, then kicked a white-clad female disciple away: "Junior Sister Su, help block them!"

That "Junior Sister Su" was a slender, soft-featured girl; kicked away, she could not dodge, and instantly her face turned pale: "Long Mu, you… how dare you treat me like this…"

"How would I not dare? You're just a pretentious lowlife, always fawning over Senior Brother Shen Kai, thinking I don't know what you're up to—perhaps Senior Brother Shen Kai has already grown tired of playing with you."

The red-robed youth said this, then, together with the five others beside him whose expressions were complex, he forced a break through the encirclement and fled straight toward the distance.

Meanwhile, that "Junior Sister Su" instantly faced a siege by hundreds of humanoid monsters.

On the rooftop, Heng Xian suddenly flew into a rage, donned his mask, and the aura of his Qi Hai Realm Ninth Level surged to its peak; the Primeval Sword Saint True Body's aura manifested as thick sword qi that swirled around him and did not dissipate. With a flash, he carried that powerful aura toward the white-clad girl, and even while still in midair he unleashed eighteen consecutive sword strikes.

"Boom——"

The over a hundred gray-clad and blue-clad monsters besieging the white-clad girl were instantly flung away, crashing in a clatter.

"Bang——"

Heng Xian crashed heavily to the ground, his gray-iron sword tracing a mysterious arc as he unleashed nine more swords.

"'The Nine Luminaries Geng Killing Technique' unfolded like a river flowing backward, nine huge white bolts flashing out."

"Boom——"

The entire courtyard instantly turned into ruins; the dozens of blue-clad monsters and the white-clad person coming head-on were chopped to pieces.

Beside her, the white-clad girl's right hand gripping the sword and left hand forming a seal froze in midair, and she was stunned.

Heng Xian exhaled, turned and scooped her up sideways, then, taking advantage of the moment when the white-clad person and the blue-clad monsters revived, he tapped his foot and rushed straight toward the group of the red-robed youth.

The white-clad girl in his arms finally reacted, struggling fiercely: "Let me go!"

"'Shut up, I don't even know you?' Heng Xian shouted."

The white-clad girl stared for a moment, examined him closely, then suddenly threw her arms around Heng Xian, holding him tight as tears poured down: "My lord!"

It was indeed Heng Xian's maid, Su Wan'er!

To meet her here was beyond Heng Xian's expectation, but the red-robed youth's conduct exceeded his limits of tolerance.

He held Su Wan'er, his figure darting swiftly; after a few leaps he reached a rooftop, looked down, and saw the red-robed youth and his six companions sprinting madly down an alley.

He gently set Su Wan'er down, signaled her to stay still, then flashed his figure and, from above, pursued the six.

The six red-clad youths constantly watched the movements behind them; upon hearing the whooshing sound from above, they involuntarily looked up, and seeing that cat-faced mask, they were all startled.

Meanwhile, Heng Xian gripped his sword with his right hand, rolled forth a vast, unmatched sword qi, and thrust a single sword toward the red-robed youth.

Sword qi like a rainbow, howling as it arrived, killing intent thick as substance, firmly locking a ten-zhang radius; before the sword arrived, bricks and tiles flew up together.

The six people's faces drastically changed; that Hong Pao Qing Nian's face turned even more deathly pale, his body tensed, his pupils constricted.

However he himself was also an eighth-layer Qi Hai Realm cultivator; dodging was too late, so he simply took the Spiritual Mushroom from his bosom, gripped his sword to meet the attack, and shouted loudly: "You aren't a Silver-clad Monster—what are you then……"

Just as the word "person" was half-spoken, Heng Xian's sword gleam had already arrived; at the instant of contact, Hong Pao Qing Nian's heart was like dead ash.

He couldn't block it; the gap was too great!

"Bang!"

The spiritual sword in his hand snapped, his body was cleaved into two halves, falling cleanly to the ground, his viscera scattered everywhere; the two halves of his body did not die immediately, desperately crawling and twitching.

The remaining five were terrified to the point of death, frightened into not daring to move.

Heng Xian landed on the ground, took the Storage Bag from Hong Pao Qing Nian's corpse, didn't even glance at the remaining five, tapped his foot and rushed toward the rooftop.

Su Wan'er had been waiting, tears still wet on her face; seeing him return, she hurried forward to greet him: "Young Master!"

Heng Xian glanced at her left shoulder and back wound, asking: "How are your injuries?"

Su Wan'er shook her head, tears streaming down again: "Seeing the Young Master, even if my injuries are worse, it's fine."

"Too corny!" Heng Xian flicked her forehead, "Find a place, I'll heal your wounds."

(End of chapter)