Chapter 466: Rolling Dragon Wall Rolls Over the Whole Body

The proprietress had not yet figured out what was happening when her body seemed to be struck by a massive force; she spat blood and flew horizontally, like a giant cannonball, emitting a whistling sound as she went.

Seeing that she was about to crash into the mountain cliff behind her, Xie Ling's figure blurred and he appeared behind the proprietress.

He reached out his arms, pressed his palms against her back, and stomped his feet firmly into the ground, attempting to neutralize her momentum.

It was a pity, however, that the proprietress's frame was truly too massive, and with Yu Liancheng adding fuel to the fire, her horizontal momentum was unstoppable. Even though this Tenth Demon of Northern Mang was exerting his full strength, the ground beneath his feet shattered and was plowed into a long, deep trench, yet her momentum did not cease. Finally, with a loud boom, the two of them crashed into a section of the cliff face; rubble tumbled down and dust filled the air, obscuring their figures.

Before long, there was another commotion from the cliff, and Xie Ling, covered in dust and bloodied, walked out from the rubble, holding the proprietress in his arms.

Xie Ling looked down at the proprietress in his arms; she was on the verge of death, also looking at Xie Ling.

Most of the proprietress's chest cavity had collapsed. She seemed to want to reach out to stroke Xie Ling's cheek, but her chubby hand fell heavily halfway there.

She was dead.

And that Tenth Demon, Xie Ling, who had killed countless people and made many experts in the Edo turn pale at the mention of his name, knelt on the ground with blood-red eyes, actually shedding two lines of blood-tears. He held the proprietress's corpse tightly, tilted his head back, and let out a beastly roar that pierced the eardrums; the cliff shook, shedding a great deal of dust.

No matter who it was, they could feel that profound sorrow.

Murong Wuzhu bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, her beautiful eyes slightly reddened; she was actually somewhat moved.

"Idiot," Yu Liancheng rolled his eyes. "For scum like this, dying a hundred times, a thousand times, is what they deserve. At a time like this, one should be clapping and cheering."

Then he began to clap on his own, loudly praising: "Well died, well died."

Xie Ling suddenly raised his head, his pair of scarlet eyes staring fixedly at Yu Liancheng.

Murong Wuzhu stood beside Yu Liancheng. When the other party's gaze swept over, she immediately felt a chill strike her heart and couldn't help but take two steps back. She bit her lip, then tremblingly stepped forward two steps, standing behind Yu Liancheng.

Then they heard the Demon Xie Ling say in a hoarse voice: "True, the evil martial arts I practice require one to consume a hundred human hearts at the very beginning. I am guilty of heinous crimes and deserve to go to hell, never to be reincarnated. She aided the tyrant in his oppression, and she deserved to die too. But have you never killed the innocent? Have your hands never been stained with blood?"

Yu Liancheng looked down at his own hands and sighed lightly: "In this life of mine, although I cannot say I have killed countless people, the number of innocents who have died by my hands is not a small amount."

He then grinned, a hint of chilling intent appearing: "It is a pity, whether it be Northern Mang or Liyang, in the Edo or the imperial court, it is nothing more than the strong preying on the weak. Edo disciples die in the Edo; who will come to take this fine head of mine? If I die, I allow you to sing and dance, haha."

"You are certainly frank." Xie Ling lowered his head and kissed his lady on the forehead, then wiped her wide-open, staring eyes, and stood up. His eerie scarlet eyes looked gloomily at Yu Liancheng: "I don't like taking people's heads, but I can use my fingers to peel open your chest, and I guarantee you can see your own heart beating while you are still alive."

"Stop bragging." Yu Liancheng opened his hands and counted: "People as 'tough' as you, the ones who have died by my hands, tsk tsk... are countless."

Xie Ling roared in anger and pounded his chest heavily with both fists. With him as the center, countless fine cracks appeared on the ground within a radius of one zhang.

At the same time, a blood mist filled the air. He self-mutilated over three hundred of his Qi-sea acupoints; countless threads of blood soaked through his clothes and burst out of his body, yet they were scattered without being chaotic, eventually condensing into six scarlet, swimming snakes the thickness of a thumb. They slithered incessantly in the air, ready to devour anyone.

"Die!!"

Amidst a roar of anger, Xie Ling charged forward with long strides. Wherever he passed, wind and sand churned. His current strength was more than double what it was before.

In the blink of an eye, the Demon Xie Ling appeared before Yu Liancheng and threw dozens of punches in an instant. Each one had the power to topple a city wall. Meanwhile, the six blood-red snakes darted out, whipping and lashing, baring their fangs.

Although he had been wounded by the First Demon, Luoyang, and his realm had plummeted, he was, after all, a First-Rank Expert; his foundation remained. Now that he had brought out his trump card, he was unstoppable.

Of course, Xie Ling could also see that Yu Liancheng was a First-Rank Expert. Therefore, even though he attacked in a rage, he kept three parts of his strength in reserve, his spine arched, ready to flee at any moment.

However, with a flick of Yu Liancheng's sleeve, all of Xie Ling's offensive momentum was neutralized.

Bang!!

Then, a fist magnified before his eyes.

This punch was not fast, as if it were advancing inch by inch.

But the Qi-field locked him firmly in place, and the fist's momentum was surging; the surrounding air swept in like flowing water, squeezing his body and making it difficult for him to escape.

For a moment, the Demon Xie Ling felt a sudden, immense sense of crisis.

This sense of crisis was even more intense than during his battle with Luoyang.

Xie Ling blocked with his arms, but soon the sound of bones breaking rang out. Ignoring the pain, he urged the six blood snakes to move, but these six blood snakes were also crushed in an instant.

Under the impact of the surging fist force, Xie Ling flew backward, spitting blood, just like the proprietress before him.

However, his strength and experience were more formidable and seasoned than the proprietress's.

Xie Ling forcibly condensed the scattered, downy-like Qi in his chest, twisted his waist, and stomped his toes fiercely on the ground, intending to use the force of Yu Liancheng's punch to escape.

There is an old saying: as long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about firewood.

As long as he cultivated that secret manual to its peak, whether it was Luoyang or this person before him, he would have the chance to take revenge in the future.

However, having only fled a distance of ten-odd zhang, Xie Ling's figure suddenly froze, unable to move.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the calm and composed Yu Liancheng.

His whole body trembled, and fine wounds appeared on his skin; boiling blood gushed out, dyeing his clothes red and soaking them. The corners of his mouth twitched as if enduring great pain, and his scarlet eyes held a trace of confusion. His lips seemed to move, but no sound could be heard at all.

For the dead, Yu Liancheng was always very generous, and he explained:

"Do you know about the Old Sword God Li Chungang's Rolling Dragon Wall? Sword Qi rolls along the ground, sweeping back and forth. Sometimes I wonder, if the Rolling Dragon Wall didn't roll on the ground, but rolled on a person's body, what would that power be like? You are very lucky to be able to taste this flavor."

Having said that, he turned around and reached out to cover Murong Wuzhu's eyes: "Good child, don't look."

Then a series of shrill screams rang out, like the wailing of a night crow. Soon, a mass of bloody, mangled flesh appeared on the ground, as if it were the prototype of a death by a thousand cuts.

"Honestly, I clearly wanted to be a good person." Yu Liancheng sighed lightly, then immediately cheered up: "But slaughtering a demon like this can be considered as building a seven-story pagoda; I am still a good person after all."

Murong Wuzhu pouted and looked at Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng naturally knew what she was thinking; he rubbed his nose and chuckled: "Extremists like this are still in the minority. We should still believe that there are many good people in Northern Mang, and demons don't necessarily kill indiscriminately."

Not long after the Murong siblings left, an impoverished old monk wearing a monk's robe and hemp shoes, with a face full of compassion, passed by this place. Seeing this scene of corpses strewn everywhere, he let out a long, soft sigh.

"Amitabha."

"The world is like a burning house; all people suffer."

He then sat cross-legged, pressed his palms together, and chanted scriptures, delivering everyone from the sea of suffering.