Chapter 73: The Bloody Line

Cheng Yuanzhen didn't stop his pace, not even caring about his subordinates, and fled all the way down the mountain.

He is not these Jianghu people; he serves by the Emperor's side and messes around in the palace; he knows what an "expert above the Peak Realm" is!

"Absolutely cannot contend!"

As long as he brings the news that "the Ming Sect has another expert above the Peak Realm" back to Shuntian Prefecture, that's enough!

After the three sect leaders ran for a distance, seeing that Yun Zelin didn't pursue, they cautiously turned back, saved a portion of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, soldiers, and Taishan Sect disciples, and then fled down the mountain together.

And they didn't know that the foot of the mountain was also in chaos.

Outside Tai'an City, at a farmstead.

"Brother Lan is dead?" A middle-aged woman slammed the table and stood up, glaring at the person in front of her.

"Yes..." The person hesitated: "The Right Envoy asked us to block the news and not tell others."

"This subordinate also didn't know the Right Envoy's whereabouts and was afraid of delaying the Holy Sect's grand plan, so I reported it to you, Protector Mao."

This middle-aged woman is none other than the head of the Four Protectors of the Ming Sect, Mao Yingxia. She and Lan Lechuan were from the same sect and were both personal disciples of the former Ming Sect Leader, Ji Tianrui.

"Brother Lan..." She was silent for a moment, a look of sorrow appearing on her face.

"Why bother... if Zuo Lishan is gone, he's gone; just go find another blood food... why risk it like this..."

"Where is the corpse now?" Mao Yingxia asked.

"Don't know... perhaps still on the Taishan Sect."

Boom!

Mao Yingxia actually slammed her palm on the table. The table shattered in response, leaving a deep palm print on the ground.

"Yun Zelin! Yun Zelin! Madman, madman!"

She gritted her teeth and said: "I felt he was crazy and harboring evil intentions on weekdays!"

"I really don't know why Master specifically chose him to be this Right Envoy; the sect spent so much effort to reshape his bone structure for nothing, only to raise a white-eyed wolf who bites the hand that feeds him!"

She looked far away toward Tai'an City, faintly able to hear the wails coming from the city and see several fires.

"... Forget it."

"Yun Zelin sent a letter this afternoon, asking me to enter the city in advance, and I felt it was bad."

"He is using the manpower of my Ming Sect to hold back his enemies, just to fulfill his own calculations."

Mao Yingxia frowned and thought for a moment, then waved her hand.

"Notify the sect members, no need to send manpower to the Taishan Sect side. If Yun Zelin goes crazy, let him go crazy by himself; after using Zuo Lishan's heart, he won't live long."

"Send someone to notify Flag Leader Wei; no need to wait for dawn, enter the city directly."

"As long as we can refine these three thousand 'Gu soldiers', the Ming Sect's grand plan can be achieved!"

The person took the order and left, but Mao Yingxia sat down dejectedly on the chair.

Just because she and Lan Lechuan were not just fellow disciples, but also had a brief affair.

"Brother Lan, oh Brother Lan... why bother..."

"You clearly vaguely sensed that the Sect Leader had planted Gu on you, why risk your life like this..."

"Is it because you were unwilling to be reduced to blood food and only wished to die in battle... or were you really that foolishly loyal..."

"Sigh..."

The person is gone, and his thoughts will never be known by the living again.

After a while, Mao Yingxia cheered up, stood up, and was about to go out to see how the sect members were preparing.

But she suddenly heard a loud noise from outside.

"!!!" Mao Yingxia walked out quickly and looked into the distance.

In the distance, several Ming Sect disciples suddenly flew three or four zhang high, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

Dust flew, and loud noises kept coming.

Mao Yingxia's gaze condensed, and she muttered "rustle, rustle" for a while, as if it were a formula.

After reciting it, she used light-body technique to rush toward that side.

As the distance got closer and closer, the screams, roars, and wails of the Ming Sect disciples became increasingly ear-piercing.

Finally, Mao Yingxia stopped at a place a hundred zhang away from the battlefield.

In front of her, there was a "blood pool".

In the center of the "blood pool", Li Miao threw a punch, and a Ming Sect disciple's back exploded, blood and flesh splattering, transparent from front to back.

The surrounding Ming Sect disciples barely stepped forward, and their weapons hit Li Miao's body, actually making a sound of metal clashing.

Li Miao swung his arm like a great spear, and those weapons broke one after another.

Then he struck a palm through the air, true energy leaving his body, hitting those broken weapons, which shot out like sharp arrows, instantly piercing four or five people like kebabs on the ground, wailing continuously.

Flesh and blood accumulated on the ground, and when people stepped on it, it made a sticky sound.

"Li! Miao!" Mao Yingxia gritted her teeth and recited.

Li Miao felt the killing intent, turned his head to look, and met Mao Yingxia's eyes.

Without half a word, Li Miao moved his feet, suddenly flashed ten zhang, and the distance between him and Mao Yingxia shrank suddenly.

Mao Yingxia knew she was no match, stepped on her feet, and drifted away toward the back.

One chasing and one fleeing, the surrounding Ming Sect disciples were still continuously surrounding them.

Li Miao just chased straight toward Mao Yingxia.

Looking up from the perspective, on the vast wilderness, dots of people were densely spread over it, like gathered ant colonies.

And in the middle of this ant colony, a blood-colored horizontal line was continuously extending.

Just like children playing, drawing a straight line between the insects with a paintbrush.

With the ground as cloth, with blood as paint.

Li Miao didn't look sideways, and his ear technique had already transmitted the information around him.

One punch, piercing through the chest.

One palm, tearing the flesh.

A sharp sword flew out backward, cutting the human body.

A long spear shot straight into the crowd, pinning the living to the ground, struggling and wailing continuously.

This place was like purgatory.

And the distance between Mao Yingxia and Li Miao was continuously shrinking.

Gradually, the speed at which the Ming Sect disciples rushed up slowed down.

They were afraid.

The so-called "bravery without fear of death" is just a false illusion, like a soap bubble, which breaks with a poke. Most people's "not afraid of death" is actually just a hasty, frivolous attitude toward things they don't understand.

Only when death truly arrives in front of them will they truly feel that bone-deep fear.

They are accustomed to the death of others, so they arrogantly think that life and death are nothing more than that.

But at this very moment, in front of Li Miao, "death" is no longer an abstract concept.

Death is not the tranquility of all things being empty.

Death is not a result, but a painful process.

"Death" is broken limbs, uncontrollable wails; it is dry eyeballs with mosquitoes and flies crawling on them; it is unwilling struggles, coldness sweeping the whole body;

It is flowing internal organs, iron tools inserted into the body, splattering flesh and blood, and a nauseating fishy stench.

In the face of such concrete and intense death, they began to hesitate and retreat.

So Li Miao's speed increased again.

Mao Yingxia listened to the screams continuously approaching from behind, sweat oozing from her forehead, and fled with all her might.

"How could it be! How could it be!"

"'Vajra', 'Jiezi'! How could he possibly cultivate two paths of experts above the Peak Realm! How could he possibly not have died after cultivating them!"

"No, no, it's almost here! It's almost here!"

Finally, a look of joy appeared on Mao Yingxia's face.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle..." She once again uttered that obscure formula from her mouth.

(End of chapter)