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Chapter 164: The Fall of Daohuang

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To deal with Daohuang, Demon Person Duan Fengyun did not believe he needed to use the Blood Blade Demonic Art.

He charged directly at Daohuang with his blade, and Daohuang let out a loud shout as the Snow Drink Blade and Daohuang's blood blade collided.

Bang.

The massive sonic boom was deafening.

Demon Person Duan Fengyun seized the opportunity to unleash a flurry of flying kicks against Daohuang's chest.

Daohuang's injuries from the series of flying kicks previously delivered by Nie Feng had not yet healed, and now he was being violently kicked by Demon Person Duan Fengyun, who held nothing back.

Even though Daohuang's muscles and bones had been tempered in the Zhuoshi Mo Chi, after enduring this violent barrage of kicks from Demon Person Duan Fengyun, blood sprayed continuously from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to stand again.

It seemed Daohuang was severely injured, yet he remained unyielding, staring fixedly at Demon Person Duan Fengyun with eyes still full of fighting spirit.

Demon Person Duan Fengyun took back the Snow Drink Blade and tossed it to Nie Feng.

"Feng, I have no use for the Snow Drink Blade now; I return it to you.

Blades and swords have no eyes; it would be bad if I accidentally injured your father-in-law later."

Demon Person Duan Fengyun condensed airflow in his hands and then slowly walked toward Daohuang.

After placing his palm on Daohuang's head, Demon Person Duan Fengyun looked up at the sky.

"The sky is truly beautiful; I wish I could keep looking at the sky like this."

He could not help but sigh.

Subsequently, he exerted force with his palm, and a terrifying devouring power erupted from it.

Having lost the ability to resist, Daohuang could only watch as Demon Person Duan Fengyun devoured him.

Daohuang felt the True Qi within his body flowing out continuously, and even more terrifyingly, the blood that had long since merged with the Zhuoshi Mo Chi was also flowing away along with Duan Fengyun's palm.

Daohuang's aura began to plummet, his eyes gradually returned to normal, and his face also returned to its natural state.

"Yeah!"

Seeing this, Nie Feng was still celebrating with Qin Shuang and the others; they had finally successfully rescued Daohuang from the Demonic Blade.

But Xiehuang, standing to the side, remained suspicious, because in his view, anyone in the world wanting to save someone practicing the Demonic Blade must pierce the Demon Eye and destroy the location of their Demonic Essence to allow the practitioner to recover.

Yet now, Duan Fengyun had made Daohuang return to normal without piercing the Demon Eye or destroying the Demonic Essence, which truly puzzled Xiehuang.

Meanwhile, inside the Dragon Vein, Duan Fengyun felt his own steadily increasing cultivation and the gradually recovering Daohuang, and he nodded in satisfaction.

This Demonic Blade consciousness had finally done a good deed; he could let it out to play next time.

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No sooner had Duan Fengyun finished feeling happy than he sensed something was wrong.

Besides his increasing cultivation, blood was also continuously flowing into his body from Daohuang.

And this blood was filled with the aura of the Zhuoshi Mo Chi.

Looking back at Daohuang, whose aura was no longer stable, Duan Fengyun knew he had been tricked.

Duan Fengyun began to recite the incantation of the War Sword Art, and as the incantation rang out, the Yellow Emperor Sword, which had been tossed aside, flew directly into Duan Fengyun's hand.

Seeing Duan Fengyun suddenly summon his weapon, Nie Feng and the others thought Daohuang was going to play some other trick.

But after observing carefully, the group also discovered something was wrong; why was Daohuang's aura becoming increasingly unstable, like a candle about to go out?

And Xiehuang finally realized the reason: his disciple was using Daohuang as a seed, intending to claim all of Daohuang's cultivation for himself.

He knew this was certainly not Duan Fengyun's intention, which meant the disciple before him had fallen into a demonic state.

He shouted to Nie Feng and the others:

"Quickly stop him! He is not Duan Fengyun, he has fallen into a demonic state!"

Upon hearing this, Nie Feng and the others moved forward, preparing to strike against Demon Person Duan Fengyun.

Before Nie Feng and the others could act, Duan Fengyun, having summoned back the Yellow Emperor Sword, had already suppressed the Demonic Blade consciousness back down.

He withdrew his palm from Daohuang and instead used his hand to support him.

As the Demonic Blade consciousness was suppressed, he also returned to his normal appearance.

He waved his hand at Nie Feng and the others and said:

"Do not worry, I have suppressed the Demonic Blade back down; I was played by it this time."

Duan Fengyun had not expected that the Demonic Blade consciousness actually wanted to devour Daohuang completely, using Daohuang's Demonic Blade cultivation to strengthen itself.

He was in no mood to discipline the Demonic Blade consciousness now; finding a way to save Daohuang was the top priority.

After he helped Daohuang sit cross-legged, he also sat down cross-legged, placing both palms against Daohuang's back.

Duan Fengyun recklessly poured his own True Qi into Daohuang's body.

But Daohuang, already at death's door, waved his hand at Duan Fengyun behind him, signaling him to stop.

He said chokingly:

"Little Duan, no need.

Your True Qi is already useless to me; do not waste your True Qi on me.

I do not blame you for what just happened; it is all because I was blinded by greed and did not listen to your master."

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Duan Fengyun said self-reproachfully:

"Senior, I am sorry; all of this is my fault."

Nie Feng looked at Daohuang, who had become white-haired and haggard, and knelt on the ground, saying to Daohuang:

"Father, if you leave, what will happen to Meng?"

Daohuang held Nie Feng's hand and instructed him:

"Nie Feng, I am leaving; I cannot watch the grandson born to you and my daughter, and I cannot watch him grow up.

After I am gone, you must take good care of my daughter; do not let her suffer the slightest grievance, or I will not let you off even as a ghost."

Do not tell Meng about me; I am afraid that if she finds out, she will go and cause trouble for that Duan boy.

This matter has nothing to do with that Duan boy; do not let this old man affect the bond between you and your martial brothers.

Having a group of brothers who share life and death while walking the pugilistic world is incredibly precious; you must cherish it well."

Nie Feng's eyes turned red, and he nodded with moist eyes:

"Father, rest assured, I will definitely take good care of Meng; I will not let her suffer even a little bit.

I will also cherish my brothers and the others."

After hearing Nie Feng's reply, Daohuang smiled with satisfaction.

Daohuang then cast his gaze toward his two old brothers.

And Zhu Huang and Xiehuang were also already looking at their old companion with red, moist eyes.

Daohuang looked at his two old companions and smiled:

"Oh my, are these really the world-renowned Diyi Xiehuang and Disan Zhuhuang?

Why are you crying? A real man, how can he shed tears?

Old Xie, I truly regret not listening to your words.

My two old companions, I am going to leave first; I am going to report to Yama first.

Remember to burn some money for this old fellow during the holidays, otherwise, when you come down later, I won't be able to take you out for drinks.

You two old fellows, I am leaving first; you must absolutely not miss me."

After speaking, Daohuang looked at the few people, smiled slightly, and closed his eyes.

The master of the blade path, Di Er Daohuang, who had chased fame and profit his whole life, had fallen.

"Senior!"

"Father!"

"Old companion!"

Everyone looked at the departed Daohuang and all wept aloud.

Old Xiehuang, the person who had fought with Daohuang for a lifetime, cried the most sorrowfully; he had lost his closest brother.

(End of this chapter)

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