Chapter 925: Bloody Killing (2/2, Requesting Monthly Votes)

And this phenomenon was not happening only to him.

Soaring upward, the 【Zhuìtiān】 slashed a sword strike toward Fang Yue.

Wu Feifei, eyes wide, mouth open, trying to say something.

And the black lightning descending from the sky.

Everything, everything, slowed down!

Centered on Fang Yue, the flow of time moved at an extremely slow pace.

But everyone's thoughts, the speed of their mental processing, remained normal—they all watched "with their own eyes" as themselves and their surroundings moved in this slow motion!

"How is this possible?!"

"What kind of power is this?!"

"No, it can't be!"

Shock flashed across everyone's hearts.

And among all things, in this absolute slow flow, the fastest was the black lightning closest to Fang Yue.

In this slowed world, it still rushed downward at visible speed, aiming to drive the black lightning into Fang Yue's body.

Yet…

Boom!!

Just as Fang Yue, who had been in absolute disadvantage, flickered away!

At the normal speed of movement, he effortlessly dodged the black lightning and, facing the incoming sword technique, drew his sword casually.

Zzzzz!!

Almost the instant Fang Yue moved, a sword hum far stronger and more intense than the one from 【Zhuìtiān】 erupted, nearly shattering the eardrums of everyone present.

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Yue swung his sword!

As Fang Yue swung, the thick black qi swirling around him surged like sharks scenting blood, rushing violently into the blade.

The pure white, luminous heavenly sword instantly became a sword of black flame.

Twisting, writhing black qi leapt and writhed along the blade's surface, radiating terrifying energy.

Though it appeared merely a casual slash, it carried boundless power—crushing 【Zhuìtiān】's sword technique, shattering his sword outright.

Boom!!

A blinding burst of black light exploded midair, like a black sunrise rising in the night.

Invisible shockwaves surged outward wildly; wherever they reached, the ruins below turned to powder, vanishing into ash.

The line of condemned prisoners collapsed en masse; only a handful remained barely standing.

Within that rising sun, 【Zuìjié Shuāng Lián】 saw 【Zhuìtiān】, his equal in strength, long regarded as his rival, and classified by Qing Guo as a Class-One criminal, cleaved in half by a single sword strike, his body splitting and falling from midair.

Thud.

【Zhuìtiān】's upper half landed not far from 【Zuìjié Shuāng Lián】, while his lower half fell before Wu Feifei.

The falling blood rain, and 【Zhuìtiān】's wide, disbelieving eyes, left 【Zuìjié Shuāng Lián】 frozen in place.

"One sword… killed 【Zhuìtiān】, a High-Grade Cloud Realm cultivator?"

【Zhuìtiān】's strength, even among High-Grade Cloud Realm cultivators, was among the elite—otherwise he would never have qualified as 【Zuìjié Shuāng Lián】's rival.

Yet this near-peak mortal powerhouse, one step away from the Blood Rain Realm, was now slain like an ant by the man in the sky.

"That guy… is truly a monster!"

【Zuìjié Shuāng Lián】 stared upward, dumbfounded—the dense, terrifying black qi still coiled around the man, like a demon god hovering midair, looking down upon all beings!

His contemptuous gaze, the posture of one viewing ants, filled those below with dread, nearly forcing them to kneel.

Only when 【Zuìjié Shuāng Lián】 noticed his legs trembling did he realize he and the others had regained control of their bodies—the strange time flow had ended.

He did not know if this was the man's mercy, or the indifference of a superior.

He only knew that, at this moment, he felt relief!

Relief that he was still alive, relief that he had not rashly charged at the man like 【Zhuìtiān】 had.

Otherwise, the half-body lying on the ground would be his own.

Yet no sooner had this feeling arisen than the man in midair spoke his first words—and plunged 【Zuìjié Shuāng Lián】 into an icy abyss.

"Just now… who killed me?"

The man's voice was not deep; it was, in fact, perfectly calm.

Yet beneath that calm, 【Zuìjié Shuāng Lián】 sensed an ironclad, unyielding intent to kill.

He who kills shall be killed.

【Zuìjié Shuāng Lián】 had killed countless people in his life—but never once imagined he would be targeted by someone he had killed.

Fear surged back into his heart.

As the other condemned prisoners turned to stare at him, 【Zuìjié Shuāng Lián】 spun and ran without thought.

Run! Run! Run!

Run far away, to a place that bastard would never find!

Otherwise, in an instant—just one instant!

I'll become the shape of 【Zhuìtiān】, a half-body, never waking again!

Resurrection from death—that's the man's ability; I don't have that power at all!

"Don't chase me! Don't chase me! Don't chase me!"

He screamed inwardly, roaring, for the first time in his life believing in gods and Buddhas, praying for even the slimmest chance.

Yet in the next instant, a cold voice sounded behind him.

It froze him instantly, numbing his limbs, robbing him of sensation—he fled only by instinct.

"It seems the one who just killed me was you."

He turned his head back, slowly and stiffly.

Boom!!

The clouds above the sky erupted again with thunder.

Beneath the thunder, amid the relentless Heavy Rain, that nightmare-like man unfolded a single black wing, like a ghost, diving furiously toward the direction in which he fled.

"No!!"

"Don't kill me!!"

"Please, don't kill me!!"

【Dual Sickle of Purity】 shrieked in a twisted, shrill voice, completely losing his usual cold, stoic demeanor.

Before the absolute certainty of life and death, he had shed all pretense, begging only for survival.

Yet…

The man diving downward acted as if he had not heard 【Dual Sickle of Purity】's pleas—no slowing, not even a hint; instead, he accelerated mid-air, his body exploding with shockwaves, his speed surging once more, leaving a black line in the air as he instantly passed through the terrified, helpless 【Dual Sickle of Purity】.

Hum!!

The sword's hum sounded like a demonic chant, piercing straight into everyone's eardrums, forcing them to collapse to their knees.

The low-ranking prisoners with weak cultivation burst their eardrums on the spot, blood spraying from both ears as they fell to the ground.

And ahead of everyone, 【Dual Sickle of Purity】's head had been cleanly severed from his neck by a single sword stroke.

The blood spurting from his neck matched exactly the spot where he had slashed Fang Yue's throat earlier.

The headless corpse spewed blood wildly before collapsing to the ground.

The severed head rolled a hundred meters away and lay utterly still.

This former legendary figure, one of the top-tier experts of the entire Qing Kingdom, the elite prisoner 【Dual Sickle of Purity】, died without a single chance to resist—in Fang Yue's hands!

When Fang Yue landed, when he retracted the black single wing formed by his eerie power, and turned to face the crowd,

only then did they snap back to reality—and when they looked at Fang Yue again, their eyes were filled with terror.

Seeing Fang Yue begin to approach them, someone immediately ignored Wu Feifei's orders and turned to flee—but after only a few steps, his body tilted suddenly, collapsed to the ground, and died.

Whooshing.

The pale red rain fell upon the corpses, washing over them.

Only then did they notice: the Night Rain had evolved from Heavy Rain into… Dread Rain!

(End of Chapter)