Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 520 - 518: Slaying Xue Jiuyou

Boom!

The Yuan Qi Jiao Dragon was sliced apart and instantly exploded. A strong shockwave radiated outwards, making the ground vibrate.

Luo Feng was prepared. He activated his Protective Gang Energy and stood firmly in place, entirely unaffected by the shockwave.

"How is this possible! He actually withstood my Illusion Jiao Kill!"

Xue Jiuyou stared at Luo Feng, his eyes wide in disbelief.

His Ten Thousand Illusion Blood, a Profound Level top-grade martial art, was powerful enough to annihilate a martial artist of the same level.

Xue Jiuyou clearly remembered how, just a few days ago, Luo Feng had nearly been killed merely by the aftershock of this very move!

It wasn’t just Xue Jiuyou; Liu Haichuan and the others nearby were also dumbfounded.

When Xue Jiuyou had unleashed his Ten Thousand Illusion Blood, they had all assumed Luo Feng would be at a disadvantage, perhaps even struggling to escape unscathed. The reality, however, was the complete opposite.

Seeing the astonished expression on Xue Jiuyou’s face, Luo Feng sneered internally.

He could withstand his opponent’s Ten Thousand Illusion Blood not because his own strength had surged dramatically in the past few days, but because his opponent was weakened from prior injuries. However, Xue Jiuyou still seems to be basking in the hollow glory of his title as ’One of the Hundred and Eight Blood Demon Generals,’ utterly oblivious to his current predicament.

If that’s the case, let me be the one to shatter your pleasant dream.

Luo Feng gripped his saber with both hands, standing his ground like an unshakeable mountain, subtly exuding a formidable aura that could stun the hearts of men.

SWISH!

Suddenly, his blade hummed. The Rage Flame Knife in his hand locked onto Xue Jiuyou, and he launched a series of slashes through the air.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Thick beams of saber energy, one after another, relentlessly hacked towards Xue Jiuyou.

This kid! It’s only been a few months, yet his strength has skyrocketed to such a degree. If I’m careless, I might actually suffer an unexpected defeat...

Feeling the intense, sharp aura contained within the saber beams, Xue Jiuyou completely shed his contempt. He fully activated his Ten Thousand Illusion Blood. A powerful blood-red light erupted from his body, forming a sanguine mist that seemed to solidify the space around him as he met the incoming saber energy with his palms.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The two combatants clashed, triggering a violent turbulence in the surrounding Yuan Qi. Sand and stones flew, obscuring vision. The sheer, overwhelming power of their exchange sent shivers down the spines of the merchant caravan guards watching from a distance.

"So strong! This must be Xue Jiuyou’s true power."

"Yeah, when he fought Lu Qing earlier, he clearly wasn’t going all out."

"Lu Qing? Compared to Luo Feng, that kid is utterly insignificant."

"Lu Qing was so arrogant in front of Luo Feng before, even boasting he’d defeat him. I wonder what he’d think if he saw this."

The caravan guards, deeply shaken by the scene unfolding before them, murmured amongst themselves.

Nearby, the young woman in the green dress listened to their conversation, her white teeth biting firmly into her red lip. She gazed at the young man battling Xue Jiuyou in the distance, a self-deprecating smile appearing on her face.

She knew what Lu Qing would think if he saw this, because it would be the same realization she was having now—that she was just an arrogant clown, oblivious to her own limitations...

BOOM!

Xue Jiuyou shattered a beam of saber energy, his brow furrowed. He looked at Luo Feng, his expression grim.

He had estimated that Luo Feng had only recently broken through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm and had planned to gradually wear down his Yuan Qi. Once Luo Feng was significantly depleted, he would seize an opportunity to deliver a decisive, fatal blow.

However, they had already exchanged dozens of moves, and the power of Luo Feng’s Saber Technique showed no signs of diminishing.

Every single one of Luo Feng’s attacks sent a numbing shock through his arm.

If this continued, forget about depleting his opponent; he wasn’t even sure if he himself could last until the end.

This kid’s Saber Technique is too formidable! If this stalemate continues, it’ll be disadvantageous for me! For him to have progressed this much in such a short time... I absolutely cannot let him live!

A glint flashed in Xue Jiuyou’s eyes. Blood-red light burst forth from his body, coalescing into the form of a Jiao Dragon that thrashed its head and tail as it charged forward.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The blood-red Jiao Dragon endured three beams of saber energy before exploding violently. The blinding crimson light momentarily seared everyone’s vision.

WHOOSH!

From within the chaos, a figure shot out, moving with ghostly speed towards Luo Feng. In the blink of an eye, he was within three paces of his target.

"Slash!"

Facing the rapidly approaching Xue Jiuyou, Luo Feng’s expression remained impassive as he let out a sharp cry.

"Mixed Blood Palm!"

Xue Jiuyou countered with a cold shout. A sweep of his palm knocked the Rage Flame Knife aside. Fixing his gaze on Luo Feng, he sneered, "Luo Feng, you didn’t expect this, did you? My Ten Thousand Illusion Blood excels in close-quarters combat! Let’s see you defend against this. Die!"

Xue Jiuyou laughed with unbridled arrogance. His entire body seethed with a boiling blood-red light that converged upon his right palm, forming a sanguine film of energy. He thrust it towards Luo Feng, and the air in its path exploded repeatedly.

Facing the whistling Palm Gang, Luo Feng, though startled, remained composed. He sank his center of gravity. Amidst a dragon’s roar, a colossal black dragon materialized, enveloping him in its protective embrace—it was the Dragon Slaughtering Gang Qi. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Tyrant Flame Universe!"

A fierce light glinted in Luo Feng’s eyes. Showing no intention of retreating, his right arm turned an eerie, blood-red color as he threw a punch straight at Xue Jiuyou.

BANG! BANG!

Two deafening impacts sounded as Luo Feng and Xue Jiuyou struck each other simultaneously. Both figures were sent staggering backward.

Luo Feng’s Protective Gang Energy shattered. He was thrown back more than ten paces before he managed to regain his footing. He let out a muffled grunt, a trickle of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Xue Jiuyou grinned savagely, "Luo Feng, your talent is indeed exceptional. Given time, you would undoubtedly achieve astonishing things. Unfortunately for you, today you will die here. You’ll never get that chance..."

"Is that so? I wouldn’t be too sure," Luo Feng retorted, wiping the blood from his lips. He looked at Xue Jiuyou with a cold smile. Just as Xue Jiuyou was about to reply, his expression changed drastically.

BOOM!

A muffled thud resonated from within Xue Jiuyou’s body. The impact forced him to spit out a large mouthful of blood. His body went limp, and he slumped to one knee.

Witnessing this sudden turn of events, the caravan guards on the sidelines were utterly astounded.

Moments ago, they had seen Luo Feng injured and seemingly at a disadvantage. Yet, in the blink of an eye, the situation had completely reversed, with Xue Jiuyou suddenly coughing up blood and collapsing.

"What did you do?" Xue Jiuyou demanded, lifting his head to glare venomously at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng offered a faint smile. "Xue Jiuyou, you couldn’t even detect a mere trace of hidden energy. It seems your title as one of the Hundred and Eight Blood Demon Generals has run its course."

Hearing this, Xue Jiuyou’s expression tightened. He had indeed felt something amiss during their exchange just now.

However, the thought of imminent victory over Luo Feng had made him overly excited, causing him to dismiss the feeling. He never imagined that a moment’s carelessness would lead to such a dire predicament.

Gritting his teeth, Xue Jiuyou’s face was dark as he asked, "Hidden force within your fist, injuring the internal organs... Are you practicing the Eight Wildernesses Dominating Flame Fist?"

Luo Feng raised an eyebrow. "You do have some discernment."

Hearing Luo Feng’s admission, Xue Jiuyou drew a sharp breath.

The Eight Wildernesses Dominating Flame Fist was the martial art that Yang Dingtian, the City Lord of Dayang City, had used to make his name in his youth. Naturally, Xue Jiuyou had heard of it.

However, the fist art’s power was excessively domineering. During practice, the slightest carelessness could damage one’s meridians. Very few could cultivate it to the fourth level—the stage of internal explosion. He hadn’t expected Luo Feng to have mastered it.

"I never imagined you could cultivate the Eight Wildernesses Dominating Flame Fist to such a level. I concede defeat, thoroughly convinced..." Xue Jiuyou said, looking up at Luo Feng, seemingly abandoning all resistance. But just then, the unexpected happened.

"Mixed Blood Palm!"

Without any warning, Xue Jiuyou launched a palm strike at Luo Feng’s position.

BOOM!

The Palm Gang exploded, kicking up a storm of dust and pebbles. Not daring to look back at the result, Xue Jiuyou’s figure shot up and fled into the distance.

"Luo Feng, I’ll let you off today! Once my injuries are healed, I will definitely return to avenge this humiliation!"

Xue Jiuyou’s injuries from his fight with Shui Linglong had not yet fully healed. That last palm strike had only aggravated them further. If he didn’t escape now, he might never get another chance.

Just as Xue Jiuyou’s voice faded, a calm voice suddenly sounded in front of him, "Xue Jiuyou, for someone like you, one of the esteemed Hundred and Eight Blood Demon Generals of the Blood Demon Sect, to resort to such furtive tactics."

Hearing the voice, Xue Jiuyou’s heart lurched. He stopped abruptly and looked up, his face paling in horror.

Ten paces in front of him stood a young man, his figure as straight and imposing as a sword. In his hand, he held a crimson long saber. Who else could it be but Luo Feng?

Seeing Luo Feng, Xue Jiuyou’s eyes widened in disbelief.

His previous palm strike, launched with considerable preparation, should have been enough to stall Luo Feng for a moment, giving him time to escape. He hadn’t anticipated Luo Feng being even faster.

"You..."

SLICE!

Before Xue Jiuyou could utter more than that single word, a brilliant saber light flashed across his neck, leaving a thin crimson line.

"Such petty tricks might work on others, but they’re useless against me."

Luo Feng sheathed the Rage Flame Knife, looking at Xue Jiuyou’s corpse with an indifferent expression.

During their earlier conversation, he had sensed Xue Jiuyou covertly gathering Yuan Qi. The instant his opponent had struck, Luo Feng had already moved to evade.

SPURT!

A smirk touched the corners of Xue Jiuyou’s mouth—perhaps regret, perhaps self-deprecation. Blood sprayed from his neck as his body crumpled to the ground.

An eerie silence descended upon the surroundings. In the distance, the caravan guards stared at Xue Jiuyou’s fallen body, each of them swallowing hard.

The dreaded Bloodthirsty Demon General Xue Jiuyou, whose very name struck terror into hearts, was dead. And he had been killed by a mere youth.

"Xue Jiuyou is dead!"

After a long silence, one of the guards finally spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of shock and awe.

"To think that someone of this caliber would emerge from the Flowing Cloud Region. The upcoming Twelve Golden Palaces’ assessment will surely be interesting."

"Yes, with his strength, he’s bound to make a huge impact. He should earn a place on the Martial Champion Ranking."

"The Martial Champion Ranking? No one from the Flowing Cloud Region has ever made it onto that ranking."

"That piece of history might just end this year."

"Regardless, we owe our lives to Luo Feng this time. If it weren’t for him, we’d probably all be dead by now."

Shaking off their shock, the guards began to discuss, their eyes filled with gratitude as they looked at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng couldn’t hear their discussions, and even if he could, he wouldn’t have cared. He always acted according to his own heart, uninfluenced by the opinions of others.

Walking over to Xue Jiuyou’s body, Luo Feng noticed a storage ring on the man’s hand. A glint in his eyes, he removed it.

I wonder what’s inside...

Looking at the storage ring, Luo Feng’s eyes filled with anticipation.

Xue Jiuyou had been an expert of the Demon Sect, famous for decades. The wealth he had accumulated must be substantial.

Although Luo Feng wasn’t short of funds himself, his unique constitution meant his daily cultivation consumed three to four Grade Two Yuan Stones—by no means a small sum.

Therefore, no amount of wealth ever seemed to last, as he consumed resources like water.

Hearing footsteps approach, Luo Feng calmly put away the storage ring.

"Luo Feng, you’ve truly opened my eyes today. I, Liu Haichuan, have never witnessed such an intense battle in my entire life."

Liu Haichuan approached, sighing as he glanced at Xue Jiuyou’s corpse. He then said to Luo Feng, "You have slain Xue Jiuyou. If news of this spreads, it will undoubtedly cause a sensation in the rtiad!"