Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 766 - 764: Today You Must Die!

"Xue Wu Qing!"

A roar echoed in the sky. Xueyuan, the First Captain of the Blood Saber Guards, halted, looking at Xue Wu Qing, who was gripping his treasured sword. Xueyuan’s voice, filled with murderous intent, spread outward layer by layer.

Luo Feng hadn’t expected Xue Wu Qing to suddenly launch a sneak attack on Xueyuan. Judging from that sword strike, Xue Wu Qing’s power was masterfully controlled; he must have been preparing for quite a while.

As for why Xue Wu Qing had taken action, Luo Feng quickly figured it out. As an Elder of Floating Snow Hall, Xue Wu Qing would be doomed if his collaboration with the Demon Sect became known. He certainly wouldn’t want this knowledge to become leverage for others.

This is for the best. If these two cripple each other, I can just step in and reap the rewards.

Watching the two men facing off in mid-air, Luo Feng’s eyes flickered as calculations began to form in his mind. Both of them want me dead. As long as they’re alive, they’re a definite threat. It’s best to get rid of them as soon as possible.

The night wind was bleak, and a faint smell of blood hung in the air. A grim aura began to spread.

Xue Wu Qing’s robes billowed in the night wind, his sword held at a diagonal. Looking at Xueyuan, he said calmly, "Xueyuan, thank you for not telling anyone about this. However, in my opinion, only the dead can truly keep secrets. So today, you must stay."

As he spoke, Xue Wu Qing flicked his wrist and unleashed a sword strike.

WHOOSH!

The night was torn apart by brilliant Sword Qi, like a cold-hued dragon, charging toward Xueyuan with an overwhelming killing intent.

"You despicable villain!"

The scar at the corner of Xueyuan’s mouth twitched violently. His hair and beard bristled as he drew the sabers from his waist, executing a twin-blade attack in mid-air.

SWOOSH!

Two massive streams of blood-red Saber Qi roared out. Each dozens of meters long, they streaked forward, dyeing the night sky with their crimson glow.

BOOM!

In the massive explosion, the Cold Flow Sword Qi was torn apart, and the Saber Qi was also nearly extinguished. A terrifying shockwave swept out, causing the surrounding airflow to solidify and collapse.

"Xue Wu Qing, you want to kill me? We’ll see if you have what it takes!"

Xueyuan’s eyes glinted coldly as he roared. His body erupted in a boiling, blood-red light that shone brilliantly.

"Disk Blood Soul Burning Blade!"

Stepping forward, Xueyuan caused the space around him to tremble violently. The blood-red light enveloping him coalesced into a colossal, blood-red blade dozens of meters long. Radiating an aura of annihilation, it slashed down at Xue Wu Qing from mid-air.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Beneath the blood-red blade, the air itself seemed to detonate repeatedly. An endless, sharp aura emanated from the colossal crimson blade. The mountains below, seemingly unable to withstand the pressure, were torn open with terrifying fissures.

Xue Wu Qing’s expression turned grim. I didn’t expect Xueyuan to still possess such strength even after being injured. It seems beheading him easily is no longer possible. However, this man is a major threat. No matter the cost, he must be eliminated from this world!

A cold glint flashed in Xue Wu Qing’s eyes. Without wasting words, he thrust his sword forward.

"Snow Seals a Thousand Mountains!"

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

A bone-chilling aura spread out. Dense waves of frigid Sword Qi surged forward, like a fierce blizzard in the dead of winter. The air grew so cold it seemed to crackle as the moisture within it froze solid.

Such incredible power!

Luo Feng, hidden a kilometer away, could still feel the turbulent Yuan Qi raging before him. The icy power contained within Xue Wu Qing’s Sword Qi, in particular, was countless times stronger than Yi Tian’s. Fortunately, I’ve achieved Spirit and Flesh Unity; otherwise, I probably couldn’t withstand this.

BOOM!

The two terrifying forces collided in the night sky. Below, a mountain peak hundreds of meters high was obliterated on one side, while the other was instantly encased in frost and snow, transforming it into an ice-caked mountain.

Xueyuan and Xue Wu Qing were comparable in strength, but Xueyuan had been injured earlier. In this desperate clash, his Yuan Qi was clearly insufficient, and he watched as the colossal blood-red blade he wielded shattered inch by inch.

Having gained the upper hand, Xue Wu Qing pressed his advantage relentlessly. A cold sneer touched the corners of his lips as he waved his treasured sword, sending a wave of chilling Sword Qi surging towards Xueyuan.

Xueyuan’s face was grim, his teeth clenched tightly. His twin Blood Moon Crescent Blades flashed through the void, unleashing dozens of viciously sharp Saber Qi attacks.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In mid-air, blood-red saber light and icy Sword Qi crisscrossed and clashed, the shockwaves shattering the air around them.

In a short period, the two had exchanged nearly a hundred moves.

Watching from the sidelines, Luo Feng was inwardly shaken. Even though it’s just a one-level difference in cultivation, the power of a seventh-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist is terrifyingly strong.

Suddenly, the blood-red Saber Qi clashed with the Sword Qi once more. PFFT! Blood spurted from the wound on Xueyuan’s right arm, and his Saber Gang visibly weakened.

How could Xue Wu Qing let such an opportunity slip by? His figure flashed, appearing before Xueyuan in an instant as he struck out with his palm.

"Xueyuan, die!"

CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

A series of crisp sounds echoed as the white palm energy transformed into an icy current, pressing down on Xueyuan.

This was indeed the Cold Invading Palm, a martial art of Floating Snow Hall that Yi Tian had once used against Luo Feng. However, when executed by Xue Wu Qing, its power was on an entirely different level. A frigid gale swept out, carrying chunks of ice and snow the size of human heads, seemingly capable of freezing mountains and rivers solid.

Xueyuan, with nowhere to dodge, could only brace himself to receive the palm strike.

BOOM!

A sound like a thunderclap erupted. Xueyuan’s figure was sent flying backward a hundred meters through the night sky, a large amount of blood spraying from his mouth. A thick layer of frost instantly covered the right side of his body; even his right pupil had turned a terrifying white.

Luo Feng watched them, feeling somewhat disappointed. It’s a pity Xueyuan was already injured. Otherwise, the outcome wouldn’t have been decided so quickly.

I had planned to wait for them to fight to the death, or at least until both were crippled, then make my move. But with Xue Wu Qing having such a clear upper hand, there’s no opportunity for me. Besides, if Xueyuan is killed, Xue Wu Qing’s collaboration with the Demon Sect will be a secret with no one left to verify it...

SWOOSH!

Xue Wu Qing appeared before Xueyuan, his cold gaze piercing through the swirling snow to land on him. He said calmly, "Xueyuan, do you have any last words?"

Xueyuan lifted his head, looking at Xue Wu Qing. His voice was hoarse as he said, "You truly are a despicable person. If not for your sneak attack, you would be no match for me."

Xue Wu Qing frowned slightly. With a wave of his sleeve, he looked at Xueyuan and taunted, "The victor is king, the loser is vilified. The ends justify the means; it has always been so. If you can’t even understand this, you’re unworthy of being called a disciple of the Demon Sect."

Xue Wu Qing shook his head, pointing his sword tip at Xueyuan. "Any last words? Speak now."

Xueyuan raised his head, a grin spreading across his face as he looked at Xue Wu Qing. "You think you’ve already won?"

As he spoke, Xueyuan slammed a palm against his own chest. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and two beams of crimson light shot out from his eyes.

"This is...!"

Xue Wu Qing’s expression changed drastically, a thin layer of frost instantly forming on his eyebrows. He roared, "Die!"

SWOOSH!

A massive beam of Sword Qi descended from the sky, slashing viciously towards Xueyuan.

Xueyuan neither retreated nor dodged. Gripping his saber with his left hand, he slashed out.

BOOM!

With a deafening crash, the massive Sword Qi was split apart, and Xue Wu Qing was forced back for the first time.

"Blood-soaked Mania!"

Xue Wu Qing stared at Xueyuan, a flicker of graveness finally showing on his face.

Huh? Luo Feng watched Xueyuan, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

At that moment, bloody cracks began to split open all over Xueyuan’s skin. Blood, faintly glowing red, oozed from these fissures, and wisps of blood-red Qi escaped, twisting and contorting. He was enveloped in a brutal, bloodthirsty aura, appearing less like a man and more like a ferocious beast about to devour someone.

"Xue Wu Qing, even if I die, I’m dragging you down with me!"

Xueyuan raised his head, two beams of bloody light from his eyes landing on Xue Wu Qing. His face was savage as he lifted his Blood Moon Crescent Blade high with his right hand.

"Disk Blood Demon Heavenly Strike!"

With a furious roar, a terrifying Blood Shadow, dozens of zhang tall, materialized behind Xueyuan. In its hand, it wielded a colossal flaming blade, which it brought chopping down from above.

RUMBLE...

As the colossal blade descended, a tidal wave of fire erupted outwards. The mountains below, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure, crumbled one after another. The giant flaming blade, carrying an endless heatwave, completely engulfed the space occupied by Xue Wu Qing.

Not good! Luo Feng’s heart pounded. The power of this strike was too terrifying; he was also within its range! The surrounding clouds evaporated instantly, and his clothes felt as if they might ignite at any moment.

SWOOSH!

Without hesitation, Luo Feng immediately executed Sky Cloud Step. His figure blurred into an ethereal shadow, shooting backward through the air.

BOOM!

The instant he moved, the blazing wave of fire slashed down, swallowing Xue Wu Qing whole.

「The next moment!」

A cataclysmic explosion, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, erupted. Between the mountains below, a colossal gash from the blade strike appeared, stretching for a thousand meters before fading.

After the wave of fire subsided, Xue Wu Qing’s figure was revealed. His clothes were in tatters, and a patch of his hair was scorched.

Suddenly, Xue Wu Qing spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Xueyuan’s previous attack, though it hadn’t wounded him externally, had shattered his Protective Gang Energy. While his body bore no visible injuries, his internal organs were damaged. His injuries were even more severe than Xueyuan’s.

"I didn’t expect you to have actually learned the Blood Saber Demon General’s Blood-soaked Mania. I underestimated you!"

Xue Wu Qing suppressed the turbulent Qi and blood in his chest. He looked at Xueyuan, flicked his sword, and sneered, "However, Blood-soaked Mania enhances strength by burning one’s vital blood essence. It’s an Evil Cultivation Art that injures the enemy by a thousand while harming oneself by eight hundred. Since your first strike failed to kill me, you’ll never get another chance."

Xueyuan didn’t respond, his gaze fixed not on Xue Wu Qing, but somewhere behind him, his expression one of utter surprise.

Xue Wu Qing frowned, then abruptly spun around. His sharp gaze landed on Luo Feng.

"Luo Feng!"

Xue Wu Qing narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "When did you arrive?"

Luo Feng sighed inwardly and said, "You wouldn’t believe me if I said I just got here."

Xue Wu Qing’s gaze hardened, killing intent flashing in his eyes. "You know something you shouldn’t," he stated coldly.

"So what if I do?" Luo Feng smiled faintly, his tone indifferent.

Xueyuan, standing a hundred meters away, looked at the two of them. A glint flickered in his eyes, and he chuckled, "It seems you two have matters to discuss. I won’t impose. Farewell!"

SWOOSH!

The moment his words fell, Xueyuan transformed into a streak of blood-red light, fleeing into the distance with lightning speed. Xue Wu Qing was right, he thought. Blood-soaked Mania injures the enemy by a thousand while harming oneself by eight hundred. Since my all-out strike failed to kill him, I’ve lost my chance.

Xue Wu Qing watched Xueyuan disappear into the distance, frowning slightly but ultimately deciding not to pursue. Right now, something was more important than killing Xueyuan.

Turning, Xue Wu Qing fixed his gaze on Luo Feng once more.

"You came at just the right time. Today, you die."