Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 774 - 772: Tri-color Nether Lotus!

COUGH!

Coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood, the emaciated Martial Artist looked up, his face revealing horror.

In mid-air, Luo Feng stood with his saber gripped tightly, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. His clothes had been torn by the impact, but underneath, his skin was as solid as jade, without a single scar.

"You, this is impossible!" Pointing at Luo Feng, the emaciated Martial Artist’s expression contorted as he let out a roar of disbelief. He was a late-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist and had cultivated the Blood River Qigong to the five-river stage. His full-strength attack was formidable enough to challenge even peak Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists. He never imagined he would be defeated by a young Saber man, who was merely an early-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist!

SPURT!

Agitated, the emaciated Martial Artist spat out another large mouthful of fresh blood. That last strike had violently rattled his internal organs. If not for his profound Cultivation and the Yuan Qi protecting his meridians, he would have been crippled.

"Die!"

Looking at the agitated emaciated Martial Artist, Luo Feng’s eyes were cold, and the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber flickered in the void.

SWISH!

A flash of light in the emaciated Martial Artist’s pupils expanded rapidly.

"Blood River Wraps Body!" the emaciated Martial Artist shrieked, propping himself up with his palms, ready to flee.

SPLAT!

As the saber light flashed, he froze. A clear bloody line appeared on his chest, and a saber mark over ten meters long split open the ground behind him.

"I can’t accept this..." The setting sun cast a blood-red glow across the sky. The emaciated Martial Artist gazed at Luo Feng, who stood like a War God beneath the crimson twilight, his own face filled with remorse. With a roar of unwillingness, he collapsed, his blood staining a large patch of ground. Even at the very end, he couldn’t comprehend why he had lost.

Deep within the forest, the Demon Sect Disciples who had just escaped the calamity stared, dumbfounded.

"Elder He is dead! How could a mere early-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist kill Elder He?!"

"As a Saber man, how did he withstand Elder He’s Blood River Qigong in a direct confrontation? Could it be... he’s actually a Horizontal Practice Martial Artist?"

"That must be it! Only a Horizontal Practice Martial Artist would have such astonishing defensive power. His vitality is so strong; he doesn’t seem like a Saber man at all."

"But even a Horizontal Practice Martial Artist shouldn’t be able to withstand Elder He’s strike. And the Saber Technique he displayed earlier was far from simple."

These Demon Sect Disciples were Elder He’s subordinates and knew his strength well. Seeing Luo Feng slay him, fear caused their Three-Corpse Spirits to jump violently.

Luo Feng ignored their discussions. He took out a few pills and swallowed them, forcibly suppressing the surging Qi and blood within him. Looking at the emaciated Martial Artist’s corpse, he let out a small sigh of relief.

His victory had hinged on a bit of luck. If his opponent had been more cautious and hadn’t risked a full-force attack, winning wouldn’t have been easy. After all, the man was a late-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist and practiced an extremely powerful Cultivation Technique. But he was impetuous and had thoroughly underestimated Luo Feng, giving him the opportunity to inflict heavy injuries. The most crucial factor was Luo Feng’s remarkably strong defensive power, achieved after cultivating the Blood Essence Transformation to Spirit and Flesh Unity. Otherwise, he could never have withstood that palm strike. From the very beginning, Luo Feng had planned to use his formidable defensive power to fight a life-or-death battle.

Seven breaths. Quicker than I thought.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng turned to look towards Lin Yue’er and the others.

"Starlight Pierces the Gap!"

"Flying Spirit Transformation!"

"Autumn Rain Drizzles!"

Encircled by seven or eight Demon Sect Disciples, Lin Yue’er, Fang Lin, and Nanxuan moved like elegant dancers. Their wrists flickered, their swords slashing out waves of Sword Qi. This Sword Qi seemed slow but was deceptively fast. Some strands were like summer thunderbolts, radiating a chilling killing intent; others spread a warm, gentle light, like a caress of spring wind. The entangled Sword Qi emanated a terrifying aura, forming a dense zone that tore through the air itself, shredding it to pieces. Although the nearby Demon Sect Disciples had high Cultivations, faced with this fierce Sword Qi, they had no choice but to cautiously raise their Protective Gang Energy and attack carefully. It even seemed as if Lin Yue’er’s group held the upper hand.

This is a Sword Array... Seeing this, Luo Feng’s eyes gleamed. He had worried that Lin Yue’er and the others wouldn’t be a match for these Demon Sect Disciples. It seemed his fears were unfounded.

Lin Yue’er, Fang Lin, and Nanxuan all possessed outstanding Swordsmanship. Nanxuan, in particular, was remarkable. Her cute, round face, usually playful, was now serious, her large eyes sharp and focused. Each of her sword strikes carried the force of a thunderbolt. Thanks in large part to her contributions, the three of them managed to maintain their Sword Array.

Seeing that Lin Yue’er and the others were not in immediate danger, Luo Feng narrowed his eyes and looked towards another battle, a sharp glint in his gaze.

Far in the sky, Ling Qingwu was clashing with the young Demon Sect Disciple. In just a few breaths, Ling Qingwu and Young Master Xi had already exchanged hundreds of blows. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Ling Qingwu now bore more than a dozen sword marks. These cuts were strategically placed, only tearing her clothes and leaving shallow wounds. Though not seriously injured, she looked extremely disheveled.

"Ling Qingwu, I admit you’re skilled, but you’re no match for me. I advise you to give up. Why make things hard for yourself?" Young Master Xi savored the pleasure of toying with Ling Qingwu, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

SWISH! SWISH!

With an effortless twirl creating two beautiful sword flourishes, Young Master Xi sneered, "As a woman, you should be proud to be coveted by me, Baili Xi."

Ling Qingwu bit her lip, her pretty face frosty. Just as she prepared to launch an all-out attack, her beautiful eyes flickered as she spotted Luo Feng.

The battlefield suddenly fell quiet. Young Master Xi also sensed something amiss and turned to look.

Just then, Ling Qingwu gently exhaled and abruptly sheathed her sword.

"Oh?" Young Master Xi looked at Ling Qingwu, slightly surprised, and smiled. "It seems you’ve thought it through."

Ling Qingwu’s gaze was icy as she replied coldly, "I just don’t want to die yet."

"HAHAHAHA! I never thought that Leng Yianyang of Linglong Hall would fear death. However, you’ve made a smart choice." Young Master Xi looked at Ling Qingwu, laughing triumphantly.

The Shuang Jiaoyang of Linglong Hall, unparalleled in beauty, were somewhat famous even within the Demon Sect. If he could subdue Leng Yianyang today, upon returning to the West Desert Demon Realm, he would surely be admired, and his status within the sect would rise considerably.

The ’Fire Proud Sun’ Yang Wanyi of the Shuang Jiaoyang is also a beauty. If I can subdue her too... Gazing at the seemingly surrendering Ling Qingwu, Young Master Xi’s eyes glinted, lost in the fantasy of enjoying the company of both beauties.

At that moment, a loud, clear cry suddenly resonated between heaven and earth.

"Golden Crow Annihilation Slash!"

Luo Feng appeared behind Young Master Xi, ten brilliant golden suns blazing behind him. He brought his saber down in a slash from above, the searing Saber Gang transforming into a Three-legged Golden Crow.

"Slash!"

As the first strike landed, Luo Feng gritted his teeth. Ten golden suns materialized behind him once more as the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber descended a second time. Then came the third, fourth, and fifth slashes... In an instant, six slashes were unleashed. Six Three-legged Golden Crows merged into one, erupting with dazzling flames. It swelled to a hundred zhang in size, leaving a fiery trail as it slashed towards Young Master Xi. The intense heat scorched the surrounding air, causing it to distort violently.

WHOOSH...

As the Three-legged Golden Crow passed, the trees below couldn’t withstand the extreme temperature and burst into flames one after another.

"AH!"

"RUN!"

Some nearby Demon Sect Disciples found their Protective Gang Energy ignited, instantly turning them into human torches. The others who witnessed this were scared out of their wits and fled desperately in all directions.

Hmm? Young Master Xi, startled, glanced sideways. He saw the illusory Three-legged Golden Crow hurtling towards him, and Luo Feng behind it. A tremor went through his mind.

He had seen Elder He use the Blood River Qigong and assumed Luo Feng was doomed, so he hadn’t paid further attention. Luo Feng’s appearance now meant Elder He was most likely dead or in mortal peril.

What shocked him most, however, was the Saber Gang before him. He wouldn’t normally take an attack from a mere early-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist seriously. But this Saber Gang was different. Its scorching aura, seeming to burn everything in its path, made even him feel a stifling heat and a flicker of unease.

"A mere parlor trick!" With a cold snort, a frosty light flashed in Young Master Xi’s eyes as he turned and slashed out with his sword.

SWISH!

A Sword Qi dozens of meters long, like a summer thunderbolt, flashed through the air.

BOOM!

The Three-legged Golden Crow held for only an instant before the Sword Qi tore it apart, scattering it into countless fiery waves that shot in all directions.

Young Master Xi staggered back, a wave of scorching heat surging up his sword. His own Sword Gang instantly ignited.

Hmm? Frowning slightly, Young Master Xi jolted his body, his potent Yuan Qi suppressing the terrifying heat.

CLANG!

Ling Qingwu knew this was her chance. A cold light flashed in her eyes as her sword instantly left its sheath. Her Yuan Qi surged, transforming into fist-sized, snow-white lotuses that bloomed and vanished, an astonishingly sharp aura erupting skyward. Nearby waves of fire were silently torn apart by it.

Her aura reaching its peak, Ling Qingwu fixed her gaze on Young Master Xi. Her brilliant eyes were like two unsheathed swords as she uttered four cold words.

"Tri-color Nether Lotus!"

BUZZ!

As her cold voice sounded, the entire space began to tremble violently.

As Ling Qingwu slashed her sword, countless tri-color lotuses materialized out of thin air, densely filling the hundred-zhang space around them and rapidly converging on Young Master Xi.

The Tri-color Nether Lotus was a killing technique from Linglong Hall’s ultimate skill, the Haoran Golden Lotus Jue. This Swordsmanship could only be mastered by Swordsmen who had reached an extremely high realm in their Jing Qi Shen. Once unleashed, the Sword Qi transformed into tri-color lotuses, each one brimming with deadly intent.

Ling Qingwu had only recently mastered this move and had been secretly preparing it. Now, unleashed with her full power, its might was truly peerless.

"Tri-color Nether Lotus! You’ve actually mastered the Tri-color Nether Lotus!" Young Master Xi’s expression changed drastically as he watched the sword lotuses whistle towards him. He disregarded everything else, desperately mobilizing his Yuan Qi to form a defensive shield as solid as matter. His figure transformed into a blood-red streak, shooting skyward in an attempt to escape.

"Trying to leave now? Too late!" Ling Qingwu had long harbored killing intent towards Young Master Xi and would not let him escape. She cried out sharply.

"Kill!"

WHIRR...

In an instant, countless tri-color lotuses bloomed, forming a massive Sword Qi vortex that completely engulfed Young Master Xi.

"AH!"

After a horrifying scream, a bloodied figure burst out of the Sword Qi vortex.