A Night of Desperation

Chapter 322: kill 2

Approaching closer, the crowd finally saw clearly that one of these two individuals was a young man, handsome and androgynous in appearance, while the other had purple hair and a delicate physique like that of a beautiful child.

"It’s Yuan Ming!! The other one is from the Primordial Embryo Seventh Son!" Zheng Ying was the first to shout out, her expression suddenly solemn.

Yuan Ming was once capable of single-handedly challenging an entire generation of Yu teachers.

Such a master, even if not at the Temple Master Level, was scarcely different. He was an extremely dangerous expert from the Mud Doll Sect!

"Do not fear, we have the Array to protect us!" Zheng Ying quickly shouted loudly, "Once they enter the Array, their Daoist Magic Techniques will be weakened by more than thirty percent!"

Crack.

The words had just been spoken.

Suddenly a figure burst out from beside Zheng Ying.

It was Zheng Hong.

He sneered and unleashed his Dao Artifact, striking Zheng Ying’s arm and knocking the Inheritance Dao Artifact she held out of her grasp.

Simultaneously, two Dao Artifacts were disabled, and in that moment, the entire Qingchen Mountain Array dimmed and vanished completely, collapsing altogether.

And that wasn’t all; just as Zheng Hong left, a pungent and foul smell spread from where he had been.

Those who smelled this scent all changed their expressions dramatically, their bodies beginning to feel weak and limp.

"Poison!! Spread out!!"

Zheng Ying quickly shouted, but it was already too late. Zheng Ming and Zheng Xia’s faces turned pale, and they stumbled and fell after running a few steps.

Among the official magicians present, Cheng Shu and two others reacted the fastest, and since they didn’t approach this area, they managed to preserve their strength successfully.

However, they could never have anticipated that Zheng Hong would turn out to be a traitor!

Especially Red Snake, seeing this scene, she was utterly numbed.

That move just now, if it had been executed while she was partnered with him, she would undoubtedly have died.

But soon they had no time to ponder other things, as the other person who had appeared with Yuan Ming launched an attack on them.

From the enemy’s initial appearance, approaching, to Zheng Hong’s betrayal and poisoning.

A series of disruptions left many people somewhat dazed.

When they snapped back to reality, the poison had already spread with the wind, nearby soldiers also collapsed in large numbers, and the Array was completely broken.

Zheng Hong ran towards the direction of the enemy.

"Thinking of running!!" Yu Hong initially intended to strike at Yuan Ming, but realizing something was wrong, he quickly judged the situation, changed direction, and activated a Seal, calling out a Speed Figure to pounce towards Zheng Hong.

The poison had no effect on him; his tremendously strong physique allowed him to ignore most deadly toxins.

But as soon as the Speed Figure approached, it was instantly bound by strips of white bandages.

"Acting wildly in front of me??"

Yuan Ming, not knowing when, appeared next to Zheng Hong, his hands forming the seal of a Magic.

"Try it?" Yu Hong’s eyes narrowed.

Without hesitation, he summoned a Special Power Figure to launch a sneak attack.

Under the special force, the vast expanse of white bandages rapidly turned into a translucent gel.

The Speed Figure in yellow and white robes emitted a strange giggling sound, and in an instant, appeared just three meters behind Zheng Hong, tossing back her long hair.

"Seal!"

Yuan Ming took action again, and swathes of white cloth appeared from nowhere, enveloping the Speed Figure from all directions, instantly encapsulating it into a large white cocoon.

Faces eerily protruded from the cocoon, moving in all directions.

"Four Corners!" Yuan Ming extended his hand again, pointing towards Yu Hong.

Immediately hundreds of pieces of white cloth surged forward, charging towards Yu Hong from behind him.

The sheer mass of white cloth obscured everyone’s vision, like a mini tidal wave, its momentum terrifying.

Although it hadn’t reached the Absolute Boundary, with such momentum, it was already very close to that level; aside from traits of Sharpness, facing Yuan Ming as a normal magician at this moment was nearly indistinguishable from the Temple Master Level.

But...

Bang!!!

A loud boom.

Roar!

Amid the deep roar,

Behind Yu Hong, a black giant over five meters tall burst forth.

The giant, bent over in a furious sprint, charged wildly forward, slamming into the sea of white cloth.

Giant and white cloth collided and wrestled, exploding into a massive wave of invisible divine energy.

’Blocked.’

Seeing this, Yu Hong’s expression slightly changed, grasping the Guang Han. Instantly, Daoist Power flowed into it.

A moon-white vortex appeared in the air beside him, tearing slightly, instantly expanding to a diameter of five meters!

Pfft!

A four-meter-tall ugly grey face burst out of the vortex, with a thick neck like a giant python, lunging towards Yuan Ming.

"Hungry!! So hungry!!"

The real Inheritance Dao Artifact, God’s Will Constant Hunger, appeared.

It roared, carrying rings of invisible, potent divine pressure, flying towards Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming’s body stiffened, actually frozen by the special roaring of Constant Hunger for a second.

By the time he reacted, it was too late.

The enormously enlarged Constant Hunger tore through the sea of white cloth in one bite, bursting through and pouncing towards him again.

Boom!!

In an instant, Yuan Ming was struck as if hit by a truck, flying backwards and crashing into the sea, quieting down for a moment.

Yu Hong’s expression unchanged, manipulated the Seal, not pursuing further, but directing Constant Hunger towards the lingering snitch Zheng Hong.

"Insolence!!"

Suddenly, a sharp shout.

Constant Hunger’s huge body was struck by a sudden burst of red light from afar, booming like a cannonball explosion, violently thrown backwards for a distance.

His ugly large face was missing a large chunk of gray flesh, looking battered and severely damaged.

"Who’s there!?" Yu Hong squinted towards the direction of the red light.

The dust slowly dissipated, revealing a somewhat hunched figure.

This person held an iron staff, had snow-white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and wore reading glasses, looking exactly like one of the many old ladies commonly seen on the streets.

But such an appearance was quite abnormal here.

Hiss!

The moment the elderly person appeared, an invisible wave spread out from her body, turning into pressure that pushed away the surrounding dust, forming a large hollow circle.

As the dust cleared, she finally looked up at Yu Hong.

"I am Lin Shan, Vice Sect Hierarch of the Mud Doll Sect."

"Lin Shan...." Yu Hong’s expression darkened, summoning God’s Will Constant Hunger back to his side, floating and waiting.

The aura emanating from the other party was distinctly similar to the special pressure he felt from Feixia Sword Meng Chengshuang; clearly, this was a real Temple Master level expert!

Meng had mentioned that the Mud Doll Sect in Taizhou had only three peers at the same level, and this person might hold one of those positions.

"Vice Hierarch! Can I evacuate first?" Zheng Hong, only now recovering from his intense fear, gasped for breath before asking loudly.

He didn’t want to stay here another moment.

Just earlier, he had been on the brink of death, almost devoured mentally.

Yu Hong’s trump cards one after another and the successive duels with Yuan Ming had instilled fear in him, making him want to escape farther away as soon as possible.

"Go. Go help Yuan Ming and resolve the remaining Dao Seeds. Leave this place to me," Lin Shan said indifferently, positioning herself between Yu Hong and Zheng Hong, blocking their line of sight.

Yu Hong looked at Zheng Hong; due to the Eternal Life Association, the thing he most loathed now was a snitch, and Zheng Hong, this guy, had tampered right under his watch, causing the Array to fail.

Such a disgusting person... if he managed to escape again, Yu Hong himself wouldn’t be able to overcome the mental barrier.

"You are very confident..." He looked at Vice Sect Hierarch Lin Shan.

"Say whatever you want to say, quickly." Lin Shan gripped the iron staff with one hand and pulled it upward with the other.

The iron staff unexpectedly pulled out a sharp, straight silver blade.

Snap.

The sword sheath disguised as an iron staff was thrown aside.

Lin Shan’s back slowly straightened, her originally wrinkled skin quickly plumped up, and her muscles slightly swelled.

In those few seconds, she seemed to reverse time, rejuvenating by forty years, returning to her prime.

Had it not been for the wrinkles still on her face, remaining with an old woman’s appearance, no one would associate her with the old woman from before.

At this moment, she was about 1.8 meters tall with a burly build, holding the sword with both hands. Her previously oversized black robe now seemed to fit just right.

"Otherwise, there will be no chance... because next, I will deliver one sword stroke after another..."

Swoosh!!

Before she finished speaking, suddenly a dark shadow appeared beside her.

The shadow swung its right fist, carrying a terrifying force that created a piercing scream and a mass of white bluster.

That wasn’t a spiritual illusion; it was a genuine, physical shock wave formed by an air explosion!!

The fist aimed at her face, and she reflexively lifted her sword to pierce the fist from below.

But the moment she struck, Lin Shan’s mind alarm bells rang.

"No, this isn’t a Technique attack! It’s physical!!"

In that moment, she changed tactics, lowered her head, and raised her hands to block, but it was already too late.

Boom!!!

A circle of gray air blasts exploded for real.

This wasn’t a Technique, nor a spiritual image, but a real, physical impact.

The massive terrifying force immediately sent Lin Shan flying horizontally, skimming the ground for over ten meters and heavily crashing into the sea.

With a splash, white waves surged upward, mixed with strands of blood.

Everything returned to calm.

Yu Hong retracted his right fist, watching Lin Shan, who had completely disappeared, revealing a faint trace of regret in his eyes.

"What a pity... If it weren’t for today, I might have been interested in a proper exchange with you to test strengths beyond the Absolute Boundary... but now..."

He turned to look at Zheng Hong, whose face was blank, legs already trembling.

"You....!!!" Zheng Hong pointed at him, his whole body also starting to shake.

"Who are you exactly!!?" By now, he too had realized that someone with such formidable close-combat skills couldn’t have been just an ordinary person good at fighting before becoming a disciple.

Such terrifying close-quarter combat strengths were definitely not something Qingchen Temple was qualified to possess. This person must have had some ulterior motives for entering Qingchen Temple!

And they, or the Mud Doll Sect, had just happened to expose his disguise and stepped on a landmine.

"I like expressions like yours," Yu Hong didn’t reveal his identity. "Because, when you ask such a naive question, with such an out-of-control expression, it means you..."

"Have no trump cards left..."

In an instant, he appeared beside Zheng Hong, pausing momentarily.

Brushing past.

Splash!!!

A spray of blood spurted from Zheng Hong, pulling a long line of blood across the beach.

The blood water stained the gravel red, slowly soaking through.

Zheng Hong dumbly covered his abdomen, his waist and lower abdomen, in just a split second, completely sliced open a vast gash.

It was as if his arm, acting like a cutting machine at high speed, had horrifically sliced open.

Because of the excessive speed, his body couldn’t react in time, and his abdomen was already hollowed out by a hit.

Bones, muscles, skin, along with clothes, everything shattered, mixed together into a long line of bloody debris behind him.

"I.... regret...." Zheng Hong struggled to speak.

But his body was already too weak to support him, slowly falling backward.

Thump.

He fell backward onto the ground, eyes wide open, gradually ceasing to breathe, and losing the ability to think.