Chapter Fifty-Three: The Blood Prison Sword Demon
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Deep within the White Bone Hall, Mo Tianxing pressed the dark-gold Immortal-Slaying Sword Soul onto the center of the altar.
The instant the sword soul touched the blood-red markings, it began to writhe like a living creature. The baleful aura covering its surface resonated with the altar, producing a deep, buzzing tremor.
“It has been a thousand years... Blood Prison Sword Demon, your slumber must end!”
Mo Tianxing threw back his head and roared, his voice filled with near-mad fanaticism. “The sword bones of Heavenly Sword Manor and the souls of countless cultivators—today, I shall use these sacrifices to bring you back into this world!”
“Once Lord Blood Prison Sword Demon returns, the entire Great Qian Dynasty will have to bow to me, Mo Tianxing!”
He suddenly bit through the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of vital essence onto the sword soul.
In an instant, the altar’s runes flared like sparks spreading across a prairie. Cracks spread across the ground in a spiderweb pattern, radiating from the altar. Dark-red miasma erupted through the fissures, carrying the wails of countless wronged souls. In the center of the hall, it condensed into a swirling vortex of blood.
“Heh heh heh... Mo Tianxing, you miserable ant. At last, you have proven somewhat useful.”
“When I return to this world, I shall turn the entire Eastern Region into a living hell!” A deep demonic voice came from within the blood vortex.
The surrounding disciples of the Dark Fiend Sect whispered among themselves, their voices filled with awe.
“The Sword Demon’s pressure is even more terrifying than the Sect Master’s! With Lord Sword Demon here, our Dark Fiend Sect will soon dominate the Eastern Region!”
Before long, the silhouette of the Blood Prison Sword Demon grew increasingly distinct.
His two-meter-tall body was covered in dark-purple bone spines. Most horrifying of all were his eyes, which burned with ghostly-blue demonic fire.
Wherever his gaze passed, people felt cold from head to toe. The spiritual energy within their bodies seemed to freeze, and even breathing became difficult.
“Unfortunately, I was imprisoned for ten thousand years, and only thirty percent of my spiritual energy remains. I have barely recovered to the third level of the Mahayana Realm. They say that sword bone contains an innate sword principle. If I devour it, I should at least be able to recover to the fifth level of the Mahayana Realm!”
The Blood Prison Sword Demon licked his gleaming fangs, his voice thick with greed for power.
At that moment, a thunderous explosion rang out. The main gate of the White Bone Hall was cleaved apart by a beam of violet-gold sword light, and Qin Feng strode through the shattered dust, Formation-Breaking Sword in hand.
“Mo Tianxing! The time has come for blood to pay for blood!”
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“The vengeance for my parents, and the lives of the three hundred seventy-three people of the manor—I will make you and the Dark Fiend Sect repay it all today!”
Luo Ning frost followed close behind him. Her ice-blue robe snapped fiercely in the miasma, while the moisture drawn forth by her Cold River Sacred Physique condensed into fine crystals of ice around her.
“Junior Brother, that monster is at least in the Mahayana Realm! You must not act rashly!” The moment Luo Ning frost saw the dark-purple demonic aura swirling around the Blood Prison Sword Demon, alarm bells rang in her heart.
She instinctively stepped in front of Qin Feng. The spiritual-energy patterns on her ice-blue robe lit up, and the moisture summoned by her Cold River Sacred Physique condensed into a thin wall of ice around the two of them.
“That monster’s demonic aura is overwhelmingly powerful. We must consider our options carefully!”
Mo Tianxing slowly rose to his feet. Looking at the two intruders, he curled his lips into a cruel smile.
“You came at just the right time! Qin Feng, your Heaven-Slaying Sword Bone will make an excellent appetizer for Lord Sword Demon!”
“Lord Sword Demon, this is a survivor of Heavenly Sword Manor. His sword bone is the Heaven-Slaying Sword Bone!”
“The Heaven-Slaying Sword Bone?”
“What a rich sword-soul aura... Far more delicious than those scraps!”
“It has not fully awakened, but its purity far exceeds my expectations! Once I devour his sword bone and soul, not only can I restore my shattered soul, I can also comprehend the sword principles of Heavenly Sword Manor. What an unexpected delight!”
The Blood Prison Sword Demon’s gaze fell upon Qin Feng, and his demonic-fire pupils suddenly contracted.
“What kind of demon are you?” Qin Feng asked. Feeling the demonic aura radiating from the Blood Prison Sword Demon, he sensed that something was deeply abnormal.
“I am the ancient Blood Prison Sword Demon. Three thousand years ago, I fought that old monster from Heavenly Sword Manor. He reduced me to a shattered soul and sealed me beneath this Blood Prison.”
“If that old bastard had not used his natal sword bone as the medium, how could I have fallen into such a state? Now his descendant has delivered himself to my doorstep. I shall use your Heaven-Slaying Sword Bone to restore my shattered soul!”
“Once I devour your soul and comprehend the sword principles of Heavenly Sword Manor, it will not merely be the Eastern Region—even the entire Tianyuan Continent will tremble before me!” The Blood Prison Sword Demon’s voice carried a venomous hatred that had endured for millennia, while the demonic aura around him surged with excitement.
Qin Feng roared furiously. The violet-gold sword aura of Formation-Breaking Sword pointed straight at the Blood Prison Sword Demon’s heart.
“Demon of the heretical path, you dare covet the legacy of Heavenly Sword Manor! Today, I shall destroy you as well!”
“Formation Breaker: Sky-Rending!”
The spiritual energy around Qin Feng surged explosively. The power of his ninth-level Void Refinement cultivation resonated with the Heaven-Slaying Sword Bone to its utmost limit, and ancient sword markings from Heavenly Sword Manor appeared upon Formation-Breaking Sword.
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With a turn of his wrist, the sword aura surged forth like a furious dragon breaking through the sea. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart with sharp crackling sounds, and even the demonic aura swirling around the Blood Prison Sword Demon was forced back by three parts.
This strike embodied his determination for revenge and the inherited power of Heavenly Sword Manor. Before the sword aura even arrived, its fierce sword intent sent fragments of bone scattering from the ground, driving them like needles toward the Blood Prison Sword Demon.
Yet the Blood Prison Sword Demon merely gave a casual sweep of his claw. Though the movement appeared slow, it carried overwhelming force and smashed the sword aura apart by brute strength.
The residual force shook Qin Feng’s webbed palm open, and Formation-Breaking Sword nearly flew from his grasp.
Qin Feng staggered backward again and again, blood from his split palm dripping along the blade.
He stared at the fading remnants of the shattered sword aura, his eyes filled with incredulous horror.
“How is this possible... How can this demon be so powerful? Even the inherited sword technique of Heavenly Sword Manor cannot stop him!”
Luo Ning frost caught the unsteady Qin Feng. She looked at the blood seeping from his palm, then glanced at the Blood Prison Sword Demon’s casual posture, and felt her heart sink to the bottom.
She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling despite her efforts to control it.
“The pressure of the Mahayana Realm... It truly is beyond anything we can withstand. That monster shattered Junior Brother’s full-powered sword technique with a single casual strike...”
The Blood Prison Sword Demon shook the demonic aura from his fingertips. Ghostly-blue demonic fire reflected his mocking smile.
“With such pitiful ability, you dare speak of purging evil from your own sect?”
“Ninth-level Void Refinement? Before me, you are no different from an ant!”
“Very well. Let me test this body I have newly condensed. I shall show you the fate of those who resist me!”
“Blood Prison Demon Claw: Soul-Shattering!”
The Blood Prison Sword Demon grinned savagely as he reached out with his claw. The bone spines upon his talons gleamed with a poisonous, ghostly radiance, carrying the terrifying power to tear apart the soul as they lunged straight for Qin Feng’s heart.
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