CXnovel Chapter 251 The Deadly Melody Pierces the Sky
Chapter 251 The Deadly Melody Pierces the Sky
In this cutthroat world of double-crossing, understanding the situation before taking action is the fundamental rule for survival.
The three women, well-trained, held their breath and pressed their backs tightly against the cold rock wall.
Su Qingying held the Jade Spirit Sword horizontally in front of her chest, suppressing the sword's light with her true essence.
Jin Qiaoqiao took a deep breath; her demonic instincts made her sense a deadly threat coming from above in the distance.
The sky was violently torn open by two raging forces.
A dense mass of dark demonic energy and a faint wisp of pink spiritual energy violently pulled and collided in mid-air.
The tall, slender figure clad in black and gold armor firmly held the upper hand.
Each of his attacks unleashed a violent surge of energy powerful enough to shred the void, his moves characterized by their sweeping and powerful strikes.
The terrifying pressure of the late-stage Core Formation peak cultivator poured down through the air, making the people hiding in the shadows gasp for breath.
Yu Jianhuan abandoned her previous charming demeanor, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye trembled slightly with the tension in her facial muscles.
"This level of demonic energy refinement is definitely among the top experts in the core of other demonic sects."
"Junior brother, let's not go looking for trouble."
She lowered her voice and transmitted it to Mo Chengyue, her tone revealing a clear sense of apprehension.
Jin Qiaoqiao narrowed her golden vertical pupils, her gaze fixed on the black-robed figure being suppressed in mid-air.
"The woman using pink spiritual power is about to collapse; her breathing is completely chaotic."
"I think she'll be completely captured in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
The veins on the back of Su Qingying's hand gripping the sword bulged, and her clear, cold voice carried a chill.
"This person's methods of killing are extremely ruthless. We need to be careful not to get hurt by the aftershocks while we are down here."
Mo Chengyue narrowed his long, narrow eyes, his gaze sweeping over the demonic energy in the sky.
He could even see the intricate ancient magic runes on the black and gold armor.
"He's tough. Let's keep playing dead and wait for them to finish fighting and leave."
Without hesitation, he made his decision and shrank back half an inch into the shadows.
The battle below the clouds reached its climax.
A piercingly mournful note, like tearing silk, pierced through the howling wind.
The sound of the zither, carrying a resolute sense of mutual destruction, reverberated through the air.
A blood-red sonic wave, carrying destructive power, forcefully tore through the thick, dark demonic energy.
This sound wave contained a faint yet exceptionally pure Yin energy.
Mo Chengyue's thoughts, which were originally preparing to plan the retreat route, were interrupted.
Upon sensing the familiar rhythmic fluctuations and pure Yin energy, he immediately stopped moving.
He was all too familiar with this pure yin energy.
The ancient books he perused in the Hehuan Sect's library gave him a natural and keen sensitivity to this aura.
Moreover, the mournful zither music carried the unique Killing Wolf scale of the Heavenly Demon Dance of the Hehuan Sect.
His mind began rapidly filtering through the list of experts within the Hehuan Sect who were proficient in this art.
Within the Hehuan Sect, there are practically no female cultivators capable of unleashing such a powerful sonic blade in the late-stage Core Formation realm.
After counting them all, there's only Lin Miaoyin, the arrogant saintess from Zizhu Peak.
Mo Chengyue's expression became incredibly interesting, his features almost scrunched up.
Just a few days ago, he had set the tone in front of these women that he would never get involved in any trouble.
Even when he sensed that a fellow disciple was in danger in the southeast, he still led his team to take a detour with a clear conscience.
In this terrible situation, this damned fate has somehow come full circle and crashed right back in front of him.
He cursed under his breath, thinking how incredibly fast fate had slapped him in the face.
That Hehuan Sect's Holy Maiden, who always put on airs and was always concerned with appearances, was actually forced into this situation.
"Junior brother, why does your face look worse than if you've swallowed a fly?"
Yu Jianhuan keenly sensed the change in Mo Chengyue's emotions and leaned close to his ear to ask a question softly.
"I'm wondering if it's someone I met once before?"
Mo Chengyue didn't explain much, but simply raised his chin to signal her to continue watching the show.
High in the sky.
The young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect stood in the very center of the raging wind, his long hair flying wildly behind his head.
Facing the deadly blood-red sonic wave that was enough to kill cultivators of the same level, he let out a cold snort full of contempt.
"You ungrateful idiot."
He didn't even bother to take a step back; he simply flipped his palms forward.
The rolling black demonic light condensed into two thick, solid barriers in his palm.
The blood-red sonic blade, with its overwhelming momentum, struck the demonic light, producing a piercing, violent friction sound.
The young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect clenched his five fingers tightly.
He actually used his powerful physical strength and protective demonic energy to crush the fierce attack in mid-air with his bare hands.
A violent sonic boom resounded through the sky, and the violent recoil force transformed into visible waves of air that spread outwards.
The slender figure holding the zither was simply unable to withstand the backlash of such a force.
She was thrown backward mercilessly by the immense force.
The figure in black robes drew a long trail of blood in mid-air.
The slender body completely lost its balance and plummeted rapidly with a sharp whooshing sound.
The falling direction was unbiased, crashing straight into the towering cliff face more than ten miles directly in front of Mo Chengyue and the others.
Yu Jianhuan raised her hand to cover her red lips, a look of astonishment flashing across her eyes.
"If the physical body cannot withstand such terrifying force, it will likely end up being shattered to pieces."
Su Qingying frowned, and the Azure Spirit Sword emitted an uneasy, faint clang from its sheath.
"This demonic cultivator was extremely cruel; his sole aim was to cripple the opponent's cultivation."
Jin Qiaoqiao stood protectively beside Su Qingying, lowering her voice to remind everyone to be on high alert.
"The trajectory of this person's fall is heading straight for our path; we can't avoid it this time."
Mo Chengyue let out a long breath, feeling his temples throbbing wildly.
This isn't a windfall; it's a huge problem falling from the sky.
The situation had completely spiraled out of his control as an observer; the conflict had reached his very doorstep.
It was accompanied by a terrifying, earth-shaking roar.
The figure in black robes slammed heavily against the hard stone wall.
The entire ground trembled violently, and the cliff face in front was smashed into a deep crater by the enormous impact.
Countless fragments of stone pierced the air and flew haphazardly in all directions.
Huge cracks spread wildly outwards along the vertical rock face.
The billowing dust, mixed with materialized spiritual energy shockwaves, transformed into a storm that swept across the edge of the plain.
The strong wind caused the clothes of Mo Chengyue and the other three to flutter violently.
The surrounding towering shrubs were uprooted or cut in half by this force.
Wood chips mixed with soil formed a dense, sun-blocking cloud.
Mo Chengyue raised his wide sleeves to shield himself, and quietly circulated his spiritual energy to protect the three women behind him.
The flying pebbles bounced off his protective aura.
Before the smoke and dust had completely settled, Mo Chengyue had already spread out his divine sense without hesitation.
The immense mental power traversed a distance of ten miles, accurately pinpointing the situation within the deep pit.
The figure in black robes was barely breathing, embedded in the pile of rubble.
Her once magnificent pure black Taoist robe was now tattered and worn, revealing large areas of her scratched skin.
Her body temperature was abnormally high; even from this distance, one could sense the scorching and chaotic heat emanating from her.
That is a unique manifestation of qi disorder when lustful poison takes effect.
A broken pipa, stained with dark red blood essence, fell to the ground beside her, three of its five strings broken.
Those familiar, cool eyes, even covered in dust and blood, confirmed her identity.
It was Lin Miaoyin, the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, whom he had once used as bait to escape and who owed him a life.