Chapter 205: Primordial Yellow Dao Body: A Love Betrayed
No fancy techniques, no dazzling displays.
Shi Hao’s swordsmanship was simple, direct, and deadly.
He flickered, his movements swift and unpredictable, appearing in the midst of the enemy ranks, his sword flashing, killing one, injuring two.
Swords and sabers clashed around him.
He retreated, his figure a blur.
A small figure rolled through the chaos, her hook flashing, severing limbs, then rolled back out again.
Those who had lost their legs stumbled and fell.
The Purple Robe Evil Venerable, seizing the opportunity, charged forward, his iron palms crushing skulls and bones.
The Thunder King, his body covered in wounds, roared, his energy crackling like lightning, as he attacked the Purple Robe Evil Venerable.
The Purple Robe Evil Venerable snorted and quickly retreated.
A series of clanging sounds, and the Thunder King found himself bound by iron chains, struggling to break free, but his strength was gone.
Sparks danced along the chains, but they held firm.
A flash of light, and a beautiful figure appeared before him.
Du Yuejiao’s sword, a graceful arc of crimson, sliced across his throat.
She retreated, and the Purple Robe Evil Venerable, stepping forward, struck the Thunder King’s head with his palm, sending it flying.
Blood splattered across his robe.
At the same time, the Thunder King and the Sky King, their bodies also covered in wounds, were struggling.
The Crimson Rainbow Poison Venerable, although injured, along with Red Scorpion, Poison Crow, and Lü Shijun, pressed their attack on the Thunder King.
And Sha Lingshan, with Plum Blossom Lady and Peach Blossom Lady, fought the Sky King.
With the Thunder King dead, the remaining two were quickly being overwhelmed.
But they had no time to waste. The electrical energy, drawn by the Thunder Sound Universal Transformation Array, had reached the Primordial Yellow Dao Body.
The Purple Robe Evil Venerable charged towards the white jade platform where the Dao Body lay, along with the two mid-rank guards and several other martial artists.
He cut through them, his powerful palm strikes crushing their bodies, clearing a path to the platform.
The Sky King, intercepted by Shi Hao, rushed towards them, his body riddled with wounds from their earlier encounter, two sword cuts and a fan strike, Plum Blossom Lady and Peach Blossom Lady’s blades leaving deep gashes, Sha Lingshan’s fan strike having shattered his internal organs.
He was clinging to life, his heart meridian the only thing preventing his death. He wouldn’t last much longer.
But he still charged towards the Purple Robe Evil Venerable, his energy converging, forming a blade of pure force.
Facing this suicidal attack, the Purple Robe Evil Venerable was forced to retreat.
As the Sky King’s attack missed, his body split apart.
Shi Hao, seizing the moment of vulnerability, his sword piercing the Sky King’s heart, unleashed a burst of energy that tore him in two.
Although a single strike to the heart would have been enough to kill him, in this moment, even Shi Hao couldn’t think rationally.
Facing such desperate, suicidal enemies, he almost expected them to rise from the dead and continue fighting.
With the Sky King dead, Hou Bomin, Xiang Gu, and Du Yuejiao charged towards the platform.
The Thunder King, however, intercepted them.
The Crimson Rainbow Poison Venerable, Red Scorpion, Poison Crow, and the others followed.
As they attacked, the Thunder King roared, his left arm detaching from his body, flying towards them, and exploding in a flash of lightning.
The force of the blast threw them back.
The Purple Robe Evil Venerable and Shi Hao charged forward. The Purple Robe Evil Venerable, with a powerful palm strike, suppressed the remaining energy from the explosion.
Shi Hao’s sword aimed for the Thunder King’s neck.
The Thunder King kicked out with his right leg, which, breaking off at the hip, exploded, the force of the blast throwing the Purple Robe Evil Venerable, Shi Hao, and even Sha Lingshan, who had been approaching, backwards.
The electrical energy had almost reached the Primordial Yellow Dao Body.
The Thunder King, although reduced to a single arm and a single leg, stood firm, his figure like an unyielding pillar.
Hou Bomin, the Monkey Thief, the weakest among them, only seventh-rank, but his experience in the jianghu had honed his instincts. Although forced to retreat, he flicked his wrist, and his chain, empowered by the Constraining Rope Star, snaked through the air, wrapping around the Thunder King’s head.
He pulled, and the Thunder King’s body swayed.
The chain tightened, coiling around his remaining arm.
Two swords pierced his body… Plum Blossom Lady and Peach Blossom Lady, having recovered from the explosion, seized the opportunity created by Hou Bomin’s attack.
“Hahahaha!” The Thunder King laughed, his voice filled with defiance.
Then, his body exploded, a wave of force expanding outwards.
Plum Blossom Lady and Peach Blossom Lady, caught off guard, would have been killed if not for Sha Lingshan, who, appearing behind them, grabbed them and pulled them away.
The Purple Robe Evil Venerable and the Crimson Rainbow Poison Venerable, unleashing their full power, barely managed to contain the blast, both coughing up blood.
Red Scorpion, Poison Crow, and Lü Shijun were thrown backwards, their internal energy disrupted… Fortunately, they had been further away, the force of the explosion weakened, or they would have been killed instantly.
Hou Bomin and Xiang Gu, however, sensing the Thunder King’s desperation, had already retreated.
And Shi Hao, flipping over the exploding body in mid-air, his sword pointed downwards, ignoring the Thunder King’s final act of defiance, landed on the white jade platform.
The electrical energy had almost reached the Primordial Yellow Dao Body.
The concentrated energy, like a miniature sun, pulsed with power.
The two guards by the platform drew their swords, attacking Shi Hao.
His sword, carrying the force of a collapsing mountain, descended, its power unstoppable.
The two guards, their confidence shaken by his aura, attacked simultaneously.
A clang, and Shi Hao was thrown back.
But the two guards felt a chill… his attack had been too easy to deflect.
Behind them, a girl, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, her hand outstretched, a pearl glowing in her palm, approached the Primordial Yellow Dao Body.
It was Little Demonic Mother.
She stared at the Dao Body, its eyes glowing with a menacing light, its aura radiating power, making her heart pound.
But she didn’t hesitate… The Black Phoenix Poison Pearl was within her reach.
She had waited too long. She had to reach the high ranks.
Little Demonic Mother, whose real name was Yan Lengyue, had once been a young lady from a prominent martial arts family.
She had fallen in love with a man who had whispered sweet nothings, promising her the world.
But on their wedding night, he had killed her father.
He had only wanted their family’s secret martial arts manual. Her father, overjoyed, had presented the manual to his new son-in-law, hoping he would master it and protect his daughter.
And then, as he turned to leave, his son-in-law had stabbed him in the back with a poisoned blade.
Yan Lengyue had vowed revenge. She would kill the man who had betrayed her, used her, deceived her.
But in her quest for revenge, her family, her loved ones, had all been killed by him.
Desperate, she had turned to the demonic sects, embracing their dark arts.
But the man who had betrayed her had also joined the demonic sects, his strength always surpassing hers.
She had finally reached the fourth rank, but he had already ascended to the high ranks.
His name had been Ding Juncan. For a while, he had posed as a righteous martial artist, but after killing his father-in-law, his true nature revealed, he had changed his name to Ding Mocan, “Ding the Demonic.”
He was now a high-rank expert, number seven on the Blacklist.
The gap between the fourth and third ranks, although seemingly small, was a chasm, a difference not just in power but in their very essence.
With Ding Mocan’s ascension to the high ranks, Yan Lengyue’s hopes for revenge had seemed dim.
She had become obsessed with advancement, with becoming a high-rank expert, with revenge… It was her only reason for living.
But reaching the high ranks was no easy feat.
She had been stuck at the fourth rank for thirty years.
Every day, every night, her heart ached with the memory of her father, lying dead in a pool of blood… because of her.
Because she had loved the wrong man.
The “Blood Bath” ritual of the demonic sects was a brutal and dangerous practice.
Cruel to others, and cruel to oneself.
The pregnant woman, her host body, suffered immensely, her life force drained away.
She had been reborn as a fetus, absorbing her “mother’s” essence, regaining a tenth of her former power with each passing year.
But the process had been agonizing, each surge of returning power a torment, her screams echoing in the darkness of the hidden chamber where she had been born.
She had sacrificed so much.
And she had harmed so many.
There was no turning back.
She would become a high-rank expert, then she would have her revenge… Only after seeing her enemy die could she finally find peace.
Only then could she face those she had harmed in her quest for revenge… her father, her family, and the countless others who had died by her hand, their faces a blur in her memory.
And the woman, her “mother,” whose body she had used for the Blood Bath ritual, her life force drained away, her body withered, her gaze fixed on the emerging fetus…
—”If I can’t be your lover, then let me be your tool.”
—”I’ll do anything for you, as long as I can be with you.”
Yan Lengyue hadn’t understood that kind of love, that selfless devotion. Why had she been so kind, so loving, despite her own coldness and indifference?
But she would never forget that woman’s final expression, a look of peace and contentment, a mixture of maternal love, romantic devotion, and familial affection… so complex, so unforgettable.
Now, pushing aside all other thoughts, all other emotions, she pressed the Sui Marquis Pearl against the Primordial Yellow Dao Body.
There was no turning back.
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