Chapter 748: Chapter 748
"Alright, since you want a fair fight, I shall grant you one!"
Fang Bai leaped back several yards, and the spatial ring on his left hand flickered slightly before a crimson light flashed. The Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, long silent in his spatial ring, now appeared in his right hand.
This Blood-Drinking Mad Blade had been discovered by Fang Bai and the Fat Taoist Wu De in the tomb chamber of an innate expert named Zhuge Dingtian.
Fang Bai hypothesized that the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade might originally have been an extremely formidable and terrifying spiritual artifact, which later, perhaps due to the sealing by some powerful being, had its might greatly diminished, turning it into what seemed like an ordinary mid-grade spiritual artifact.
What grade the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade truly belonged to, Fang Bai, with his current abilities, was temporarily unable to discern. Only when his power increased in the future, and he could break the seal of the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, would its true grade and power be revealed.
Zhuge Dingtian was merely an innate expert and could not possibly have crafted a spiritual artifact of the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade’s caliber. Therefore, he must have acquired it through some fortuitous event.
And after Zhuge Dingtian perished, the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade was buried with him in his tomb chamber, from where Fang Bai came to possess it.
Fang Bai gripped the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade tightly in his right hand, silently channeling a stream of Essence Energy into the blade. In an instant, a killing qi filled with the scent of blood spread out in all directions, enveloping the entire island.
And Fang Bai’s aura, at this very moment, underwent a drastic change, becoming as sharp and pressing as a blade’s edge.
"This blade... such intense killing intent!"
Wei He’s body, engulfed by the sky-high killing qi released from the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, felt all his hair stand on end, as if confronting death itself. He knew that the blood-colored long blade in Fang Bai’s hand was no ordinary weapon.
Moreover, he could sense that Fang Bai’s combat strength had also surged due to the augmentation of the blood-colored long blade.
"If that blood-colored long blade were in my hands, I would become even more powerful than I am now!"
Wei He stared intently at the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade in Fang Bai’s hand, his eyes filled with greed and wariness, pondering how to kill Fang Bai and claim the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade for himself.
Fang Bai raised the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade high, his gaze icy as he looked at Wei He and loudly declared, "This blade, named the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, must be bathed in the opponent’s blood once drawn before it can be sheathed! So... today, I shall use your blood to consecrate my blade!" Before his words had ceased, the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade had already swung down from above toward Wei He opposite him.
As Fang Bai swung the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, he softly uttered those two words.
The blade light flashed past, blood qi filled the sky, and a long, blood-colored blade shadow, accompanied by a heart-wrenching wail, cut towards Wei He’s body, as if the Grim Reaper itself was wielding its scythe, reaping Wei He’s life.
When Fang Bai had first obtained the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, he had also come across a saber manual called "Mad Blade Three Styles."
The "Mad Blade Three Styles" were divided into "Bloodthirst," "Soul Severing," and "Annihilation." After practicing these techniques, Fang Bai found that each style was more powerful than the previous. As his cultivation level increased, there would come a day when he, with a blade in hand, could consume blood, sever souls, and annihilate everything.
Fang Bai’s combat strength had been just slightly less than Wei He’s, but with the Find your next favorite novel on NovelHub today! Additionally, the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade possessed a terrifying attribute: during an attack, it could induce illusions in the opponent. Once the opponent failed to break the illusions quickly, they would become the undead souls beneath the mad blade.
As Fang Bai executed the "Bloodthirst" technique, a horrifying vision of a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea immediately appeared before Wei He’s eyes. Amidst that slaughter, countless martial artists were crazily battling each other, with limbs strewn all over the ground, and warriors falling with twisted faces and agonized screams, struggling in ceaseless pain before dying under endless torment.
Wei He found himself amidst a sea of corpses and rivers of blood, where he could almost smell the intense stench of blood. The ceaseless clamor of battle cries and the attacks of martial artists wielding their swords and blades against him all seemed so real...
Although all of this was an illusion, it felt as if he was truly there. If one did not possess an unwavering mind, they would be trapped within the illusion, presenting an opportunity for their opponent to exploit.
Wei He, though powerful and with a mind firmer than most, still experienced a momentary illusion under Fang Bai’s technique "Bloodthirst," leading to a brief lapse in his concentration.
In a battle between strong fighters, a single moment of negligence could prove fatal.
By the time Wei He broke free from the illusion that Fang Bai’s "Bloodthirst" had caused and realized that Fang Bai’s blood-colored blade was already at his chest, it was too late to react.
The sound of the blade piercing flesh rang out, and Wei He felt a shock in his chest. Looking down, he saw the blood-colored blade had stabbed through his front and protruded from his back.
Wei He could distinctly feel that once the blood-colored blade had pierced through his body, it produced an exceedingly strong suction force. His blood started to crazily surge into the blade’s body.
And as his blood drained away, his essence energy and physical strength were rapidly disappearing.
The "Jade Soul Hook Rod," which originally weighed only a few hundred pounds, suddenly felt as heavy as ten thousand pounds and fell from Wei He’s hands to the ground, rolling to the side.
Wei He’s eyes bulged, and with a look of unwillingness, he stared at Fang Bai, who had a hint of a cold smile playing at his lips. He wanted to say something but ultimately did not manage to utter a word, only making a "he-he" noise from his throat before his head tilted and he moved no more.
The Supreme Elder of "Ghost Doctor Valley," newly advanced to the high rank of the Heaven Level realm—had fallen.
Fang Bai held the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade in his hand until the blade flashed a strange blood-colored light, as if it had quenched its thirst on the blood of a martial artist. Only then did he withdraw the blade and stood aloof.
The body of Wei He, which had been propped up by the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, now fell to the ground like a deflated ball once Fang Bai withdrew his blade.
"Without the boost from this blade, killing Wei He, who possessed high-rank Heaven Level strength, would have been nearly impossible! This blade... is indeed a good blade!"
Fang Bai looked down at the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade in his hand, his divine sense penetrating the blade’s body, sensing the joyous hum coming from within. The recent killing and bloodletting had pleased this slightly sentient spiritual artifact, sharpening its edge and intensifying its killing qi even further.
In front of the Valley Master Hall, the fierce battle between the disciples of the five sects led by "Spirit Crane Sect" and the several sects headed by "Ghost Doctor Valley" had reached a fever pitch. Both sides fought with a disregard for their own lives, trading blood for blood, life for life, and it seemed unlikely for a victor to emerge anytime soon.
Even Li Ao, the Valley Master of "Ghost Doctor Valley," who had been keeping an eye on the small island in the lake, was entangled in a tough battle with Mu Xiantian and had no spare attention to give elsewhere.
Therefore, Fang Bai’s slaying of Wei He went unnoticed by all.