Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 278 - 209: Slaughter the Familiar!_2

Chapter 278: Chapter 209: Slaughter the Familiar!_2

"It’s over! Li Ping’an is undoubtedly doomed to die!"

A group of cultivators watched as Li Ping’an vanished into the flames, and they already foresaw his end, sighing and lamenting:

"The future of Mount Longhu is gone!"

...

"Young Master Li! Are you alright?"

Zixia, who cared the most about Li Ping’an, cried out in shock, tightly gripping the chair beside her, almost breaking it.

"My benefactor, Li Ping’an, hasn’t been burnt alive by that evil-doer, has he?"

Upon seeing this, the Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, immediately glared fiercely at Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao, who was still spewing flames relentlessly.

"Li Ping’an, you can’t have..."

The immensely tense Ghost Taoist quickly removed a talisman that was covering his eyes, revealing his deeply sunken eyeballs, squinted for a moment, and then his heart was at ease:

"This kid just knows how to scare people! Damn, I didn’t expect him to withstand the Fire Element Technique. To do so at such an age, truly remarkable!"

The less experienced cultivators either thought Li Ping’an was burnt to death or killed, but only the Heads of the Four Great Noble Paths, other sect masters, Wang Tianran, and Ghost Taoist could see that Li Ping’an was still alive and well, although they didn’t explicitly say so.

Observatory Master Immortal Fei He of Moyun Temple immediately turned to the Heads of the Four Great Noble Paths and the Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, and urgently shouted:

"This Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao has committed murder, should we not cancel his contest?"

The Heads of the Four Great Noble Paths said in unison:

"No need! Continue the contest!"

Zixia, Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect, and Night Traveler Muqiang Baoshan all confirmed Li Ping’an’s fate from this statement!

...

"Li Ping’an, you shouldn’t die so easily, right? Hahahaha!"

Excited, Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao shouted while spraying flames, although he knew in his heart that these means couldn’t kill Li Ping’an, but being able to suppress Li Ping’an momentarily brought him great pleasure.

"What do you think? You evil beast!"

From within the black flames, Li Ping’an’s calm voice emerged, followed by everyone seeing a human figure appearing within the black flames, and moreover, the figure was moving, walking towards Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao, who was still spewing fire.

As Li Ping’an walked forward five meters, everyone was shocked to see that not only was Li Ping’an unharmed, but he was also smiling with a grin, causing the less experienced cultivators to exclaim:

"Li Ping’an... he’s actually still alive... My God! How strong is he?"

"Good, that’s right, if you died like that, it would be a complete waste of my time! Hahahaha!"

Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao grinned and, at the same time, noticed the mysterious red flames that suddenly appeared around Li Ping’an, constantly absorbing the black flames that he was spewing from his mouth.

"So that’s how it is..."

Only then did Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao cease his technique, and at the moment he did, his ferocious, blackened exterior suddenly reverted to his prior celestial demeanor.

"Have you had your fun?"

Li Ping’an squinted his eyes, suppressing the anger in his heart, and asked in a low voice.

"You’re finally showing some anger. It seems I haven’t caused enough trouble. I hope you’ll get furious, unleash all your power because then..."

Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao, smilingly drawing out his sword from his waist:

"...it will be interesting, hahaha!"

"Ghost Sword of Netherworld!"

Within Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao’s wildly laughing expression, he suddenly knelt on the ground, gripping the sword in his hands tightly and plunged it into the earth.

At the precise moment his sword touched the ground, the Curse Seal of the Earth on Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao’s left shoulder began to rapidly spin, though clothed, so outsiders were unaware.

"Li Ping’an, I’m going to get serious now. Be very careful, or you will die a miserable death!"

Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao said with a smile, letting go of the sword hilt and sliding his hand along the blade. His right hand got cut, and blood began to flow incessantly.

The blood that flowed out along the sword started to seep into the ground, and Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao became extremely excited and wild, letting out an uproarious howl to the sky.

"Aaah!"

After the howl, the blood that entered the ground somehow turned black and started flowing in reverse. The black blood surged up from the ground, flowed up the blade, and into Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao’s wound, eventually entering his body.

"What is he doing?"

"Such a sinister spell!"

"Offering the sword through a blood sacrifice, this somewhat resembles the evil magic used by the demon monsters outside the Sword Qi Great Wall!"

"Exactly, we Taoist sects have never used blood to cast spells!"

"What on earth is this Orthodox Zhengyi Temple cultivator, Nangong Zhidao, up to?"

The cultivators present with lower cultivation levels, upon witnessing this horrifying scene, stood up one after another, looking towards the rest of the Zhengyi cultivators with cold trepidation and asked:

"Hey, cultivators of the Orthodox Zhengyi Temple, what kind of evil magic is this Nangong Zhidao using?"

"We..."

The brothers of the Orthodox Zhengyi Temple were also extremely frightened, but they didn’t know how to answer and stammered:

"We... we... we don’t know either!"

"Damn it!"

These standing lower-ranking cultivators, left with no choice, once again turned towards the leaders of The Four Great Noble Paths and other sect leaders for protection:

"Esteemed sect leaders, what spell is this Nangong Zhidao casting? It’s so wickedly sinister!"

"My fellow cultivators, do not fear, I will..."

Just as Head of Immeasurable Sect, Taishu Yiqing, was about to stand up and take charge, Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect spoke nonchalantly:

"Junior Brother Taishu, there’s no rush, let’s watch a while longer!"

Head of Heavenly Mist Sect, Mo Liqi, found the actions of the Orthodox Zhengyi Temple cultivator, Nangong Zhidao, increasingly interesting, and thus also advised:

"Why panic, what are you afraid of? We are here to preside over the situation."

The anxious cultivators then said:

"But this Orthodox Zhengyi Temple cultivator, Nangong Zhidao, seems like a demon monster from the outer domains!"

With a slap on the table, Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect loudly commanded:

"Whether Orthodox Zhengyi Temple cultivator Nangong Zhidao is human or demon, the result will be clear after the fight. You are cultivators of the Taoist sects, yet you panic like this, it’s unbecoming. Sit down immediately!"

Head of Heavenly Mist Sect, Mo Liqi, also reassured:

"You need not fear, with us here, even if an old demon from the outer domains were to come, there’s no need to be afraid!"

"..."

Naturally feeling somewhat reassured after hearing this, the cultivators didn’t dare to sit down. Instead, they remained standing behind their chairs to watch the upcoming contest.

"There is something wrong with Zhengyi Temple’s Nangong Zhidao!"

Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, had been silently observing, especially after seeing Nangong Zhidao’s strange techniques, he became even more convinced of it, and thus he quietly ordered the Night Travelers behind him:

"The spell used by Nangong Zhidao seems to be a move of the Undying Immortal Kumarajiva from outside the Sword Qi Great Wall. Immediately notify the nearby Night Travelers to lie in ambush nearby and wait for my order. When the time comes, capture Nangong Zhidao and bring him back to The Night Traveler’s Bureau for interrogation!"

"Yes!"

...

"Li Ping’an, you may open your eyes now! This technique is something I’ve just recently learned!"

Orthodox Zhengyi Temple cultivator Nangong Zhidao slowly stood up after all the black blood had entered his body.

"Just learned? Then you shouldn’t show it off..."

While Li Ping’an was scoffing, he, like the other cultivators, suddenly saw the shadow of Orthodox Zhengyi Temple cultivator Nangong Zhidao undergo a strange transformation, changing from a normal human’s shadow into the huge, imposing shadow of a demon monster with bull horns.

The sword shadow of the sword he held in his hand also grew over ten meters longer, reaching out towards Li Ping’an as if the monster’s hand was trying to grab hold of him.

Seeing this eerie scene, Li Ping’an then put away his contempt and stared intently at the shadow of Orthodox Zhengyi Temple cultivator Nangong Zhidao, demanding:

"Who are you, really!"

"Me? "

Orthodox Zhengyi Temple cultivator Nangong Zhidao still answered with a smile:

"I’m an old acquaintance of yours!"