Dominating Martial King
Chapter 117 - 117 114 Demon Food

117: Chapter 114: Demon Food 117: Chapter 114: Demon Food Just when a swarm of Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators crowded into the “Demon” Word Path,

the young sorcerer Mu Ling chose to stay.

He walked up to the five people who had been slain by Chu Xisheng and stared fixedly at their corpses.

The countenance of the young sorcerer gradually grew solemn as he bent down to examine the wounds on the corpses, then he even dabbed a bit of blood and brought it to his nose for a light sniff.

“What’s wrong?”

Shadowless Sword Zhuo Baiyun had intended to enter that narrow path as well.

At that moment, he caught a glimpse of Mu Ling’s unusual behavior from the corner of his eye.

His eyebrows raised, he immediately made his way through the crowd, hand on his sword.

“Mu Ling, is there something wrong with these corpses?”

The young sorcerer looked up and instinctively startled when he saw Zhuo Baiyun approaching.

The Ying Family had only assigned him two guards, and if Zhuo Baiyun harbored any kill intent toward him, the three of them would likely not survive for more than five breaths.

However, Mu Ling quickly let go of his guard.

With Chu Xisheng and Si Huangquan still unaccounted for, Zhuo Baiyun wouldn’t be foolish enough to attack him at this moment.

Besides, guarding was useless, Zhuo Baiyun’s sword could finish them in the briefest of moments.

“Very strange.” Mu Ling pointed at the five corpses, “The primordial qi and spiritual energy in these corpses are all gone—”

Zhuo Baiyun blinked in surprise and stared at the corpses fixedly.

All things have a spirit, and the Human Clan is considered the leader among them.

Though they have lost their ancestors’ massive bodies and innate divine powers, their spiritual energy is recognized as the strongest among all mortal creatures.

Theoretically, even after death, their spiritual energy should persist for a considerable length of time.

Also, the primordial qi housed within their bone marrow and blood typically dries up only two to three days after death.

“It’s really gone,” Zhuo Baiyun frowned deeply, “Could there be something wrong with Chu Xisheng’s sword technique?

I’ve heard some demonic sword techniques can absorb a person’s primordial qi and spirit.”

“He was only using the Chasing Wind Saber technique,” Mu Ling glanced at him sideways, “His sword skill was very authentic.”

That was the pure lineage of the Formless Divine Sect—

Zhuo Baiyun thought hard and then smiled bitterly, “Then I’m stumped, could someone really have stealthily taken away these five person’s primordial qi and spiritual energy amidst such a large crowd?”

He shook his head, pointing in the direction of the entrance to the “Demon” Word Path, “This is indeed a bit strange, but let’s move on.

If we delay any longer, we’ll fall behind.”

In that time, the crowd at the entrance had almost all moved on.

Mu Ling frowned slightly but stood up and followed Zhuo Baiyun towards the entrance.

He was curious about the matter, but judging from the situation at the scene, there were no clues for him to investigate the truth.

And just as the young sorcerer Mu Ling was about to step into the entrance, he suddenly turned around and looked at the “Divine” inscription topped with “Divine Turtle Wanderer.”

The ethereal figure on the monument showed no abnormality, still standing with hands behind his back, motionless, staring straight ahead.

Mu Ling, however, felt as if there was still a chilling gaze fixed on him from nearby.

Mu Ling’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, then he coldly curled his lip in a mocking sneer.

He suppressed this strange feeling for the moment and turned to walk into the entrance.

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On the other side, after Chu Xisheng entered the Demon Word Path, he was greeted by a total haze.

It wasn’t until they groped their way around a corner that their visibility improved slightly.

What unfolded before them then was a desolate ancient path leading to an unknown destination.

This path was originally paved with large blocks of green stone bricks, but having been unwalked for thousands of years, the path was overgrown with wild grass and vines everywhere.

On both sides were dense forests, where massive trees reached up to the sky, extending beyond sight.

They indeed could not see the edge as a large amount of white fog shrouded everything beyond ten zhang to the sides of the road.

Chu Xisheng, who had exceptionally good eyesight, could only see up to fifteen zhang away.

The area was dim and lightless due to the obstruction of the trees, creating a dark and chilly atmosphere.

The surroundings were also very quiet, with only the sounds of birds chirping and insects humming.

However, from time to time, the sounds of apes howling and tigers roaring would reach their ears.

These sounds seemed to be far away, yet also as if they were very close, sending a shiver down their spines and raising the hairs on their necks.

Chu Xisheng slightly furrowed his brows.

A sense of unease began to creep up inside him, pricking at his mind restlessly.

This was due to Qin Muge’s “Divine Sorrow” talent.

His spiritual sense detected hidden dangers lurking within the fog.

Also, his Vengeful Blade Intent had urgently activated.

—You are being eyed by an unknown enemy, your Vengeful Blade Intent has enhanced to a weak strong level!

That young sorcerer had certainly not lied to him.

But since they had already entered, they could only follow the path to its dark end.

“Something’s not right,” Chu Xisheng’s eyes hardened as he scanned the surroundings, “Everyone, be careful.

I sense something spying on us, it could be very close.”

Zhou Liangchen also grew cautious, his hand resting on the hilt of the heavy sword behind him, ready to draw it at any moment.

However, he soon showed a helpless expression, “Brother Chu, could you slow down a bit?

The brothers can’t keep up.”

Chu Xisheng looked back and saw the Martial Cultivators of the Zhou Family with heaving chests and heavy breaths.

Chu Xisheng, feeling somewhat embarrassed, slowed down.

He actually wanted to get out of this Demon Word Path before the Qin Muge Character Card expired.

“Actually, there’s no need to rush,” Zhou Liangchen noted Chu Xisheng’s pace was still fast, slightly puzzled, “The Divine Turtle Wanderer set the time limit for one hour, but this Ninth Grade Secret Realm is only so large, we would have enough time however we walk—”

Just then, someone from behind them let out a scream, “There’s a snake!”

The group, already tense, instantly became alert and drew their weapons.

Chu Xisheng had been on guard all the while.

However, at the mention, he still scoffed inwardly.

He thought to himself, why is this person causing such a fuss?

Are they really the Ninth Grade elite selected by the Zhou Family?

It’s just a snake after all—

When he turned his head, he nearly froze.

To their left, hung four giant pythons, as thick as water barrels and over twenty meters long, on a nearby giant tree.

They raised their heads as large as windmills, hissing with their tongues out, their vertical pupils filled with hunger and mockery as they watched them.

Chu Xisheng, through his Five Senses Spiritual Communication, sensed that these four snakes had only Ninth Grade cultivation, but their bodies were exceptionally large, and their Qi-Blood frighteningly abundant.

—This must be due to the special environment here.

The Ninth Grade Secret Realm created by the Divine Turtle Wanderer doesn’t allow the existence of powers above the Ninth Grade.

Thus, these two Demon Snakes had to enhance their physical bodies instead.

Chu Xisheng looked to his right and discovered that three more were hanging on the giant trees there as well.

He swallowed hard, instinctively wanting to retreat.

But soon after, a chill ran through his scalp.

On the ancient green stone path behind them, stood four ferocious Saber-toothed tigers.

They too had only Ninth Grade cultivation, but their bodies were terrifyingly large, standing as tall as a building.

The four Saber-toothed tigers stood together, completely blocking the path behind them.

They too stared with lantern-sized eyes, their gaze filled with greed and ferocity.

Chu Xisheng clutched the sword at his waist, feeling like he might soon become a feast for these beasts.