Dominating Martial King
Chapter 123 - 123 120 Killing Nature Four updates to thank Brother cg768 for the reward of Alliance Hierarch

123: Chapter 120 Killing Nature (Four updates to thank Brother cg768 for the reward of Alliance Hierarch) 123: Chapter 120 Killing Nature (Four updates to thank Brother cg768 for the reward of Alliance Hierarch) PS: Thanks to brother cg768 for his reward as the Alliance Hierarch right from the start of the book, a debt owed until today.

Plus another Alliance Hierarch, tomorrow we continue with four more updates.

Also, I’m here to ask everyone for their monthly tickets again, the ranking of the new book by monthly tickets is simply too scary to look at.

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“Are they trying to provoke us into slaughtering each other?

That Zhuo guy, truly sinister.”

Zhou Liangchen shivered and turned his head to glare at the Zhou family members, “Use all the Heart-clearing Pills and Detoxification Pills, and cover your mouths and noses tightly.

If you feel your mind clouding, tell me in advance.”

Chu Xisheng wondered what exactly this blood fog was.

It turned people mad like rabid dogs—was it temporary, or permanent?

What was the purpose of the initiator of this blood fog?

Was it merely to drive everyone mad and turn them against each other?

And could this be related to the deactivation of the secret realm tokens?

As he pondered, Chu Xisheng still did not lower his guard.

He and Zhou Liangchen, one on each side, guarded this corner like two iron gates.

The slaughter within the blood fog continued relentlessly, screams rising and falling.

Chu Xisheng couldn’t see clearly into the depths of the blood fog.

He could only roughly estimate that from the moment of the incident until now, perhaps over a hundred people had died on Han White Jade Square.

Especially within the twenty breaths after the blood fog exploded, many people were caught off guard and killed by those close to them.

Although the number of Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators on the square was greatly reduced, the fierce battle within the blood fog became more intense, with the sounds of weapons clashing echoing everywhere, shouts rising and falling.

Chu Xisheng and his group couldn’t stay uninvolved.

In the next fifteen minutes, people intermittently rushed to this corner at the southeast side.

Without exception, they all had flushed faces, bulging veins at the corners of their eyes, completely irrational.

Chu Xisheng might have also been influenced by the blood fog.

His actions were ruthless, showing no mercy.

Anyone who came within ten feet would be met with a swift drawing of his sword.

Under normal conditions they weren’t his match, and without their rationality, they could not withstand his fast sword.

They didn’t know how to defend or dodge; when confronting Chu Xisheng, they only knew how to attack head-on, which undoubtedly led their necks straight to the edge of Chu Xisheng’s blade.

Chu Xisheng consecutively killed seven people, each with a single stroke to the throat, quick and clean.

Zhou Liangchen was also ruthless in his attacks, claiming the lives of three with his heavy sword.

About seventy-five minutes later, ‘Corpse Dog’ Li Manshan also stumbled into the corner on the southeast side.

From three feet away, when he saw Chu Xisheng and the others, his face paled, and his rushing figure backed away as if a hyena encountering a lion.

Yet Chu Xisheng noticed that the flush on this man’s face was much fainter than on the others’.

His eyes were clear, without bulging veins.

Zhou Liangchen also noticed Li Manshan.

Raising his sharp eyebrows, he said, “That guy seems to have regained his sanity.

Just now, he was fighting most happily with Si Huangquan.”

Although he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, the most cursed person in the midst of the blood fog was Si Huangquan, followed by Corpse Dog Li Manshan.

This was good news, indicating that the blood fog’s effect on muddling the mind was not permanent, and its effect was gradually decreasing.

Chu Xisheng, deep in thought, scanned the surroundings, “The blood fog is starting to thin out, and the combat is subsiding.”

A touch of blood color also flashed across his face.

During this intense period lasting forty-five minutes, they had inevitably inhaled a bit of the blood fog.

Chu Xisheng felt his mind filled with violent thoughts, wanting to swing his sword at anyone he saw.

Fortunately, he was still able to control himself and hadn’t lost his rationality.

As the blood fog thinned, the violent thoughts inside Chu Xisheng’s mind gradually faded too.

His vision was also improving gradually, extending up to thirty-nine feet around him.

It was at this moment that Chu Xisheng’s gaze sharpened.

He saw a black figure rushing through the blood fog towards him.

After this person appeared in his line of sight, it only took two steps to cover a distance of thirty-six feet and reach right in front of Chu Xisheng.

This person moved rapidly like lightning but landed heavily, making the ground slightly tremble.

—It was Si Huangquan!

Chu Xisheng’s brows lifted slightly, and the Rune Blood Refining Blade in his hand clanged out of its sheath in a swift, upward strike, glimmering with a silver-white blade light amidst the blood mist.

This blade light, enveloped by wind and thunder, cut through the air like a swift wind, striking at Huang Quan Si’s brow before he could come close.

Huang Quan Si was forced to cross his Butterfly Double Knives to block the attack, and when their blades met, a sharp clanging sound rang out, spewing sparks several feet into the air.

A look of surprise appeared in Huang Quan Si’s eyes.

Chu Xisheng’s power had surpassed his!

Huang Quan Si, with his metallic body, possessed strength that nearly swept through his ranks.

Yet, facing Chu Xisheng, his strength was still slightly overwhelmed.

Just as Huang Quan Si’s momentum was forced to a halt, Chu Xisheng slashed again!

—Extreme Move: Trace of Wind!

This was the first time Chu Xisheng had used this extreme technique, and his motions were extremely awkward.

Fortunately, his system was exceptionally powerful.

After integrating Trace of Wind into the Chasing Wind Saber, the gap between these two sword techniques was minimal.

Even without any practice, Chu Xisheng was able to execute them swiftly.

Huang Quan Si’s expression drastically changed.

Without any hesitation, he retreated, vigorously blocking and, in the nick of time, parried the blow aimed at his chest from Chu Xisheng.

The blade edge still penetrated his chest, slashing three inches into his Golden Iron Body and even damaging some of the internal springs and runes.

Huang Quan Si himself was struck by the tremendous force from Chu Xisheng’s blade, causing his figure to stagger and slide back nearly ten feet.

After he stabilized himself, he held his knives with both hands, his expression filled with wariness and doubt as he looked at Chu Xisheng.

There was a slight confusion in Huang Quan Si’s eyes.

These two strikes from Chu Xisheng were undoubtedly of a high standard.

If he had been even slightly slower just now, the lower half of his body would have been cleaved in two by Chu Xisheng’s blade.

These two moves alone were enough to render Chu Xisheng invincible among the Ninth Grade of East State, and even geniuses from Qingyun like Zhuo Baiyun and Li Manshan might not be able to withstand them.

However, what puzzled Huang Quan Si was that the pressure Chu Xisheng exerted now felt much less intense, far from when they had entered the Ninth Grade Secret Realm.

Back then, Chu Xisheng seemed extremely dangerous, and Huang Quan Si had the premonition that if he dared to strike, he would certainly be beheaded.

The current Chu Xisheng, strong as he was, no longer gave him that chilling sensation.

Chu Xisheng was secretly disappointed; this move, ‘Trace of Wind,’ was indeed not enough to kill Huang Quan Si instantly.

Things would become troublesome now.

Once Huang Quan Si was on guard against this move, he wouldn’t give Chu Xisheng a second chance.

Chu Xisheng quickly adjusted his mindset, looking at Huang Quan Si with an indifferent expression for a moment before shifting his gaze to the distant ‘Slaughter’ Stele.

Unnoticed, the surrounding blood mist had thinned out enough to barely see through.

Chu Xisheng glanced at the light screen next to the stele and then slightly raised his eyebrows: “Your Excellency has a strong thirst for slaughter.”

By now, the rankings on the screen had changed.

[Chu Xisheng, two hundred fourteen]

[Huang Quan Si, two hundred two]

[Zhou Liangchen, one hundred seventy-six]

[Bai Xiaozhao, one hundred seventy]

[Li Manshan, one hundred sixty-four]

[Zhuo Baiyun, one hundred forty-two]

[Lu Chen, one hundred forty]

[Ying Haobai, one hundred forty]

[Mu Ling, one hundred thirty]

In just those few moments, this Iron Asura had already surged from an original score of one hundred thirty to two hundred two, ranking second only to Chu Xisheng.

If every kill was worth two points, then the number of people who had died by Huang Quan Si’s hand had reached a staggering thirty-six!