ATPnovel Chapter 53 The Revenge for the Severed Arm Will Be Avenged Today
Chapter 53 The Revenge for the Severed Arm Will Be Avenged Today
Wang Chan sensed that the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators were being attacked not far away, and he was furious, but he couldn't afford to be distracted at this moment.
After several endless and exhausting battles, Wang Chan's spiritual energy was almost depleted.
His breathing was heavy and rapid, his dantian was empty and trembling, and his meridians were faintly pricking and sore. His originally vast and rich blood energy was visibly weakening and thinning. Even the blood-colored bell above his head was becoming dimmer and dimmer, with its surface rippled and broken, and its defensive power was less than 30%.
His frenzied offensive came to a complete halt, and he was no longer able to launch a new round of attacks.
Su Mixin hovered in mid-air, coldly taking in Wang Chan's disheveled appearance as he struggled to hold on to the remaining situation, and the faint mockery on her lips gradually faded away.
This one-sided teasing is no longer interesting.
The show's over, it's time for the curtain to fall.
Before Wang Chan could catch his breath and regain his composure, the thin mist surrounding Su Mixin suddenly dissipated, and she transformed into a light and faint white mist, vanishing without a trace and disappearing completely from the void without leaving a lingering echo.
Wang Chan was greatly shocked. He instantly expanded his divine sense to its maximum, locking onto the surrounding void.
But in the next instant, the entire area of several feet in radius suddenly glowed with light, and six white-clad figures appeared simultaneously, arranged in a staggered manner, surrounding him firmly in the center of the battlefield from six directions, blocking all escape routes.
The six Su Mi Xins were identical in posture and aura, with calm expressions, and even the fluctuations of spiritual energy flowing around them were exactly the same.
What terrified Wang Chan the most was that even with his mid-Foundation Establishment stage divine sense scanning over it, he couldn't distinguish between the real and the fake.
A tremendous panic gripped Wang Chan's mind instantly; his face turned deathly pale, and the madness in his eyes transformed into terror.
Surrounded by six forces, unable to distinguish between the real and the fake, with his spiritual power nearly exhausted and his defenses on the verge of collapse, he experienced such utter despair for the first time in his life during a battle against his peers.
In this desperate situation, Wang Chan held nothing back, frantically squeezing out the last bit of spiritual energy remaining in his dantian.
In the blink of an eye, he sent a rapid message through his divine sense, ordering the two ferocious blood demons circling outside to split up and launch a strong attack to probe their strength!
At the same time, he made a hand seal with his right hand, summoning back the wandering green flying fork. Abandoning all offensive methods, he poured out every last bit of spiritual power remaining in his body, which flowed endlessly into the blood-red bell above his head.
The dim light of the Blood Bell suddenly surged by one level, barely stabilizing the crumbling defensive barrier. This was his last trump card to save his life; he had to fight to the death to survive this encirclement attack.
Upon receiving the order, the two blood demons rushed out from the left and right, heading towards the six white-clad figures in an attempt to break the illusion with a powerful attack and force out Su Mixin's true form.
But the next moment, the battle turned completely beyond Wang Chan's expectations; Su Mixin's real target was not him.
Two blood demons swiftly traversed the void, successively attacking the five white-clad figures. Each tearing claw and impact of bloodthirsty energy steadily churned Su Mixin in front of them into a sky full of white mist, which then collapsed with a bang.
The five phantoms shattered one after another, turning into nothingness.
Only one figure in white remained standing quietly behind Wang Chan, motionless and unmoving, calmly standing still.
The two blood demons immediately changed direction, joined forces, and fiercely attacked the last phantom, wanting to completely defeat the last figure and break the encirclement.
Just as the blood demon was about to touch the hem of her clothes, this last phantom suddenly vanished, turning into a thin mist that scattered and disappeared without a trace.
Wang Chan's mind relaxed for a moment, then tightened again, as he frantically searched for traces of the real body.
At that moment, behind the dissipating mist, a white mirror suddenly opened up, precisely trapping the two blood demons that had just joined together and were lunging forward with all their might within its light.
It turns out that Su Mixin's true form was hidden behind the illusion behind Wang Chan's body. At the crucial moment, she used a replica of the Mi Luo Illusion Mirror to control the two blood demons with the mirror's light.
The two blood demons, completely enveloped by the mirror light, instantly stiffened, their limbs froze, and the surging bloodthirsty aura around them completely stopped.
They remained in their ferocious, lunging posture, suspended in mid-air, motionless, trapped in the illusion, utterly reduced to two lifeless objects utterly powerless to resist.
Wang Chan's pupils contracted sharply, her whole body went cold, and she instantly understood everything.
Just as the blood demon was firmly imprisoned by the illusion mirror, nine jet-black sword lights suddenly turned back from the void.
"Pfft!"
The sword light was like a tapestry, its sharpness piercing the dawn. The dense and fierce blades instantly pierced through the bodies of the two blood demons who were unable to move and had no defense whatsoever.
Two faint, muffled ghostly howls vanished in an instant, as the violent sword force crushed and shredded layer by layer.
In a mere instant, the two ferocious blood demons were completely torn apart and crushed into a sky full of bloody mist. Their souls dissipated, their forms vanished, and they were utterly annihilated between heaven and earth.
Wang Chan, who used the secret techniques within the Blood Spirit Great Art to refine these two natal blood demons, was bound to them by fate, and was immediately attacked due to their interconnected minds.
Wang Chan's body trembled violently, his head throbbed with excruciating pain, and his mind churned and overturned as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his soul.
The flow of qi and blood in the chest and abdomen reversed, and the meridians were torn apart inch by inch, causing the already empty and depleted dantian to completely collapse.
A mouthful of scalding, scarlet blood gushed from his mouth, staining a large patch of his robe red.
The crimson bell's light plummeted dramatically, becoming dim and unable to maintain its protective form any longer. With a hum, it shrank back to its original magical artifact form and crashed to the ground.
With all his spiritual energy drained, his meridians ruptured, and his soul severely injured, Wang Chan's eyes rolled back instantly. The last trace of his consciousness was crushed by the excruciating pain, and his body went limp, causing him to fall into a coma.
The body, having lost all support, plummeted like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily towards the ground at the summit below.
In mid-air, Su Mixin stared at the falling Wang Chan, her eyes devoid of any emotion, only letting out a chilling snort.
"Six months ago, you plotted against me, crippling the arm of my Su family junior, Su Han, and disgracing my Thousand Illusion Sect."
"Today's battle will settle both old and new scores!"
Before he finished speaking, he lightly tapped his fingertip.
Two jet-black sword lights broke away from the Nine Mystic Sword Shuttle, which hovered in the void, and, carrying an incomparably sharp and murderous aura, shot down after the falling Wang Chan!
The two sword lights were extremely precise, locking onto Wang Chan's left and right arms respectively.
"Swish! Swish!"
Two crisp, clean cutting sounds echoed across the battlefield!
Blood gushed out, and flesh and bone were torn apart!
Wang Chan, still unconscious, didn't even have time to groan before his arms were severed at the root by the sword light. He fell through the air, his scarlet blood spraying into the sky, a scene of extreme horror.
In the distance, the Li brothers, who were feigning a fight with the Crimson Serpent Demons and holding them back, swept their divine senses over this horrifying scene and were instantly terrified, their faces turning ashen.
They could no longer care about anything else, their hearts filled only with overwhelming terror at the sight of their young master's severe injuries and maiming. In an instant, they forcefully broke free from the entanglement of the two demons, their bodies surging with blood-red light, transforming into two extremely scarlet streaks of light. They rushed towards the falling, broken body without regard for anything else, wanting to catch Wang Chan steadily and protect his life.
Su Mixin watched the two rush to their aid with indifference, remaining unmoved and not intervening further.
He raised his palm and made a grasping motion in the air, casually extending his hand to beckon.
The blood-red bell-shaped magical artifact that had just fallen into the air and had not yet landed trembled in response. Its spiritual light was locked in the air, and it involuntarily broke through the air and flew up, landing steadily in Su Mixin's palm.
It feels warm and substantial in the hand, made of superb materials. It is a genuine top-tier defensive magic weapon, far exceeding the ordinary.
Su Mixin gently stroked the strange patterns on the bell with her fingertips, her eyes calm, and murmured to herself, "This Blood Bell magic artifact is of decent quality, just enough to offset the high-level talisman treasure you won half a year ago."
After speaking, he put away the blood-red bell-shaped magic weapon. At the same time, he raised his hand and summoned all the scattered black sword light. The Nine Mystic Sword Shuttle shone with spiritual light and returned steadily to his hand.
Seeing that the battle was over, Yan Ruyan immediately lifted her skirt and hurried forward, her voice tinged with urgency: "Senior Brother!"
The icy, stern expression that had been covering Su Mixin's face vanished completely, replaced by a warm smile.
"I'm fine. That good-for-nothing didn't even touch the hem of my clothes from beginning to end."
Yan Yan, who was following closely behind Yan Ruyan, took in the whole scene and shook his head slightly, feeling quite emotional.
On the other side, Tian Buque reached out and steadily embraced Dong Xuan'er, who had a dazed expression, and slowly walked towards Su Mixin with the Crimson Serpent Twin Demons.
He glanced sideways at Wang Chan, who was lying on the ground not far away, seriously injured and on the verge of death. A wanton and arrogant smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes were full of mockery and smugness.
The Li brothers hurriedly took out several bottles of healing medicine and poured them all into Wang Chan's mouth.
Seeing that Su Mixin and her group had no intention of making a move, the two dared not linger. They immediately supported the critically injured Wang Chan, and with a flash, they transformed into two sharp streaks of light and fled in panic.
Before leaving, they didn't dare to leave anything behind, so they hurriedly picked up the two severed arms that had fallen to the ground and took them with them as they left.
At the same time, Li Chongyue, Lu Xin and others had already wiped out all the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Ghost Spirit Sect, completely ending the war in this area.
The group gathered in Su Mixin's direction.
Li Chongyue handed over a dozen storage bags to Su Mixin, who only glanced at them and said, "You can divide them among yourselves."
Su Mixin nodded slightly to Tian Buque, then said loudly, "Let's go."
Two flying boats, one black and one white, took off. Everyone boarded the boats one by one. In the next instant, two streaks of light broke through the sky and followed the trajectory of the sky, quickly chasing after the Yan family's flying boat fleet to the east, and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.