Hearing those words, blood instantly rushed into the green-robed man's eyes.
Shifting positions with ferocious footwork, he drove his blade mercilessly through the skull of one of the black-robed men!
Han Feng's hair was wild and disheveled, his entire body drenched in blood.
His broad hand gripped the head of a black-robed man as his longsword slowly carved through...
Fury blazed within his chest as though it would tear his divine soul apart. Han Sijin glared at Liu Xiong, his eyes nearly splitting at the corners.
"Liu!! Xiong!!!!"
"Today... either you die, or I do!!!"
Liu Xiong's expression shifted slightly at the sight. He slowly cast aside his black hood, revealing a venomous face.
"Heh, kill me?"
"Sigh... Even now, I still savor the memory of slaughtering your wife several times a day."
"When she fell to her knees begging me, I almost softened my heart~"
As he spoke, the man took a slow step forward, continuing to bait him with his words.
Faced with the sudden surge of the incoming swarm, Liu Xiong casually dragged the woman behind Liu Nansheng into his grasp and hurled her out.
A shrill scream pierced the air; before the woman could even realize what was happening, she was devoured by the insects.
Fresh blood splattered across Liu Xiong's face. Liu Nansheng turned deathly pale with terror, frozen in place.
A sneer curled at the corner of Liu Xiong's mouth as he watched the man desperately swinging his sword amidst the circle of black-clad cultivators.
His gaze grew increasingly warped and deranged.
"Han Feng, I think I was rather kindhearted..."
"After all, before your wife died, didn't I let her catch one last glimpse of her daughter???"
Boom!
The moment the man heard those words, he snapped completely, his eyes bloodshot and every shred of reason wiped away!
His pupils abruptly dilated, twitching and spasming in wild tremors.
A raspy roar, like that of a savage beast, tore from his throat.
"Aaaaargh!!!!!"
"I'll kill you!! I'm going to kill you!!!!!"
"I want you dead!! I want you buried with my daughter!!!!"
Like a madman, he lunged straight toward Liu Xiong!
Seeing his reckless advance, the surrounding black-clad men seized on the opening to strike in rapid succession.
Blood sprayed, yet the man paid no heed to the attacks raining down upon him, intent only on tearing into Liu Xiong.
Liu Xiong stood completely still, even extending a hand in blatant provocation.
"Come on!! Kill me then!!!"
"You useless piece of trash! Did you really think that by stealing your wife's shattered soul and taking the Void Heaven Stone, you could bring her back to life?"
As he spoke, Liu Xiong raised his hand and produced a soul lamp.
In the center of the flame at the wick was the delicate silhouette of a woman.
She writhed within the fire, her expression twisted in agonizing torment.
The flickering dark green candlelight cast shifting shadows across his face.
A sickening madness surfaced on Liu Xiong's face!
"Look at what this is."
"You've spent all these years searching for a way to revive her—did you never realize a piece of her soul was missing?"
"Han Feng! As long as you lay down your sword, how about I give her back to you?"
At the same time, Li Guanqi sent a message to Qisha through his jade slip, asking about this man named Han Feng.
"Brother Li... you ran into Han Sijin—wait, no, Han Feng?"
"Sigh..."
"That happened decades ago. Back then, I had just joined Xutian Palace. On the surface it looked like a sect, but in truth, it was an assassination syndicate."
"Han Feng had provoked some enemies, so Xutian Palace accepted the contract."
"Even then, Han Feng's strength was terrifyingly formidable. In the midst of the chaotic battle, people from Xutian Palace abducted his pregnant wife."
"In the end, Han Feng slaughtered more than a dozen members of the organization by himself and even plundered the secretly escorted Void Heaven Stone. That was what truly enraged Liu Xiong."
"Liu Xiong... murdered his pregnant wife, and from her belly, he... sigh..."
"It is said that the baby girl already weighed four jin at the time. From that day on... Han Feng took the name Han Sijin!"
"He swore that he would amass those four jin of weight from the severed hair of Xutian Palace's assassins."
The hand holding the jade slip trembled slightly. Li Guanqi could hardly imagine the kind of agonizing torment that man had endured all these years...
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Blood sprayed into the air. In the blink of an eye, Han Feng was battered and mangled, his body covered in dozens of wounds large and small.
Yet he continued trading injury for life, hacking down two Heavenly Immortal realm cultivators along the way as he charged toward Liu Xiong.
Liu Xiong, however, continued to torment him. His fingers tightened slightly around the candlestick; cracks began to crawl over the golden metal, accompanied by a crisp, fracturing snap.
Seeing this, Li Guanqi drew a deep breath and slowly donned the Rakshasa Ghost Mask!
Gripping the Xue Ming Sword in his hand, a chilling, bloodthirsty aura rippled outward.
At this moment, as the Xue Ming Sword sensed Li Guanqi's intent and aura, it faintly showed signs of entering Apocalypse.
Beneath the ferocious ghost mask, blood-red eyes gleamed with chilling murderous intent. Li Guanqi crouched upon the tree, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
With his left hand, he slowly drew the Xue Ming Sword from the white bone scabbard across his back, muttering softly under his breath:
"If there is no Judge left in this world, then I shall draw my blade and become Yanluo!!!"
Boom!
The blade of the Xue Ming Sword was swallowed by a terrifying scarlet radiance.
The crimson tentacles surged into the air, extending to the length of an open palm, writhing at the guard like a gaping maw!
"Apocalypse: Blood Dyes the Darkening Heavens!!!"
Boom!
Li Guanqi's aura abruptly surged to the fourth tier of the Heavenly Immortal realm.
A streak of dazzling purple lightning flashed across the air and vanished in an instant!
Liu Xiong's vision blurred, and the right wrist holding the candlestick flew severed into the sky!
As blood showered downward, a hideous ghost mask appeared before his eyes!
The figure was cloaked in a dark red robe, holding an eerie, grotesque sword.
Across the spray of blood, Liu Xiong's eyes met Li Guanqi's, and an inexplicable chill welled up from the depths of his soul.
Yet right at that moment, Liu Xiong watched in horror as bizarre crimson spirit runes abruptly manifested across the wound on his severed wrist!
Li Guanqi murmured under his breath:
"Blood Pact!"
Bang!
Liu Xiong's wrist exploded, and his entire right arm instantly disintegrated into a cloud of bloody mist!
"Aaaargh!"
And this was precisely the special ability of the Xue Ming Sword after Apocalypse.
Blood Pact.
Wherever the blade inflicted a wound, a Blood Pact spirit seal would materialize from nothingness, using the blood as a catalyst to detonate!
As the bloody mist billowed, the tentacles of the Xue Ming Sword drank in every drop of the dispersed blood.
Li Guanqi's strength surged a fraction higher!
Catching the candlestick in his hand, Li Guanqi soared forward toward Han Feng!
Han Feng's heart jolted with shock at the sudden appearance of such a terrifying cultivator.
Yet in the very next breath...
The sword in Li Guanqi's grasp transformed into a reaper's scythe, wildly harvesting the lives of the surrounding cultivators!
The moment he closed within three feet of Han Feng, Li Guanqi raised his hand and tossed the candlestick to him.
"The favor I owed you is repaid."
Emotion surged across Han Feng's face as he reached out to catch the candlestick, his cautious, trembling posture mirroring the care he had shown before.
Han Feng stared at Li Guanqi with bloodshot eyes. Watching the stance and rhythm of Li Guanqi's sword, he suddenly recalled the fellow whom he had called out to warn earlier...
"It's him!"
Their figures intertwined, and together they began a ruthless slaughter of Xutian Palace's men!
Clutching his mangled arm, Liu Xiong leaned against Liu Nansheng, who supported him with sword in hand.
"Retreat!!"
Before the shout had fully faded, a boundless tide of insects rolled forward to envelop them all.
Seeing this, the Xutian Palace cultivators hastily crushed their jade slips. Silver light flared, and they vanished instantly from the spot.
Chapter 1679