freenovelworld Chapter 388 Attack again
Chapter 388 Attack again
Xu Nian's icy gaze, as cold as a star, shot straight at Xuanzhen not far away. He coldly uttered three words: "You deserve to die!" Before the words had even finished, he swung his arm again, and an incomparably powerful force suddenly erupted. In an instant, an invisible sword aura shot out like lightning, slashing fiercely towards Xuanzhen with lightning speed.
With a muffled "thud," Xuanzhen didn't even have time to react before his head separated from his body like a ripe watermelon. Crimson blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain, splattering onto the ground and turning the once clean earth a shocking crimson.
"Senior Brother!" The remaining surviving disciples, witnessing this horrific scene, were all heartbroken and cried out in unison. Their eyes widened, fixed on Xu Nian, burning with a fierce rage, as if they wanted to incinerate the cold-blooded murderer before them. However, despite their burning anger and hatred, none of them dared to rashly step forward and attack Xu Nian. The terrifying strength Xu Nian had just displayed was simply too astonishing, already terrifying them beyond belief.
Within the Netherworld Valley, a chilling aura permeated the air, and gusts of eerie wind howled past, sending shivers down one's spine. The entire valley was littered with corpses, and rivers of blood flowed, staining this once tranquil land crimson. Among the carcasses lay Xuanzhen, the eldest disciple of the Netherworld Daoist, lifeless, his body lying stiffly on the ground, eyes wide open, his death unfulfilled.
Around Xuanzhen's corpse, numerous disciples of the Netherworld Valley were terrified, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their faces ashen and devoid of any color. One disciple said in a trembling voice, "These... these two people are simply devils from hell!" Immediately afterward, another disciple echoed in a desperate sob, "Even a powerful figure like Senior Brother Xuanzhen was instantly killed by them in one move. How could we possibly be their match?"
Just as everyone was gripped by extreme panic, suddenly, a tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the depths of the Netherworld Valley. The newcomer wore a flowing, moon-white robe, his robes billowing, like an immortal descending to earth. His face was thin, yet he exuded an otherworldly aura, his every gesture displaying an air of otherworldly grace.
"True Master Youyue!" Upon seeing this person appear, the disciples of Youming Valley, like drowning people grasping at a last straw, immediately knelt down and kowtowed in respect. It turned out that this mysterious figure who had suddenly appeared was none other than True Master Youyue, a fellow disciple of Youming Daoist, and a powerful Dao Integration Realm expert whose strength was terrifying!
At this moment, Master Youyue stared intently at Xu Nian and Wu Qinghuan, who were standing not far away, and said in a deep voice, "How dare you kill my fellow disciples! Such a crime is absolutely unforgivable!" As his voice fell, an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire scene, making everyone present almost unable to breathe.
Master Youyue stood there with a solemn expression. Her hands moved swiftly, forming a series of complex and mysterious hand seals, while she continuously chanted ancient and obscure incantations. With her movements and voice, a sudden gust of wind arose between heaven and earth, carrying wisps of spiritual energy. This energy seemed to be drawn by some force, and began to stir wildly.
In an instant, a bone-chilling cold swept in like a tidal wave, covering the entire Netherworld Valley in the blink of an eye. This cold was extremely frigid; wherever it passed, the vegetation froze, and a thick layer of frost formed on the ground.
"Eighth-Rank Ice Moon Formation!" At that moment, True Person Youyue shouted, her voice deafening and echoing through the heavens. With her shout, a dazzling light burst forth from her hand, followed by the appearance of an enormous, ice-blue formation. This formation resembled a cold moon hanging high in the sky, radiating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
The magic array, barely formed, enveloped Xu Nian and Wu Qinghuan with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, the two were completely trapped within it. Within the array, countless sharp ice spikes rained down from the sky, as dense as a storm. Each ice spike gleamed with a cold light, piercing towards the two trapped within the array with a fierce aura. At the same time, the surrounding chill intensified, almost freezing one's blood.
Upon seeing this, the disciples of Youming Valley cheered excitedly.
"An eighth-grade formation! These two are definitely doomed!" A disciple exclaimed excitedly, his face flushed.
“That’s right. With Master Youyue personally setting up such a powerful formation, they had absolutely no chance of survival!” another disciple chimed in.
However, just when everyone thought the situation was settled, something unexpected happened. Xu Nian, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile full of disdain.
"Just a trivial skill." He said softly, his tone as calm as still water, yet it contained an indescribable confidence and authority. With that, he slowly raised his right hand, and a ball of crimson flame suddenly rose up from his palm, burning fiercely.
The flame was a vivid crimson, like a blooming red lotus, beautiful yet dangerous. A terrifyingly high temperature emanated from within the flame, so intense that even the air seemed to be distorted and warped by the heat.
"The Dao of Crimson Flame!" someone exclaimed.
Before he finished speaking, the crimson flames in Xu Nian's palm suddenly surged, transforming into a ferocious fire dragon. Encircled by raging flames, this fire dragon roared as it charged towards the Ice Moon Formation.
With a deafening roar, the Ice Moon Formation was instantly shattered by the fire dragon. Countless ice spikes melted into water the moment they touched the flames, and then evaporated completely. In the blink of an eye, the entire formation crumbled into countless ice shards that fluttered down from the sky.
The disciples of Youming Valley were dumbfounded, their mouths agape, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets. They looked as if they had seen the most terrifying demon in the world. They stared blankly at what was happening before them, completely unable to believe what they were seeing—that was an incredibly powerful eighth-grade formation, which had been broken so easily!
How could it be so simple! It was broken so easily?