novelraw Chapter 709 - 386: Showdown at the Summit of the Black Tower! Who Else Dares?
Chapter 709 - 386: Showdown at the Summit of the Black Tower! Who Else Dares?
At the cave entrance, pigeon egg-sized meat projectiles spun wildly.
"Today, I shall use lightning to exorcise the demon!"
With a swish!
Dozens of meat projectiles spiraled out simultaneously, attacking Duan Yun.
Seeing this, Duan Yun’s Dharma Image of Little Yu manifested behind him. His left hand shot out Sword Qi Finger like a machine gun, while his right hand swept out the Spring Rain Blade Power with the gentle knife.
Pop, pop, pop, pop!
The sound of explosions filled the air as Duan Yun’s Sword and Saber Energy collided with Li Mofei’s meat projectiles.
In an instant, the sound of collisions grew faster and faster. Duan Yun and Little Yu performed "Embrace Sparrow Tail," accelerating the rate at which Sword Qi was released to the extreme, almost to the point of losing control.
At this moment, Duan Yun understood why Li Mofei claimed to be invincible here.
In this enclosed space, after being hit, these meat projectiles would ricochet off the walls and floor, bouncing faster and growing more powerful!
By now, the meat projectiles had turned red. Some, after returning to Li Mofei’s body, would spin and shoot out even faster.
Just one look, and the red meat projectiles resembled scarlet eyes.
At this moment, on Li Mofei’s right arm, at least a dozen red meat projectiles were spinning wildly, as if he had grown a dozen scarlet eyes.
"Old Demon Duan, you can’t handle this!"
"Prepare to die!"
Li Mofei flicked his arm, and over ten red meat projectiles flew out like cannonballs.
In no time, the air was filled with red lines created by the crazed movement of the meat projectiles.
Hearing shouts like "Old Demon Duan, you can’t handle this!", "Prepare to die!", the Bloodthirsty Storytellers went crazy like dogs finding fresh feces.
Because they knew this meant Old Demon Duan was really about to be killed!
This incredibly beautiful scene was something they, who hated Old Demon Duan to their cores, couldn’t miss watching!
Pop, pop!
Whether Old Demon Duan died or not was unknown, but in an instant, two Bloodthirsty Storytellers met their demise.
Their heads were hit by two meat projectiles as they peeked inside from the doorway, each projectile carving a large spiral cavity into their skulls.
They fell to the ground, not looking like they had died a worthwhile death.
Because they hadn’t seen it!
Before they saw Old Demon Duan die, they died, which was an utter waste and regrettable to the extreme!
If the initial Embrace Sparrow Tail and Spring Rain Blade Power could contend with the meat projectiles, now even defense was a struggle.
Yet Duan Yun’s face showed no panic, but rather excitement.
"Interesting, the Mo Sect is quite intriguing!"
"Thousand Heroic Fire Lotus!"
"Bloom!"
With a roar, Duan Yun’s whole body seemed to ignite, flames connecting in front, as Heroic Fire Lotus burst into a frenzy bloom!
"Thunder Fire Great Sword!"
"Unleash!"
With a booming crash, the Huangshan Golden Sword entwined with lightning swept forward, Heroic Fire Lotus blooming instantly on the sword.
Sword Qi swept across, spreading Heroic Fire Lotus and lightning.
At a glance, Duan Yun seemed like he was wielding a forty-foot Thunder Fire Great Sword.
"Come on!"
Duan Yun brandished the Thunder Fire Great Sword wildly!
If just moments ago, the red lines from Li Mofei’s meat projectiles formed a net, nearly occupying the entire chamber.
Now, what stood out even more was the thunderfire!
The Great Sword Thunderfire!
Seeing this, Li Mofei shouted, "Come on!"
Pop, pop, pop!
The ink flesh on his body broke open, ejecting more meat projectiles.
With a booming sound, another two Bloodthirsty Storytellers climbed over their slain comrades’ bodies to witness Duan Yun’s presumed death, only to be engulfed by sudden lightning and fire.
Their wails tore through the air, falling from the rooftop and hitting the ground already turned to charcoal.
Even though most of the thunderfire stayed within the chamber, the terrifying flames and heat waves had already burst out, creating a scene of a fiery burned cloud atop the Black Tower.
Even Feng Ling’er and others dared not approach, backing away slowly, their shoes scorched through, revealing their jade-like feet.
Everyone watched the Black Tower, not daring to breathe, not even blinking.
Because they wanted to know, could anyone survive such a spectacle?
Could it be mutual destruction?
Mo Sect Elder Li Mofei, sacrificing himself to take Old Demon Duan with him, was a feat to go down in history!
In charge of intelligence, the Mo Sect’s Falcon Disciple was already contemplating the headline with bloody tears in their eyes—"Tragic! Mo Sect Second Elder perishes in the flames to rid the demon, both consumed by fire! Who ignited this flame of justice?".
"The Mo Sect suffered great loss; how will this wound be healed?"
"Donate gold! Donate gold! Only by donating gold can we heal the Mo Sect’s pain and make it great again!"
Suddenly, at this moment, the crowd erupted in surprised cries and screams.
For at this moment, two silhouettes emerged from the rooftop of the fiery cloud.
Both survived?
But at a glance, one was standing, and one was kneeling.
The kneeling one was being dragged out by the standing one.
As the two figures appeared at the edge of the tower, wails erupted.
Because the Mo Sect disciples and its supporters saw that the one standing was Old Demon Duan, and the kneeling one was none other than the pointed-headed Li Mofei!
Li Mofei’s body was pitch black; if not for the two red meat projectiles on his body, he’d be even blacker than foreigners.
His eyebrows were gone, teary-eyed as he looked at Duan Yun, his implicit plea clearly—"Can we reconcile now?".
Yes, he wanted to say this, but his tongue was burned away, unable to utter a sound.
Duan Yun said nothing either, gripping his head’s point, and with a slash, cut it off.
Holding Li Mofei’s head aloft, he shouted, "Who else?!"
"Good!"
"Brilliant!"
Amidst the lamentations of Mo Sect disciples and supporters, an eruption of manic cheers rang.
The cheers thundered across the sky, akin to a roaring storm.
This wasn’t coming from the Jianghu people who gathered to watch; in this place, eight or nine out of ten Jianghu people supported the Mo Sect, weeping too much to cheer.
The cheers came from civilians!
From the countless commoners eking out a living here!