novelraw Chapter 958: Huayue Turns into a Demon
Chapter 958: Huayue Turns into a Demon
At this moment, Huayue’s gaze was as cold as a blade, his face devoid of any expression. With a sword in his right hand, he slowly took out a short spear with his left.Demon-breaking Spear! Mu Hanyan was more than familiar with this short spear; it was the Demon-breaking Spear left by that temple expert — one of the temple’s divine artifacts. Back in the day, the temple expert used the Demon-breaking Spear to tear apart spatial seals, its power was undoubtedly immense.
However, there was a seal on the Demon-breaking Spear, and it was entirely different from the seal of the Holy Court Continent. At the time, Mu Hanyan couldn’t even break the seal of the Holy Court Continent’s divine artifacts, let alone the one from the Divine Continent. So he handed the Demon-breaking Spear to Huayue as a spoil of war and never asked about it again.
The reason for doing so was, firstly, because he was a descendant of the temple priest, making him the most suitable to possess this temple divine artifact. Secondly, because his physique was different from the cultivators of the Holy Court Continent, even if he practiced the exact same cultivation technique, he would follow a completely different cultivation path. Huayue, compared to Mu Hanyan, was more suitable to unlock the seal and unleash the true power of the Demon-breaking Spear.
Could it be that Huayue has already unlocked the seal on the Demon-breaking Spear? Seeing Huayue’s cold and confident expression, Mu Hanyan couldn’t help but become expectant.
But very quickly, she realized she was wrong.
The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the chest, blood gushed out but did not drip to the ground; instead, it was absorbed by the Demon-breaking Spear. In an instant, the blade became completely blood-red, as if it could drip blood, and emitted sharp screeches filled with murderous intent.
That sound pierced into the mind, even Mu Hanyan felt her mental state shaken, her blood seemed to boil, her qi became somewhat uncontrollable.
Huayue’s face turned deathly pale, beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks, clearly enduring immense pain.
"Ah..." Huayue howled at the sky, veins bulging on his face and hands, looking so ghastly.
Pang, his clothes were shattered by the qi, revealing his bare chest, with the same knotted veins.
At this moment, the Demon-breaking Spear suddenly exploded, transforming into a thick blood-red mist, enveloping Huayue, appearing like the legendary demon descending to the world.
"Blood Sacrifice!" This was Huayue’s method to break the seal: sacrificing his own essence blood to activate the hidden power of the Demon-breaking Spear.
"Huayue!" Tears shimmered in Mu Hanyan’s eyes as she called out with concern.
The Blood Sacrifice Technique, though not particularly advanced, had terrible hidden dangers. At best, it would severely injure one’s primordial energy, at worst, it could be life-threatening. If it were an ordinary alchemy artifact, the danger would be minor, but this was a temple divine artifact; the backlash would be unimaginably terrifying!
Huayue glanced at Mu Hanyan, his eyes turning blood-red, devoid of any intelligence.
Mu Hanyan had a gut feeling that Huayue, after using the Blood Sacrifice Technique, hadn’t controlled the Demon-breaking Spear but was instead controlled by it.
The only fortunate thing was that his will was incredibly strong, his killing intent towards the Death Spirit Sword Slaves was infused into the Demon-breaking Spear, showing no hostility towards his companions.
"Kill!" Huayue roared in a low, hoarse voice, as if it came from the ancient primordial times.
His figure, like a long spear fighting on a blood-soaked battlefield, stood straight, piercing towards a Death Spirit Sword Slave, his long sword also turning blood-red, with only the tip emitting a chilling light filled with killing intent.
At this moment, he and the Demon-breaking Spear were indistinguishable, he was the spear, and the spear was him; the sword had also become a part of his body.
The Death Spirit Sword Slave, driven by instinct, felt the threat of death, with a slight movement of his feet, he tried to sidestep to avoid vital spots, while skillfully flicking his long sword towards Huayue’s sword.
Earlier, when Mu Hanyan attacked that Death Spirit Sword Slave, his opponent used the same move, his steps and swordplay were extremely clever and precise, even causing Mu Hanyan to miss.
But this time, the Death Spirit Sword Slave wasn’t so lucky.
Although his sword tip accurately flicked against Huayue’s sword edge, Huayue’s long sword didn’t budge. Although his steps were clever and agile, Huayue’s sword force was clearly faster than his footwork movement speed.
With a "puff," Huayue’s sword accurately pierced his heart meridian, injecting powerful qi into his body, exploding forcefully.
A section of bones flew scattered, this sword continuously shattered him, even the last thread of residual divine soul was shattered, completely dissipated.
Even though he could no longer feel pain or fear as he had in life, at the last moment, the Death Spirit Sword Slave still let out a mournful scream.
The killing intent buried deep in Huayue’s heart was ignited in this moment, the blood-red light in his eyes seemed to burn.
Without a moment’s pause, Huayue stepped firmly towards the next Death Spirit Sword Slave.
Feeling his aura with hostility akin to a lonely star of a commander of destruction, even Mu Hanyan felt secretly scared.
Finally, she understood why Huayue in his past life could become one of Anyun’s three dreaded demons, shaking the world with the name of the Demon Sword, and making countless people tremble — the true reason lay in this Demon-breaking Spear.
No surprise at all, his sword pierced the opponent’s heart meridian again, directly shattering the opponent’s body, annihilating the divine soul completely.
Then, it was the next one.
In a brief moment, the Death Spirit Sword Slaves in front of Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe fell under his sword one by one, turning into piles of dry bones.
The four Death Spirit Sword Slaves fighting separately against them now left only the one before Zhang Chihua.
Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe didn’t help him but quickly assembled towards Mu Hanyan. That one Death Spirit Sword Slave was no threat with Zhang Chihua’s own strength, especially with the transformed killing demon Huayue present.
Mu Hanyan was fully countering, two long swords stabbed left and right at the two Death Spirit Sword Slaves outside her. Seeing Huayue display divine power, Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe’s spirits soared, those two swords exceeded the limits in speed and strength, surpassing any ordinary First-level Sword Master.
The pressure on Mu Hanyan lightened, her long sword like lightning pierced the heart meridian of a Dead Spirit Sword Spirit.
Accompanied by a scream, the Dead Spirit Sword Spirit fell to the ground. Although not crushed like those previously killed by Huayue, the last remnants of its soul dispersed completely, making it impossible for Zhao Lingxian to refine them into Death Spirit Sword Slaves again, even if she had heaven-defying abilities.
Across from them, Zhao Lingxian’s face was full of shock, things happened too quickly, too suddenly, catching her off guard.
In her heart, a deep sense of foreboding had already arisen.