novelraw Chapter 209 - 164: Tragedy of the Human Race, Rivers of Blood, The Third Prince’s Death (Part 2)
Chapter 209 - 164: Tragedy of the Human Race, Rivers of Blood, The Third Prince’s Death (Part 2)
For hundreds of meters around, he would have encountered no small amount of trouble if the Shadow Warriors hadn’t been clearing the path.
’Could a Demon Race army be blocking the road?’
Lu Mingyuan speculated.
The sprawling Yellow Sand Valley before him was the only path to the ancient battlefield ruins; there was no way around it.
’The Turtle Shell hasn’t triggered a warning, which means there’s no real danger.’
Lu Mingyuan had grown wiser. If there were any danger, the Six-Yao Turtle Shell would surely glow and issue a warning.
He could use it to determine whether the path ahead was safe.
Since there was no warning, it meant the Turtle Shell was certain he was more than powerful enough to handle whatever lay ahead, hence its silence.
’I haven’t even reached my destination and I’ve already run into the Demon Race blocking my path. I’ll just have to get rid of them.’
Lu Mingyuan’s gaze sharpened.
He took his first step into the valley.
Countless venomous desert scorpions suddenly surged from beneath the ground. They were huge, each as tall as three men, and they packed together tightly, blocking the valley path. Fortunately, they weren’t very strong and posed no threat to him.
Blood writhed on the ground, and one by one, masked Armored Warriors emerged. There were dozens of them, and they swung their blades at the venomous desert scorpions with cold indifference.
SLASH!
SLASH!
Clean, decisive, and incredibly efficient.
’The Shadow Warriors will handle killing the demons.’
’And I get the experience. Perfectly reasonable.’
Lu Mingyuan walked with a steady gait, step by step, ignoring the Barbaric Beasts as if they were nothing. His expression was impassive, his robes unstained by a single drop of blood, yet the desert scorpions around him were quickly cleared away, their green Demon Blood flooding the ground.
He had just set foot in the Yellow Sand Valley.
RUMBLE! The ground shook, and dust clouded his vision.
Lu Mingyuan finally discovered the main reason he had lost contact with his Shadow Warriors.
A massive shadow shifted overhead. He looked up and finally saw it: a colossal, six-armed man with the body of a scorpion. A ghastly sword wound marred its chest. From a distance, it looked like a hundred-meter-tall demonic mountain. A single one of its arms was the size of a hillside, seemingly powerful enough to move mountains and fill rivers.
Its head nearly towered over the valley walls.
Lu Mingyuan’s Primordial Qi Perception swept across the area. He quickly discovered the ground was littered with the corpses of Human Race Cultivators and the dismembered remains of Armored Guards. Most of them had been hammered into a bloody pulp by the scorpion-bodied man.
At the same time, Lu Mingyuan spotted a familiar face on one of the giant scorpion-man’s arms, desperately swinging a spear. Gang Qi poured from him, cleaving a Curved Moon Spear Gang across the sky.
Lu Mingyuan recognized that Long Spear.
It was the Thousand Mountains and Ten Thousand Resilient Spear, ranked twenty-seventh on the Ten Thousand Treasures Divine Weapons Record.
As for the spear’s owner, nothing more needed to be said.
It was none other than King Chu, Lu Guangyao, the Third Prince of Great Yan.
Lu Guangyao was currently holding the spear in his left hand. For some reason, his right arm had been severed, the sleeve hanging limp and empty.
He was struggling badly in the fight. Wielding his weapon with one hand, his combat prowess was clearly no match for when he had two.
SLAM!!
The scorpion-bodied man slammed one of its hands into the ground, killing the few faintly breathing Cultivators. It even crushed its allied desert scorpions, smashing them all into a bloody pulp.
Clearly, its only goal was to kill the humans; even its own kin were not spared from death.
"Run! This is an Eighth Realm Demon King!"
In his desperation, Lu Guangyao noticed the young man at the valley’s entrance. Without a second thought, he sent a telepathic message, shouting a loud warning.
The scene was one of utter devastation; there were no other survivors.
He didn’t want to see anyone else die.
CLANG!
In the instant Lu Guangyao sent his message, in that split second he paused to breathe, the colossal scorpion-bodied man found its opening. It swung its long, blade-like tail, which glinted coldly.
It knocked the Long Spear from Lu Guangyao’s hand, and then the bladed tail severed his other arm. Green venom instantly began to corrode the wound, making it fester and preventing it from healing.
In an instant, Lu Guangyao was left with no arms, a living torso.
The scorpion-bodied man sneered. Without a word, it brought one of its six arms smashing down.
It smashed Lu Guangyao straight to the ground, beating his powerful body into a bloody mess.
’Demon King...’
Lu Mingyuan’s brow furrowed.
As far as he knew, any being that could be called a Demon King was a Great Demon of the Seventh Realm or above, equivalent to a Middle Fifth Grade Cultivator from the Human Race.
It took at least a hundred years of Cultivation to have a chance of becoming a Demon King. A Demon King could command tens of thousands of demons and was a formidable force within the Demon Race.
Lu Guangyao had been crippled by this Poison Scorpion Demon King for the sake of warning him.
His Cultivation was only at the peak Grandmaster level; it was already incredible that he had managed to fight a Demon King for this long.
A wave of solemnity washed over Lu Mingyuan.
With a single thought.
He immediately deployed the Heavenly Shadow Warrior under his command who had never before been seen: Zhao Gongming.
The Poison Scorpion Demon King was about to deliver the killing blow, to slice Lu Guangyao’s body in half with its bladed tail, when a grim-faced Dao Armor Cultivator appeared in front of the prince. Wielding a Bronze Whip, he directly blocked the Demon King’s tail.
He engaged the demon in battle.
"Third Brother, are you all right?"
Lu Mingyuan ran over and knelt beside Lu Guangyao, his eyes grave as his Primordial Qi Perception swept over the Third Prince’s body.
He discovered that the prince’s Dantian was shattered, his meridians were torn to shreds from the fight, and his Acupoints were dim. His life force was incredibly weak, and his superb aptitude for the Martial Dao was completely ruined.
He had clearly fought to the point of utter exhaustion just to escape to this place.
"Severely injured" was no longer enough to describe his condition. To say his life was like a lamp whose oil had run out would be more accurate.
He was only a Grandmaster; what he had managed to do was truly incredible.
Out of a sense of duty, and because of the prince’s kind warning, Lu Mingyuan still took out some Top-Grade Rejuvenation Pills to give to him.
But Lu Guangyao turned his head to avoid them. A tragic smile touched his lips, and he spoke in a dry, hoarse voice: