EBE #682 - Eyes of fear
#682 - Eyes of fear
But at this critical moment, Xue Qiankun suddenly felt a sharp killing intent approaching from behind—it was Baihu Qingyang's bloodthirsty sword.
It had silently pierced into his body, beginning to stir up the power within him, making his already紊乱 (wěnluàn - chaotic/disordered) Qi and blood even more violent.
Blood trickled from the corner of Xue Qiankun's mouth; he was already trapped in a desperate situation.
He tried his best to release his nascent soul (Yuanying) in a bid for a sliver of life, but a divine dragon tail sweep from the Azure Dragon Dharma Idol struck him like divine punishment.
In that instant, his figure seemed to be swallowed by endless darkness, his body and soul annihilated, leaving behind only a wisp of unwilling resentment that shot into the sky.
However, Li Chengfeng did not let this opportunity pass.
The power of resentment was great, and if it were allowed to escape, it would inevitably cause greater trouble.
Therefore, with a wave of his hand, the Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda shot out, firmly absorbing that wisp of resentment.
At the same time, a special force surged from the pagoda, enveloping Xue Qiankun's head.
Xue Qiankun's head abruptly detached from his body, carrying with it a body full of Qi and blood power, and was slowly absorbed by the Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda.
With the disappearance of Xue Qiankun's head, another head appeared on the Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda—it was Xue Qiankun's.
This head was suppressed by the mysterious power within the pagoda, and the Qi, blood, and resentment within it were all transformed into a part of the Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda.
Here, the curtain finally fell with Li Chengfeng's victory. Xue Qiankun, this once tyrannical Blood Clan leader, ultimately could not escape his fate and perished here.
His head was hung high on that mysterious and unpredictable Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda, the pagoda body surrounded by wisps of black gas, as if endless resentment and unwillingness were raging in the air.
Xue Qiankun's eyes, even after death, were still wide open, full of unwillingness and anger. His roar pierced the clouds and echoed on this blood-red battlefield, only adding to the desolation and despair.
The Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda seemed to sense this unyielding will. The black lotus on the pagoda became even more vibrant and dripping, blooming with a blood-red light. Each roar of Xue Qiankun seemed to add a portion of power to this evil treasure, making it even more sinister and powerful.
Li Chengfeng gently held this pagoda containing supreme power, his eyes deep, and a faint and complex smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He stared at the enlarged head on the top of the pagoda and slowly opened his mouth, his voice carrying a hint of vicissitudes and emotion: "Xue Qiankun, you once led the Blood Clan to glory, but you also personally pushed it into the abyss of destruction.
Xue Qingchen, that clansman you once regarded as a thorn in your side, had already foreseen all of this. He advised you, but you turned a deaf ear and even became his enemy.
Do you know that if he wanted to destroy your Blood Clan, it would be as easy as lifting a hand, much easier than it is for me.
But he, mindful of past affections, never made a ruthless move, yet you, self-righteous, tried to contend with him, which is truly ridiculous."
Xue Qiankun's roar was like thunder in a storm, shaking this world. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Li Chengfeng with hatred.
He said, word by word: "Li Chengfeng, don't be too proud, Beihai will eventually kill you completely. You have offended Beihai, and your end will be no different from mine!
I was once as arrogant as you, but now I have fallen to such a state. This is a lesson for you!"
He paused for a moment, then continued: "Xue Qingchen, if he had listened to me in the first place and stayed in the Blood Clan, acting according to my policies, the two of us working together might not have been able to lead the Blood Clan to create another glory! It is Xue Qingchen who ruined everything for the Blood Clan!"
Li Chengfeng smiled faintly at these words, a smile that contained both mockery of Xue Qiankun and deep curiosity about Xue Qingchen: "Xue Qiankun, you are wrong.
If Xue Qingchen were to manage the Blood Clan, the Blood Clan would never have reached this point today.
I am now becoming more and more curious about his identity and background.
Such a person with deep foresight and unparalleled wisdom is definitely not something ordinary."
After saying that, Li Chengfeng's gaze turned to the battlefield again, where the elites of the Blood Clan were facing the brutal attacks of the two half-step Transformation God realm experts, Long Qi and Long Ba.
Under the full attack of these two experts, the elites of the Blood Clan fell one after another, their blood staining the sky, the scene was tragic.
Long Qi and Long Ba wielded dragon blades, waving them in the air. Each wave was accompanied by a huge blade of light that tore through the air, cutting the Blood Clan elites in two.
Among them, a Blood Clan Supreme Elder in the late Nascent Soul stage suddenly burst out with power, and a blood-colored shield with twisted patterns appeared in front of him, attempting to resist this fatal blow.
However, everything was in vain. Long Ba's dragon blade slashed through the air like lightning, directly cutting him into two pieces, blood splattering and staining the battlefield red.
Seeing this, Li Chengfeng once again tossed the evil treasure, the Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda, into the air. The pagoda body rotated, emitting bursts of black gas.
It absorbed all the heads, resentments, and powers of those fallen Blood Clan elites into the pagoda, adding a bit more sinister power to this evil treasure.
As the battle to cleanse the Blood Clan came to an end, only the evil monk Bu Zhi remained on the battlefield, like a trapped beast, tightly entangled by the two half-step Transformation God realm sword experts.
Qingbai used nine flying swords, using his unique sword array method to combine the ninety-nine eighty-one swords into one, forming an airtight sword net, trapping the evil monk Bu Zhi firmly within it.
And Qing Tian Old Ancestor Hua Zixuan, the Qingyun sword in his hand is even more powerful, although it is only one sword, but every time it is wielded, it seems to be able to tear the space, the wind and clouds change color for it, the attack power is amazing.
Although the evil monk Bu Zhi was cunning and resourceful, he was also fighting extremely hard under the combined attack of the two great sword experts, and the situation was fraught with danger.
He watched helplessly as Xue Qiankun was directly suppressed by Li Chengfeng with the Head Pagoda, and a nameless fear could not help but rise in his heart.
He finally realized that the power of this evil treasure, the Black Lotus Buddha Heart Pagoda, was far beyond his imagination.
At this time, Long Tianqi and Qingyang, the two half-step Transformation God realm experts, also joined the encirclement and suppression of the evil monk Bu Zhi.
Although they did not directly attack, standing there was like a towering mountain, bringing tremendous pressure to the evil monk Bu Zhi.
Long Qi and Long Ba also guarded the four directions of the east, west, south, and north, echoing the formation set up by Li Chengfeng, completely suppressing this long river of history.
The standing in these four directions was not arbitrary, but arranged according to Li Chengfeng's exquisite formation, aimed at consolidating the long river of history and making the rules more complete.
Under such a layout, Li Chengfeng seemed to have become the master of this world, able to write history and control everything as he pleased.
Looking at the crowd surrounding him, as well as Xue Qiankun's head hanging high on the Head Pagoda, a deep despair could not help but rise in the evil monk Bu Zhi's heart.
The evil monk Bu Zhi felt Li Chengfeng's gaze cast upon him, and his heart could not help but tremble.
Those eyes seemed to contain the surging waves of an angry sea, and seemed to be as calm as a pool of autumn water, deep and unpredictable.
The most frightening thing was that those eyes seemed to be able to change at will, sometimes unrestrained and sometimes gentle, making people unpredictable. This unpredictable change was the most frightening and powerless.
Faced with such a Li Chengfeng, the evil monk Bu Zhi knew that he had no chance of winning.