Chapter 451 - 210: Salvation by Slaying Demons
Chapter 451: Chapter 210: Salvation by Slaying Demons
For some reason, Tu Qianqiu felt a flicker of disappointment.
But Shen Qingfeng, his eyes still closed, had a faint smile playing on his lips.
"He’s still human."
And humans can be worn down.
Even someone as terrifying as Fang Shuwen would eventually grow weary.
The reason Night Rain Tower had come out in full force, with so many people, was to throw lives at him until he broke.
They would spare no effort, use every means possible, to kill Fang Shuwen.
Now, it seemed they were not far from achieving that goal.
"Then... we’ll keep waiting."
Tu Qianqiu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the red glow in his eyes.
They waited for the time it takes for an entire stick of incense to burn.
And still, Fang Shuwen remained Fang Shuwen. His body was stained with so much blood that even the downpour couldn’t wash it clean. The killing intent radiating from him was like a blood-red sun.
It hadn’t diminished in the slightest; in fact, his movements hadn’t paused for a single moment.
During that time, although the speed of his slaughter had slowed considerably, people were still dying, one after another. The area around him was already piled high with corpses, so he was constantly shifting his position.
He was showing Shen Qingfeng, Tu Qianqiu, and the others the true meaning of a mountain of corpses.
This was a mountain of corpses!
Mo Wen’s face was pale, his pupils betraying his dread.
Any normal person who witnessed such slaughter—so decisive, so endless—would be terrified.
He had never seen anyone like this!
He was even starting to think that Night Rain Tower had picked the wrong enemy this time.
They might be walking straight into their own doom.
He already wanted to leave. The only reasons he forced himself to stay were his loyalty to Night Rain Tower and the two men beside him, Tu Qianqiu and Shen Qingfeng.
To leave now would be betrayal.
If he were to retreat now, he wouldn’t even have to worry about Fang Shuwen; Tu Qianqiu and Shen Qingfeng would kill him first.
And of those two... one was a homicidal maniac, and the other was loyal to Night Rain Tower to a fault.
Even if Fang Shuwen slaughtered every last member of Night Rain Tower right before their eyes, they would fight to the death and never retreat.
Mo Wen lamented inwardly, ’My luck is just the worst.’
Tu Qianqiu’s bloodlust was becoming impossible to restrain. The Demon-Slaying Sutra he cultivated was exceptionally sensitive to killing intent.
Killing fed his Power, and the raw killing intent in the air was an irresistible temptation.
The bloodlust in his eyes had completely stained his sockets crimson.
He opened his eyes and spoke in a trembling voice.
"I... I can’t hold it in any longer."
"Then don’t."
Shen Qingfeng’s voice was still calm.
"Go."
That single word seemed to shatter the shackles on a wild beast.
Tu Qianqiu let out an inhuman roar and leaped forward. His massive, bald head seemed to pull the enormous Ghost Head Saber from his back as he moved.
He shot through the Rain Curtain like a blazing meteor.
He gripped the hilt with one hand and roared.
"Blood Qi Endurance!!"
The Ghost Head Saber dragged along the ground before he swung it sharply upward, unleashing a streak of blood-red Saber Qi that tore through the air.
The attack traveled in a straight line, cleaving everything in its path in two.
Even members of Night Rain Tower who stood in the path of this Saber Qi would die!
Tu Qianqiu was a killing machine, and when he was on a rampage, he didn’t distinguish between friend and foe.
He wanted to kill Fang Shuwen now, and anyone who stood in his way—friend or foe—would meet the same fate: death!
SHHHK! SHHHK! SHHHK!!!
The immense Saber Qi, like a wave of blood, left a brutally deep scar upon the earth.
Disciples of Night Rain Tower who couldn’t dodge in time were torn apart by the Saber Qi. The unlucky ones were sliced in half, while others merely lost arms and legs.
Others had seen him coming and had already cleared a path.
This allowed the Saber Qi to cut an unobstructed path, finally reaching Fang Shuwen.
But Fang Shuwen’s expression was peculiar...
He took a single step to the side.
The so-called Blood Qi Endurance instantly shot past him... and continued on its path of slaughter.
Mo Wen’s pupils contracted at the sight.
"That’s impossible!!!"
The Demon-Slaying Sutra’s techniques were terrifyingly absolute; to face its edge was to become a ghost.
Blood Qi Endurance looked easy to evade, but in truth, once Tu Qianqiu attacked, his boundless killing intent would lock onto his target, making it impossible to dodge.
Fang Shuwen’s casual sidestep completely defied the principles of Martial Arts.
How could Mo Wen not be shocked?
Tu Qianqiu, however, paid it no mind. Ever since he had entered the Jianghu, Fang Shuwen was the most skilled opponent he had ever faced.
In his eyes, any reaction or counterattack from Fang Shuwen was to be expected.
Thus, after launching his Blood Qi Endurance, he didn’t even spare it a glance. He leaped into the air, slashing his Ghost Head Saber wildly, sending an endless barrage of blood-red blade glows chopping down toward Fang Shuwen.
Fang Shuwen glanced up, then suddenly swept his arm out.
CRASH!
Saber Qi was supposed to be formless, yet at this moment, Fang Shuwen shattered the entire barrage with a single blow.
Tu Qianqiu was still in mid-air. Blood began to pour from his eyes as a crimson Dharma Aspect suddenly erupted from his back.
The Dharma Aspect was ferocious, bathed in blood, and wielding a world-shattering blade.
Tu Qianqiu’s Ghost Head Saber and the enormous blade of the Dharma Aspect behind him were raised high in unison.
In an instant, the glow from the blades soared dozens of feet into the air, a monstrous sea of blood seeming to rage behind him.
Tu Qianqiu’s sharp roar cut through the air.
"Demon-Slaying Deliverance!!"
The first two attacks were merely feelers. This was his true killing blow.
This was the strongest strike from The Demon-Slaying Sutra. All the blood-soaked qi across the battlefield began to boil, as if drawn by an unseen force into Tu Qianqiu’s blade.
Blood streamed from his eyes. For a single instant, even the torrential downpour seemed to freeze in the sky.
Only when Tu Qianqiu’s blade viciously cleaved through the heavens and fell toward Fang Shuwen did the rain dare to resume its downpour, unleashing its fury alongside the attack.
This was a strike that could split the heavens and cleave the earth!
Perhaps because he had been holding back and waiting for so long, the released power of this strike was far greater than he had anticipated.
Tu Qianqiu even felt that this strike could perhaps kill the undefeated Shi Wuya!
In that moment, Tu Qianqiu’s confidence was absolute.
Until... Fang Shuwen held out his hand.
And with that one hand, he nonchalantly caught the blade.
The power of the Demon-Slaying Deliverance was so immense it tore through the earth and pierced the storm, a strike before which heaven and earth themselves seemed to pale.
And yet, it could not cut Fang Shuwen’s hand.
Not only could it not cut his hand, it couldn’t even break the skin.
"What is this? All flash and no substance. It’s a far cry from that strike of Zhao Wuji’s."
Fang Shuwen’s low voice rumbled, like that of someone who had been asleep for a very long time and had just spoken for the first time.
And as his words faded, his right hand suddenly clenched.
CRACK... CRACK... SHATTER!
The incredibly heavy Ghost Head Saber completely disintegrated.
As Tu Qianqiu stared in disbelief, Fang Shuwen grabbed his large, bald head, swung him around, and slammed him violently into the ground.
BOOM... RUMBLE!!!