14. Bloodthirsty Weapon?
1067 Words
“Before killing the three of them, I want to witness the extent of the martial artists’ prowess,” Qing Yuan whispered as he approached the battlefield, choosing to be right in the middle of the two sides facing each other.
The young man leapt onto the roof of another building, then sat down and watched the exciting, free show that was about to unfold.
He only needed to wait until both sides weakened, then strike and destroy them without exerting much effort.
Mo Jiao stood proudly. “I never thought my name would actually be this famous among the powerful people of this mainland.”
“Of course we know you, West Peak Ghost,” said Shen Ming. “You are one of the five ghosts of the West Peak Sect, infamous for your sorcery that once shook the martial world.”
“Hahahaha! Of course that’s true!” Mo Jiao, the masked man on the roof, laughed at the two people who seemed prepared to fight him. “Then there’s no need for further delay. Now, let’s resolve the issue of the book.”
“Oh, you still want it? Then come and take it, if you have the guts!” Yu Shan deliberately provoked Mo Jiao.
“Yu Shan, to be honest, I feel too lazy to waste time on you. I only want your God’s Eye Book. And since you refuse to hand it over peacefully, then I and my people from the Demon Mask Group will truly kill everyone here!” Mo Jiao hurled a threat, though naturally his two opponents were unshaken.
“Damn it! That cursed man actually used my group’s name!” Qing Yuan cursed Mo Jiao in his heart as he subconsciously rose to his feet in shock.
Qing Yuan almost vented his anger by kicking all the roof tiles, or smashing nearby buildings into pieces.
Fortunately, a sliver of patience still remained in his heart. Qing Yuan pressed his hands against his chest, took a deep breath while closing his eyes, then whispered, “Hold on a moment, Ah Yuan!”
“Prepare yourselves, both of you!” Mo Jiao leapt into the air and immediately attacked his two enemies with a trident that suddenly appeared in his grasp.
“Brother Ming, I alone am enough to face this man. Little Brother Ming, you are enough to deal with Mo Jiao’s men, and do not let the Demon Mask Group increase the number of casualties,” Yu Shan said, turning his head toward Shen Ming.
“Alright, Brother Shan. Be careful!” Shen Ming wanted to move back quickly, but the powerful aura emanating from the enemy forced him to defend.
That aura came from Mo Jiao’s three-bladed spear attack. The s***h of the trident roared through the air as Mo Jiao’s body shot forward. The hot wind it generated managed to melt tree trunks, crush rocks, and collapse buildings.
The tip of the trident emitted a fiery light that lashed out toward Yu Shan and Shen Ming, but Yu Shan immediately repelled the attack with a blue light shield that suddenly appeared from the palm of his hand.
The trident’s tips and the light shield collided, each striving to annihilate the other. Tremendous vibrations accompanied by the sound of a powerful explosion made the atmosphere even more tense.
The sky above the battle rumbled as if thousands of clouds were about to collapse. The glow of blue light mixed with fiery orange, transforming the air alternately from cold to scorching hot.
Mo Jiao’s men, most of whom lacked high abilities, immediately retreated. They did not wish to die, eroded by two opposing forces filled with killing intent.
The push and pull between Yu Shan’s twin blue lights and the flames of Mo Jiao’s weapon ended with a deafening explosion that separated the two fighters.
Mo Jiao and Yu Shan both fell back several paces, retracting their respective powers so as not to harm themselves.
Shen Ming did nothing but deliberately dodge backward with swift movement. He was not fleeing, but planning to finish off the reinforcements that suddenly rushed in.
This enraged Mo Jiao, who wanted to split his attack. He could not allow Shen Ming to slaughter his men, so he immediately drew back his trident, spun his body, channeled his force into the weapon, and launched a long-range fiery attack toward Shen Ming.
Shen Ming had no desire to die foolishly from this sudden strike. He calmly evaded Mo Jiao’s blazing attack, his hands still clasped behind his waist, never moving at all.
Mo Jiao felt insulted. “Shen Ming, why do you only dodge without counterattacking? Are you afraid I will discover how weak you truly are?”
“I’m too lazy to deal with a ghost like you. I think Brother Shan alone is more than enough to defeat you. So why should I trouble myself with someone as cunning as you?” Shen Ming’s reply was casual, yet it cut into Mo Jiao like the edge of a dagger.
“Nonsense! Shen Ming, quickly bring out your Dragon Tongue Whip, the weapon said to be extremely deadly!” Mo Jiao pointed the tip of his trident toward Shen Ming.
“Dragon Tongue Whip?”
Qing Yuan was shocked.
Everyone was shocked.
Only Shen Ming remained calm.
Shen Ming did not answer the question about the weapon, which left some people stunned. He simply stood there, motionless, making no attempt to draw the weapon in question.
“Dragon Tongue Whip … I’ve wanted it for a long time too. What a coincidence that I might obtain these two things tonight,” Mo Jiao thought as his eyes shifted between Shen Ming and Yu Shan. “But how can I force Shen Ming to bring out that weapon?”
“Brother Ming, you don’t need to bother with this person! He is not worthy of even witnessing the Dragon Tongue Whip!” Yu Shan shouted, suddenly pulling out a golden spear. Its head bore the shape of a dragon, with its tongue thrusting outward as the spearhead.
Shen Ming was stunned by his friend, who had already drawn his signature weapon, the one known as a bloodthirsty weapon. Every time this spear was unsheathed, it demanded blood. It would not return to its resting place until its thirst had been satisfied.
Bloodthirsty weapon?
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