frightfiction Chapter 409 Fight to the death
Chapter 409 Fight to the death
The dull, restless drumbeats grew increasingly urgent, each beat urging people on. Zhu Wuyao stood alone outside the mountain gate, facing the entire Queshan clan.
The sword, its cold gleam fading, hastens one's death.
The blood lines, like red beads, were strung together in a long chain, encircling Zhu Wuyao's side.
The sword flashed coldly, and her eyes grew even colder.
The cold, sharp blade was filled with moonlight, which she then directed into the enemy's body. She was not afraid of death, nor was the Queshan clan.
Everyone has a reason for fighting.
Before Zhu Wuyao arrived—
The clansmen sat around the campfire in small groups, talking about the embarrassing things their sons and daughters did, laughing together, and talking about when their wives and husbands would cut cloth and make clothes, chatting about the harvest in the fields and how the wheat fields were as golden as gold.
I just got my baby to sleep.
Even on his bed, he was still thinking about making a swing set and weaving a fishing net.
But their beautiful dream was shattered by the arrival of the enemy.
Protect the home, protect the home.
Even with a chipped weapon left unsharpened for a long time, people still wield it with bloodlust, chopping vegetables and butchering sheep.
If they retreated, if they allowed Zhu Wuyao to live, his family behind him would die, and all peace and tranquility would vanish like a bubble, turning into a bloody mess before the gates of the Queshan clan.
Not a single member of the Queshan clan retreated to the mountain gate, nor did anyone choose to desert. If they fought now, they would at least have a grave after they died; if they retreated, the day of the Queshan clan's destruction would be near.
But how could Zhu Wuyao's murderous intent be extinguished?
All this peace and tranquility came at the cost of the eternal rest of our departed friends.
The drumbeats slowed, and everyone joined forces in battle.
The drums beat urgently, and swords and blades clashed and slashed.
The Queshan clan used the sound of war drums as commands to coordinate and support each other.
Even after escaping the influence of the "Ice Coffin Saintess," and with each cultivator no longer possessing their previous cultivation levels and having fallen from dragons to mudfish, they still managed to restrain Zhu Wuyao through their cooperation.
An old, sighing voice came from the air:
“Young friend, we already know the identity of the woman in the ice coffin.”
"Guihua Xian saved the world by suppressing the waters, showing compassion for all living beings. Her merits are immeasurable. If she knew that her awakening would be accompanied by such a massacre, how could she bear it?"
Zhu Wuyao remained unfazed.
She found the opening, and at the moment when the old man was trying to bewitch people, the sword suddenly flashed and severed the arm of one of the men holding a knife.
They created a gap in the encirclement.
Just as they were about to seize the opportunity to break free, a young woman stepped in to fill the gap and meet the sword light of the bladeless sword.
They blocked Zhu Wuyao's attempt to break through the formation once again.
The young man's face fell to the ground, crashing into a sharp stone blade. Blood gushed from the bloody hole in his body. He had no strength left to fight. So he got up and, without hesitation, raised his dagger and stabbed at Zhu Wuyao.
Zhu Wuyao's right arm revealed a hidden image of falling leaves. He raised his palm and unleashed a chilling spiritual force, blasting the opponent to death.
A curtain of blood blocked his view. Zhu Wuyao replied:
"This is the bloodshed I have committed."
"What does it have to do with her?"
In the blood mist, a scythe came slashing down, but at this critical moment, the drumbeats in my ears suddenly changed.
It seemed calm, as if the rage had subsided, like the stillness before a storm, with each drumstick strike being heavy and forceful.
The sickle sliced an inch from his throat.
As Zhu Wuyao hastily retreated, she met the eyes of the man wielding the knife, the same gaze that fell upon her from everyone around her.
It was filled with hatred and resentment.
It was as if they were asking her—
Why disrupt our peaceful lives?
Why was the Queshan clan destined for destruction?
Why can't we survive?
……
No reason.
Zhu Wuyao didn't even want to think about it or refute it. From the moment she stood in front of the mountain gate, right and wrong became completely meaningless.
The drumbeats resumed their previous rhythm.
The scythe-wielding figure vanished again, as if the killing intent of the first act had come to an end.
What followed was another long and drawn-out struggle.
Just as Zhu Wuyao was about to strike again, hoping to take the enemy's life in the chaos, a furious shout suddenly rang in his ears.
The surrounding cultivators instantly gained momentum.
They all looked radiant.
A black lion dance phantom flicked its tail and reared up, instantly forming a circle to kill!
That cultivator, who should have been at the peak of Foundation Establishment or the early stage of Golden Core, suddenly saw his cultivation level rise, and he glared angrily at Zhu Wuyao, who was trapped in the middle.
At the same instant, Zhu Wuyao looked up.
His eyes showed not surprise, but joy.
The area covered by the ice coffin has changed!
Someone moved the ice coffin!
Even before arriving at the mountain gate, when Zhu Wuyao paused to unleash his Endless Form, he had already anticipated this—
If the Queshan clan wanted to kill her, the best way would be to move against the coffin.
Wherever the battle is fought, the area covered by the ice coffin will be moved there, so that the cultivators of the Queshan clan can unleash their true power.
The black lion landed, and the earth shook.
The surrounding cultivators all attacked, seemingly determined to kill Zhu Wuyao in one blow.
But then, in the next instant, they all paused.
It was Zhu Wuyao who brought out the Pinghe Cauldron.
This item is only missing its main soul.
Now that the Butterfly Spirit has taken over the cauldron, and with a main spirit whose spiritual power is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, the Pinghe Cauldron is no longer what it used to be.
Wherever it covers, one's body is bound by the cauldron.
Although this cauldron's power cannot compare to the true Blood Erosion Curse, it was perfectly suited for this moment, allowing Zhu Wuyao to escape. As she broke free of the encirclement, the Wufeng Sword multiplied from one to a hundred, severing countless lifespans within three breaths.
Some people are alive, yet they are already dead.
They were completely unaware of it.
As soon as the ice coffin moved, just like at this moment, following Zhu Wuyao's fleeing figure, it instantly turned into decay.
The man carrying the ice coffin was only concerned with chasing after Zhu Wuyao.
They were still waiting for everyone to regroup, enter the area of influence of the ice coffin, and for their cultivation to rise again.
But what I didn't expect was that after losing protection, when fate was set in its proper place—
The people of the Queshan clan not only experienced a decline in their cultivation levels.
Rather, it was because his lifespan had come to an end.
"Human souls sacrificed to the cauldron! Evil cultivators using curses! Stealing people's lifespans! Unleashing a massacre!"
"You are clearly a heretical and evil cultivator!"
Zhu Wuyao hung suspended in mid-air.
The bladeless sword hung limply at his side.
Fresh blood congeals, then fresh blood smears on it, and droplets of blood roll down.
After gliding across the blade, it condensed on the tip of the sword and fell into the dust.
The sword without an edge... seems to no longer be without an edge.
On her journey south, she has killed far too many people. From the first time she wielded her sword against an enemy until today, she has finally become adept at killing.
She did not kill indiscriminately or slaughter the world; everyone who died by her sword had a reason to die.
She just killed on a whim.
Then anyone who stands in her way should be killed, anyone who blocks her path should be killed, anyone who prevents her from saving people should be killed, anyone who harms the world should be killed, anyone who wants her dead should be killed, anyone who poses a threat to her should be killed...
Zhu Wuyao slowly raised his sword, the tip pointing into the void, and said:
"Hand over the person, or destroy the entire sect."
The drumming stopped for a moment.
The Nascent Soul cultivator behind the scenes never expected that such a small Golden Core cultivator would actually fight to this point and kill so many members of the Queshan clan.
Then came an even heavier drumbeat—
Never die.