Chapter 162: Chapter 145: Shadow, The Power of the Immortal Horn_1
The young man’s speed increased in an explosive manner, throwing himself at Lu Yan. Two tongues lengthened swiftly from his neck, spewing two streams of black liquid that reeked with a vile stench.
It was extremely poisonous.
Lu Yan retreated quickly.
With a powerful thud, the young man’s tail slammed onto the ground, his speed surged once more, and he surprisingly managed to catch up with Lu Yan in an instant, slashing his knife ferociously.
Simultaneously, the two snake heads continued to spit out black liquid.
Lu Yan was somewhat fearful of the black liquid.
Ever since he learned of the existence of the highly toxic Peach Blossom Allure Poison, he dared not underestimate the effects of these poisons.
Although he was resistant to most poisons, he would not be able to handle one that corroded his internal organs.
Lu Yan slapped his left hand twice, creating strong palm winds that blew away the black liquid. At the same time, he slashed his right hand to block the opponent’s attack.
Clang!
Lu Yan felt a slight numbness in his arm and took two steps back.
The opponent’s power had actually increased again.
Whoosh!
The opponent’s snake tail lashed towards Lu Yan like a steel whip.
Leaping into the air, Lu Yan stepped on the opponent’s tail and distanced himself by tens of meters.
Aided by the force of his snake tail, the young man continued to fling himself at Lu Yan.
But Lu Yan was well prepared. Using the Cloud Walk move, he dodged the attack and appeared behind the opponent after two flashes.
The opponent continued to attack, Lu Yan continued to dodge...
After numerous rounds, the opponent’s momentum began to weaken noticeably.
Continuous assaults were quite draining on his bone strength.
Although Martial Spirits were strange creatures, they still were Martial Marquises. The primary source of their power was still their bone strength.
At this moment, Lu Yan seized the opportunity. Uniting his body and sword, he accelerated to his top speed and rushed past the opponent. He swung his blade at the opponent’s chest, narrowly missing a lethal slash.
After landing a hit, Lu Yan quickly widened the gap between him and the opponent.
The young man let out a roar; his expression became even more ferocious as he continued to attack Lu Yan.
With the force of his snake tail, the young man burst out at full speed. Despite his straight-line speed being incredibly fast, he still lacked Lu Yan’s agility and versatility. As long as Lu Yan focuses on defense, the opponent would fail to land a hit.
After several moves, Lu Yan swung his blade once again.
This time, the blade hit the two snakes on the young man’s neck. The severed portions of the snakes flew off, landing on the ground and wriggling continually.
While the young man roared, the remaining snakes on his neck began to lengthen, growing new heads.
"What in the world is that."
Lu Yan felt his scalp tingle, but simultaneously, he keenly captured that the opponent’s aura had seemingly weakened.
Chopping off the grown-out snake heads seemed to do more damage than chopping the young man’s body.
What about the snake tail?
Continuing to fight the opponent, Lu Yan seized another opportunity. With a slash of his blade, he aimed at the opponent’s snake tail, slicing off the two-meter-long appendage in its entirety.
The young man seemed to be in severe pain. He let out a wail and, writhing, began to regrow his snake tail. But his aura evidently declined even more.
"It seems manageable after all, not quite the invincible being."
Lu Yan consoled himself.
This was his first face-to-face battle with a Martial Spirit.
The experience was extremely important for him.
Splutter! Splutter!
As the opponent’s strength diminished, Lu Yan’s advantage grew accordingly. He found it easier and easier to land attacks on the opponent.
In just the time it took to make a cup of tea, Lu Yan had successfully landed seven slashes on the opponent.
Each attack either chopped off the two snake heads, sniped the snake tail, or targeted the head and other vital parts.
"Die..."
As the young man’s aura weakened, his facial features became increasingly hideous. Finally, his body was enveloped in a thick black smoke. A shadow emerged from his body.
The instant this shadow surfaced, Lu Yan felt a chill climbing up his spine, his hair stood on end, and his heart filled with fear.
Danger.
Extreme danger.
Lu Yan had a premonition that if he didn’t escape, he would surely die here today.
So, without any hesitation, he turned and fled.
"You won’t escape."
The young man roared and furiously chased after Lu Yan. His straight-line speed was astonishing and actually no slower than Lu Yan’s.
Lu Yan immediately changed his direction and dashed towards the castle built atop the Blood Land Vein.
There were two Grandmasters there. Surely, this Martial Spirit wouldn’t dare approach.
Both of them moved at incredible speeds and it wasn’t long before they neared the castle.
Boom!
The castle reverberated with a massive boom as its thick walls began to crumble. A figure then staggered out. It was the eerie beauty.
At this moment, the eerie beauty was extremely weak, and her body was dim, resembling a insubstantial shadow about to disappear.
Boom! Boom!
Two figures rushed out from inside the castle, leaped dozens of meters up into the air, and swooped down on the eerie beauty.
Behind them, the black shadow on the young man’s body quickly contracted. The snake heads on his neck and the snake tail from his coccyx retracted, and then he turned and fled.
In an instant, he had vanished without a trace.
"I’ve managed to scare off the guy. Martial Spirits are indeed Martial Spirits. Normal fighters of the same level cannot match them and even those with a higher cultivation level are unable to deal with them."
Lu Yan secretly thought, maintaining a persistent fear towards Martial Spirits.
Back in Kaoshan Village, that initial Martial Spirit had only just completed the Demonizing Ceremony and had not fully stepped into the territory of Martial Marquises. Yet, it managed to fight Liu’s two Martial Marquises. But Liu’s Marquises were helpless against them. In the end, it was the Ancestor of Liu Family who made a move to kill that Martial Spirit.
Martial Artists who chose the path of Martial Spirits could gain the inheritance of Martial Spirits and make swift progress in their Martial Arts.
Lu Yan wasn’t particularly concerned about this aspect.
The main issue was that Martial Spirits had some special abilities and possessed formidable vitality. They were extremely difficult to kill. If it weren’t for Lu Yan’s strong bone strength, any other opponent would have been worn out and perished.
There was also that terrifying black shadow that appeared when the enemy was weak.
The black shadow was absolutely horrifying.
"Can a martial artist connect with a Martial Spirit through special sacrificial ways? Could that shadow be the Martial Spirit?"
"What the hell is a Martial Spirit? What kind of existence is it?"
Lu Yan pondered.
Meanwhile, he quietly retreated, took a detour, and descended the mountain from another direction of the Blood Land Vein.
But the matter of Martial Spirit lingered in his mind.
"From the incident with the Ancestor of the Liu Family, I know that a Martial Spirit can be killed. It’s just tough to kill. Basically, my Bone strength is not damaging enough. If I had Inner Strength with such destructive power, killing a Martial Spirit would not be difficult."
"However, an Inner Strength Master, encountering a Martial Spirit of Inner Strength, would probably be equally tormented."
"If I cultivate enough with my top martial arts, could I possibly develop them into the ultimate martial arts?"
Lu Yan pondered.
After three months of reading at the Li Family, Lu Yan understood that there are countless martial arts in this world, vast like the sea.
Top martial arts are not the peak; above them, there are ultimate martial arts, more profound, more potent.
However, in Lingdong, there is no ultimate martial art.
The Bone Strength cultivated by ultimate martial arts, undoubtedly, would be much stronger and more destructive.
If he could evolve top martial arts into ultimate martial arts, transform his Bone Strength, he should dramatically enhance his damage to Martial Spirits.
"The journey is long and arduous, indeed."
Lu Yan sighed inwardly, but was also puzzled. Why was there a Martial Spirit here? Could it be connected to the supernatural and eerie creatures?
Shortly, Lu Yan reached the base of the mountain, and then headed towards Bei City.
The enchantingly beautiful creature mentioned before that the Monster King was attacking the city and she had come out in full force.
Lu Yan wanted to go and observe the battle situation.
If the situation was terrible, he’d better run away immediately.
If the situation is good, perhaps he could seize the opportunity to hunt down some monsters and earn battle achievements.
Although he had already practiced the Heart Tempering Decision, Lu Yan was still immensely desirous of the top martial arts collected by Zhao Clan.
Having enough battle achievements could be exchanged for them.
By now, the great battle outside Bei City had already intensified.
The Monster King was incredibly strong, Zhao Tiansheng and the three masters of the Zhao Clan had fought him for hundreds of rounds and still hadn’t subdued him. They were at a stalemate.
And the other human Grandmasters were gradually falling behind.
Although a Grandmaster’s strength was no weaker than a monster of the same level.
But monsters have a sturdy body, amazing defense, and they are fearless in death.
While human Grandmasters, especially those who came to assist, don’t want to fight to the death.
"Everyone, rally towards me."
Zhao Tiansheng’s voice rose.
Grandmasters retreated while fighting, gathering around Zhao Tiansheng.
And the Grandmaster-level monsters were enclosing the human Grandmasters in a semi-circular shape.
The human martial artists on the city wall saw this scene, their faces turned pale, and they were terrified.
If the human Grandmasters were defeated, then Lingwang City would be broken.
Then they would surely die.
What to do?
Should we run now?
If they run away in advance, they might escape with their lives. Once the Grandmasters are defeated, it would be too late to escape.
Just as many martial artists were contemplating, Zhao Tiansheng roared: "Now is the time, Immortal Horn, rise!"
In Zhao Tiansheng’s hand, a jade-like sharp horn appeared. It was more than a foot long, like a rhinoceros horn.
Zhao Tiansheng held the sharp horn, furiously pouring his Inner Strength into it. The horn emitted dazzling white light.
Roar!
The Monster King seemed to be extremely wary of the white light. It roared several times and retreated subconsciously.
The other three masters of Zhao Clan took this opportunity to step forward and pour their Inner Strength into the horn too.
The next moment, the horn was hovering in the air, the dazzling white light grew even more intense, then like a longsword, it stabbed towards the Monster King, like a white rainbow.
The Monster King was scared and stretched out a sharp claw, trying to swipe the horn aside.
But the moment it collided with the horn, its claw, sharp as a Divine Weapon and indestructible, exploded into pieces. The horn didn’t stop and pierced the Monster King’s chest, flying out from its back.
The Monster King howled in pain, its body rolled backwards several times, struggled to get up, and turned to run.
It was filled with absolute terror.
Because the power radiated by the horn completely restrained it.
The thick and filthy air in it, encountering the white light on the horn, was like ice and snow meeting flame, quickly melting, unable to resist at all.
"Do not let the Monster King escape, kill it today, and eliminate the future trouble."
Zhao Tiansheng roared, pounced forward, and grabbed the horn again, crazily pouring his Inner Strength into it.
As he landed, the three Masters of Zhao Clan followed suit, pouring all of their Inner Strength into the horn.
Swoosh!
The horn took flight for the second time, its white light dazzling, targeting the Monster King, and stabbed downwards.
The Monster King let out a horrified wail.
The previous strike had critically injured it. If it wasn’t dead, it was lucky. If attacked again, it would undoubtedly die.
Just then, a figure dashed in like lightning, leapt up, swung a broadsword, and hit the horn.
Clang!
A deafening sound echoed throughout the battlefield, and the horn was blocked.
The figure retreated tens of meters continuously.
It was a middle-aged man, looking to be in his fifties, with a three-inch long beard, a refined face, but his eyes shone brilliantly, emitting a formidable aura even when he wasn’t angry.
"Who are you, daring to assist the monsters?"
Zhao Tiansheng roared, somewhat in disbelief, the one who interfered was a human.
The middle-aged man chuckled lightly, stood there like a mountain, blocking Zhao Tiansheng and the others, while the Monster King took the opportunity to run wildly.
