The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1307: Chapter 388: A Brute and a Madman, What a Perfect Match!

The black blade in Yama’s hand emitted a piercing hum, with dense and bizarre runes appearing on the blade.

"The survival law of the aristocratic family has always been to ascend to the heavens stepping on the corpses of their opponents!"

Yama pointed the blade directly, dark mist surging, "Your innocence is simply absurd!"

"Enough." He suddenly gave a sinister smile, "Talking to you, a blockhead, is futile, a waste of cultivation to the Spirit Severing Realm."

Speaking up to this point, Yama slowly raised his long blade, and a thousand ghostly faces emerged in the dark mist, "Since you crave battle so much, the more injured you are, the crazier you become... today, I’ll grant your wish!"

Before Yama finished speaking, his figure had already flashed forward.

The black blade slashed out a chilling arc, and before the blade’s edge reached him, a cold blade aura had already plowed a several-zhang gully into the ground.

Zhao Muye hastily raised his arm to block, battle patterns bursting out their last golden light.

"Clang——"

In the sound of metal clashing, he was struck flying more than a dozen zhang, his back heavily hitting a rock wall, blood gushing from his mouth.

"Too slow." Yama’s cold voice echoed in his ears.

Before Zhao Muye could react, intense pain spread from his chest — three pitch-black bone spikes suddenly attacked from the dark mist, directly piercing through his shoulders and below his ribs.

"Cough... exhilarating!" Zhao Muye actually grinned widely, his bloodstained teeth appearing particularly grim in the moonlight.

He abruptly grabbed the bone spikes, leveraging to spin himself, sweeping a roundhouse kick toward Yama’s face.

"Struggling to the death." Yama sneered and tilted his head, the handle striking heavily on Zhao Muye’s knee.

The "crack" of bone fractures was clearly audible, and Zhao Muye grunted as he kneeled on one knee, yet still tightly grasped the bone spikes penetrating his body.

The ghostly faces in the dark mist emitted a piercing screech, madly gnawing at Zhao Muye’s divine soul.

His vision swirled with darkness, the battle patterns utterly dimmed, yet he still roared and swung a punch: "Again!"

Yama’s eyes flashed a hint of surprise, which immediately turned into viciousness.

The long blade suddenly ignited with ghostly blue flame, all the runes on the blade lighting up: "Since you seek death, I’ll gladly send you on your way!"

Blade light like a waterfall illuminated Zhao Muye’s bloodstained yet undiminished fighting spirit face.

At this critical moment ——

"Boom!"

A purple thunder suddenly struck down, accurately hitting the edge of Yama’s blade.

The violent thunder light burst open, forcibly deflecting the deadly blade when it skewed off course.

Yama’s figure violently retreated several zhang, his crimson pupils suddenly contracting.

Only to see a black shadow stepping on thunder approaching, wrapped in ferocious purple electric snakes.

The newcomer was clad in night clothes, and the three-color mask shimmered coldly in the lightning.

"Who are you?" Yama’s voice was gloomy, the black blade in his hand slightly trembled.

He could feel those purple thunders contained a special dao rhythm that restrained the evil yin forces.

Zhou Qing did not respond, with a wave of his hand, three more thunders struck down.

These thunders weren’t ordinary lightning; each condensed like a spear, etching dazzling purple traces in the air.

Yama brandished his blade to fend off, the collision of black mist and thunder light emitting a teeth-gnashing "zizi" sound.

"Mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm!" Feeling the battle power exploding from this black-clothed individual, Yama’s expression turned extremely ugly.

Evidently, he hadn’t anticipated such a formidable enemy to suddenly intervene.

Inwardly, he was full of regret, knowing that he should have ended it swiftly instead of wasting words with that reckless fool.

Yet, instead of seizing the chance to flee, Zhao Muye’s eyes brightened, and he swallowed a large handful of elixirs all at once.

As the medicinal power spread within him, his whole body muscles slightly trembled, with faintly visible golden light flowing beneath his skin.

He wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth, battle intent rekindling in his eyes.

Facing Yama, the late-stage Spirit Severing Realm expert, this black-clad individual still dared to save him with mid-stage cultivation.

How could he flee alone at such a moment and still call himself a person?

"A despicable coward!" Yama saw Zhao Muye not fleeing but instead treating his wounds, cursing ’fool’ in his heart.

Then, turning back to Zhou Qing, he yelled in anger, and the runes on his black blade suddenly shone brilliantly.

Nine ghostly water dragon roared out from the blade, each carrying overwhelming dark mist, pouncing toward Zhou Qing.

Thunder flashed in Zhou Qing’s eyes as he swiftly performed sealing gestures.

Just then, thunder patterns appeared around him, condensing into a shield of intertwined lightning in front of him.

With a loud "boom," the ghostly water dragon crashed into the thunder shield, the violent energy waves shaking the surrounding mountains and rocks into collapse.

"Nothing much." Zhou Qing said coldly, his voice spilling through the mask, appearing particularly grim.

His right hand made a void grip, and a broadsword entirely composed of thunder condensed into his palm, the blade flickering with dazzling purple-white electric light.

He had come only to rescue someone, and absolutely couldn’t implicate the Taiqing Sect by exposing his identity.

He deliberately altered his usual sword technique, blending in other cultivation technique characteristics with the power of thunder on purpose, even adjusting his regular footwork.

Moreover, during their last encounter, he was merely at Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection.

Now, only a few years later, due to Four Flowers Gathering at the Crown, his explosive battle power had reached mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm.

Presumably, Yama couldn’t possibly suspect it was him.

"Hurry and leave, I can’t hold on much longer!" Seeing Zhao Muye still adjusting his breath, Zhou Qing seized the fleeting chance and quickly sent a message.

Upon hearing this intentionally altered voice, Zhao Muye looked up, stubbornly shaking his head.

"Since you saved me at your risk, how can I, Zhao Muye, act ungrateful and flee?"

After hearing this, Zhou Qing’s heart was a tumult.

Brother, is this the time to talk about loyalty?

At least, you’ve cultivated all the way to the Spirit Severing Realm, can you not differentiate between priorities?

I’m only early-stage Spirit Severing Realm, although I can burst out mid-stage battle power, my limited spiritual power stands as a stark reality.