The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1308: Chapter 388: A Brute and a Madman, the Perfect Match! (6k)

In addition to you being seriously injured, did I come out just to die?!

"Don’t panic, brother!" Zhao Muye grinned, the battle intent in his eyes growing stronger, "My cousin has already escaped and will be here soon! By then, it’ll be three against one, we’ll definitely take this kid down!"

As he spoke, his muscles squirmed, and the deep wounds visible to the bone began to heal at an observable rate.

Zhou Qing sighed helplessly but had to admit—this brute may be single-minded, but his body refining recovery ability is truly monstrous.

In just a few words, the opponent’s aura had already stabilized quite a bit.

"Hmph!" Yama suddenly sneered, a hint of mockery glinting in his scarlet pupils.

He clearly sensed the two’s mental fluctuations, and the runes on the black blade in his hand suddenly lit up, like countless blood-red eyes opening at once.

"Over the years, few have dared to ruin my plans just as I’m about to succeed."

Yama’s voice suddenly turned cold and bone-chilling, "Therefore, you must die!"

Before the last syllable fell, his figure blurred instantly.

Zhou Qing’s pupils contracted sharply, instinctively sidestepping to evade—

With a "swoosh," the black blade grazed his mask, leaving a deep gouge in the bronze mask.

Cold sweat dripped down Zhou Qing’s back.

Truly a late-stage Spirit Severing Realm who can compete evenly with the Old Emperor, his battle prowess is far beyond ordinary of the same stage.

He dared not hesitate, quickly forming seals with his hands as the thunder patterns around him surged violently.

Immediately, countless purple thunders descended from the sky, weaving into a dense, impenetrable net within a hundred feet radius.

Each bolt of thunder aimed precisely at Yama’s vital points, forcing him to momentarily back off.

But Yama sneered, and the black blade suddenly flew from his hand, transforming into a hundred-foot ghost dragon in mid-air.

The entire body of the ghost dragon was pitch black, with thick blood mist flowing between its scales, and it opened its mouth to spew forth a highly corrosive black flame.

The thunder net collided with the black flame, producing a deafening explosion.

The blast waves sent rocks flying within a hundred feet, and Zhou Qing was shaken back several steps by the shockwave, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth beneath the mask.

"Do you dare to mind others’ business with just this little skill?" Yama’s icy voice suddenly sounded right by his ear.

Zhou Qing’s heart jolted with shock, and before he could react, a heavy palm struck viciously on his back!

"Pfft—" Zhou Qing spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body flying out like a kite with a broken string.

He forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, only to see Yama closely following, the black blade somehow returned to his hand, the tip poised directly at his throat!

Damn it!

If not for hiding his identity, many techniques couldn’t be used, he wouldn’t be in such a dire state.

Just at the next moment, a golden light suddenly intervened.

With a loud "clang," Zhao Muye, bathed in blood, stood in front of Zhou Qing, crossing his arms to hard-stop the blade.

His arms instantly split open, yet he stubbornly held the blade edge at bay.

"Courting death!" Yama roared, black mist surging from the blade.

Just as he was about to exert force, Zhou Qing immediately darted out from behind Zhao Muye, somehow holding a short sword entwined with purple lightning, directly stabbing at Yama’s chest!

"Hiss—" The short sword penetrated three inches deep but was blocked by the protective black mist around Yama’s body.

Yama retreated in pain, looking down at the black blood oozing from his chest, a flash of rage and surprise in his eyes.

"Good, very good!" he laughed in extreme anger, "Today, let me show you true despair!"

Before his words finished, Yama stretched out his arms, the black mist around him swirling madly.

Countless distorted human faces appeared in the mist, each silently wailing.

The entire canyon’s light suddenly dimmed, as if swallowed by some unseen force.

"Yama’s Realm · Eternal Night Descent!"

In an instant, the world changed color.

Zhou Qing only felt darkness before his eyes, and upon opening them again, he found himself amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Underfoot was viscous blood, each step making a ghastly "squelching" sound.

Countless incomplete corpses floated around, each maintaining a posture of struggle from before death.

"Welcome to my Hades Hall." Yama’s voice echoed from all around, yet his figure was unseen.

The floating corpses suddenly turned their heads in unison, hollow eye sockets staring straight at the two.

Zhao Muye roared, golden light surging, yet horrified to find his skin beginning to rot and peel, revealing stark white bones.

Even more terrifying, he felt no pain, as if this body had long been dead.

Zhou Qing forced himself to stay calm, yet found his hands drying and aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He tried to circulate the Power of Thunder, only to see wisps of black gas seeping from his seven orifices.

And in front of him, forming into another "self"—a rotting, ferocious-looking corpse.

"This is the real you." The corpse Zhou Qing grinned, baring ivory teeth.

"Who do you think you are? Just a shell destined to rot sooner or later."

Countless fragments of memory suddenly flooded into his mind: the Taiqing Sect annihilated, the master’s tragic death, the demise of fellow disciples...

Each scene so vivid, as if it had already occurred.

Zhou Qing’s heart and spirit were severely shaken, his Dao heart nearly collapsing.

Countless distracting thoughts surged like a tide, threatening to completely drown him.

"Interesting!" He suddenly shook his head, the four-colored Dao flower in his sea of consciousness blooming instantly, layers of Dao rhythm rippling out like waves.

Four-colored radiance circulated, suppressing those chaotic thoughts one by one.

"It almost feels like when I first severed the spirit!" Zhou Qing was secretly alarmed.

Daring not to delay, he immediately circulated his cultivation technique, strands of golden energy seeping from within, cautiously probing the surroundings.