Chapter 545

Qing scans the surroundings fiercely.

There’s Unyeonjeong lying on the floor, covered in blood. The ladies gathered around her, protecting her.

It was bloody chaos, and I wondered what was going on when I realized the ghouls, left after a fierce battle, were guarding that woman.

And weapons, or whatever counted as one.

As Qing looked around, suddenly, swoosh, a sword flew through the air and landed neatly in front of him.

It was stained lightly with blood and yellowish oil from the swordplay, ugh, Qing recalled the pain in his chest suddenly.

That was the sword Mahee Yu Yang had used to stab him.

A short and sleek sword meant for ladies, with a thin blade that bent easily—typical of the Central Plains’ weapons.

Yu Yang not piercing Qing’s pectoralis major was definitely due in part to that delicate blade.

But why on earth was this sword floating in front of him and offering its hilt? Surely a sword isn’t magically moving by itself—someone must be controlling it.

Qing glared at Unyeonjeong and clenched his teeth.

You’ll hand over the sword? Fine, I’ll take care of it, alright?

You annoying woman, I’m not going to let this slide.

Not for a second!

Qing grabbed the sword in his hand.

Moonlight Sword Ten, and the Crescent Moon Sword were both seriously sickening, and honestly, the new sword felt unbelievably light.

What’s with this featherweight thing?

Hmph. You are not worthy of the Moonlight Sword.

From now on, your name is Skewers. Skewers.

Of course, heavy weapons have their own unique strengths, and light ones have theirs too, and a strong sword has its own power while a flexible sword has its grace, but all that depends on one’s strength; this former Heart Consumption Demon’s sword, now Skewers, just doesn’t please Qing’s heart.

Qing kicked open the bathroom door.

There had to be at least half a shichen more of chaos ahead, but shamelessly, a couple of rogues had barged into someone else’s changing room!

Four stood still, and three women crawled on the floor with leashes attached to them. Remarkable hobby, no, I mean preferences should be respected.

“Who—” “Lady Yu Yang!” “Grrr—!”

“Yu Yang isn’t here! Come get hot water! Good Lord! Get lost!”

Qing shouted while swinging a huge wooden bucket with a whoosh!

“Gah!” “Gah!” “Agh!”

The Blood Sect members, drenched in hot water, danced around, overjoyed, causing a ruckus.

With that sharpness, the leashes came loose, charging towards Qing were three women? Or dogs? Both then—dog ladies?

Qing, with a tight grip on his sword, instantly realized why these dog ladies were crawling on all fours with leashes.

Martial Arts are meant to face enemies standing on two legs; they don’t account for the monsters running at you on all fours!

Low, charging beasts!

With a clever leap targeting Qing’s lower body.

Probably meant to grab his feet and drag him down.

In that instant, Qing’s right foot shot out with a powerful thrust.

His foot slapped the cheek of the first dog lady, and pieces of teeth flew out.

Using that rebound to twist his body, Qing’s left leg pulled up sharply, toes touching his butt, muscles puffing up like a bowstring pulled back—

THWAK! It was like the sound of a whip cracking, as his unusually long leg sprang back, slapping the cheek of the second dog lady—smack!

One pair depicts a couple, and it isn’t meant to be a fancy martial technique. In fact, who would establish a martial art imitating a clumsy, short-legged bird? A crane with elegant long legs, okay maybe.

The mandarin duck always comes in pairs, two as one.

In martial terms, the mandarin duck technique means two successive kicks, one from each leg.

With shrieks flying out, the dog ladies stumbled back.

The last one, lagging behind, jumped in the meantime!

But Qing’s right foot was already lifted, parallel to the ceiling, pointing high into the sky.

Standing on his left foot, leaning his body as he stretched out his right leg perfectly straight towards the heavens.

Boom! Suddenly the sky echoed with a roar.

Heavenly Demon’s Rule, Crushing the Sky in a Single Step.

With just a step, yet the heavens trembled in fear.

Suddenly, a man’s back flashed in Qing’s mind.

Heavenly Demon, what’s with the posing? Should I catch him and give him a good beating after all this time?

Qing’s foot came crashing down.

Crunch, the head of the dog lady squished like some pastry underfoot, and with a single stomp that made even the heavens shrink back, dark demon energy spread out in a circle around him—

One. Two. Three.

The floor within a radius of three feet exploded.

Thick flooring shattered, exposing the skeletal framework of the tavern beneath.

Fortunately, it seemed the dressing room was safe below, as Qing jumped down, slammed the door open, and dashed down the corridor.

So many ups and downs, but hey, I just have to rush out to Suzhou.

Oh. Shit, my Moonlight Sword, my gold coins…

Gold coins can be considered the tavern repair fee, but I really liked that Moonlight Sword.

Suddenly, leaving things behind bugged me.

-Where is that woman!? -Lady Mahee!!!! -Cheonhwa-geom! Cheonhwa-geom! -My Heart Consumption Technique! Where are you!

The commotion behind him dampened Qing’s enthusiasm.

Weapons aren’t something you hold onto for a thousand years anyway; you just get a new one when they wear out.

But what kind of punk has my Heart Consumption Technique? Who left it with me? Wasn’t that annoying voice from Pobidon, the fat guy?

Qing gripped the railing and jumped down again.

The most dangerous way to descend stairs, acting against civilization, a disappointing technique.

But Qing’s physical ability could easily be called unmatched; his strength, flexibility, resilience, balance—all that was beyond normal, so he could give it a shot.

Before long, he was on the first floor.

Narrowly dodging busy tables and flinging aside curtains, he finally made his escape!

-Cursed nonsense.

Suddenly, Qing’s eyes met a line of warriors filling the front of the two-story pavilion.

Qing took a breath and stretched out.

“…Ah, the night air is really nice. Hmm, but it’s chilly since it’s autumn. Should I head back in?”

As Qing began to turn casually—

“It’s the Cheonhwa-geom! Catch it! If you fail, Lady Yu Yang will never let you live!”

Shit. That’s not working.

Plus, the Blood Sect punks!

I mean, who else stands out like a peerless beauty covered in blood other than the one with three heads?

Qing gave up on re-entering the tavern.

It might be favorable for chaos, but innocent people would get caught up in it.

I can’t let that happen, and I shouldn’t allow it.

“Now, come at me!”

Qing shouted boldly, his bright voice ringing beneath the night sky.

At that moment, as the Blood Sect members took a couple of steps forward, bang!!

The world was filled with the resounding, majestic sound of a bell, followed by a thunderous vibration shaking the ground.

As Qing charged straight out, a slender beam of light shot in, scattering three sunset-colored crescent moons.

What’s this? You come to me and ask me to come over!

The Blood Sect members might feel wronged.

But all beings are always moving, and at this moment alone, moments of unimaginable journeys cross between stars, so it’s just that no one in the world stays still.

From this perspective, waiting and charging are merely the same phenomenon of shrinking relative distance. This is proven in Qing’s hometown.

And given Qing’s descent, it can be argued he’s not exactly deceiving anyone.

However, the chaotic swordsmanship of Qing that sketched violent arcs bounced here and there.

First off, this weapon is too light.

From time to time, he could come across solid ones; the Blood Ghoul mixed in made the soft, flexible sword fail to convey Qing’s monstrous power.

And two, ugh, I should have secured my chest so it wouldn’t wobble.

With the massive weight swaying heavily, the gaping wound throbbed with pain.

Qing gritted his teeth, then exploded with an intangible energy, surging with murderous intent.

In an instant, Qing’s pupils elongated vertically.

An unsettling color sliced through his blue eyes, like a wild beast. The wounded turns out to be the most dangerous, actually, it’s beasts that are dangerous.

Hundred-Eight Sura Sword. First Strike. Forbidden Blood Wave.

Do not push the wounded wolf.

Qing’s bared teeth looked oddly ominous.

His sword trajectory drew a more simplistic line.

It skated against napes and tore through belly skin, spilling out what he held, slashing through limbs, leaving only the largest veins intact, determined to bathe in blood.

So the spouting blood, gushing out like a fountain, peppering on the ground, drenching and flowing like a squirt gun, splattering and oozing.

“Kill!” “Damn, where—” “Here!”

At some point, Qing let go of the sword.

Arms spread wide, blood oozing from the blood sect leader, who was caught between, smack! All holes bursting, eyes dangling, a desperate scream.

With screams shifting from left to right and back again, he clutched at an ankle, swinging it, knocking people into each other with a crunch! Thud!

Qing was like a wolf burrowing into a herd of sheep, soaked in blood.

Is this what a demon looks like in the thick of it?

But Qing was also drenched in blood.

The beastly mindset of the Hundred-Eight Sura Sword, converting pain into a dull pleasure, came with severe side effects, throwing his body into chaos.

Overindulging would open up certain tendencies, but it’s all a personal thing as long as I don’t hurt anyone else.

Still, Yu Yang made a mark.

In front of the swordsmanship, even the threads of the legendary Heavenly Silk couldn’t exert the slightest power against anything that could cut through rock and steel.

Still, the supreme fabric of Heavenly Silk could withstand some.

Normally, the onslaught of blade energy would’ve torn through plenty of flesh and left him with naught but a sorry bruise from a whack.

The occasional stabs drove him nuts.

Fabric is particularly weak against piercing forces, no way around it, the inherent nature of the material meant they would inevitably tear.

That was the moment.

“Rooarr!”

Behind Qing, a Blood Ghoul leapt, its height reaching Qing’s calves.

With a strange howl, it bit into Qing’s calf and then wrapped its arms around his shins tightly, locking him down.

Qing was startled, and as he teetered, a fake sword energy attacked toward his crown. Qing raised his wrist to block it, only to hear, roar!

It was a pandemonium of yelling beasts, Blood Ghouls were all over him at once.

What kind of Blood Sect is this? A beast palace!?

One lady’s on his empty leg, another hanging from his wrist with teeth sunk into it, one more chomped onto his shoulder—then ouch!

Qing jumped!

One of them just bit his butt!

He was so shocked, spinning dizziness washed over him, so startled, he gasped, skin crawling!

Overwhelmed, the Hundred-Eight Sura Sword mindset faded, shrinking the eyes of the beasts, slipping away the restless energy of Heavenly Kill.

He stumbled, and in his anguish, his whole body quivered, relaxing even his defensive muscles, letting the beasts sink their teeth in!

“Gah!”

Amidst sharp pain, Qing faltered, and then more beasts lunged in.

With the Awakening Skill’s spatial perception, he sensed five to six others elegantly weaving around, one with a flatter chest, wait, why do all the beast imitations look like women?

What’s this, a preference of the Blood Sect? Dirty bastards!

Then, suddenly, the image of a man wearing a collar swam through his mind.

Oh, right, thought of that seemed valid. Aesthetically pleasing decision, sure.

And then crash!

Qing was completely pinned beneath the ladies.

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