Immortality Starts With Ignorant Heart Sword Art

Chapter 239: Flying Sword · Empty Cicada

"Hmm???"

The sudden death of Du Hao and the blood-colored spells that were being pushed back by the sword in the mist left many cultivators of the Cloud Firmament Sect confused.

Whether they were demonic cultivators, independent cultivators, or Zhong Cang's fellow disciples, they couldn't understand why Zhong Cang's ethereal mist sword could cut through stronger blood-colored spells.

—This is not to say that Du Hao is stronger than Zhong Cang, but rather that Zhong Cang didn't use his full strength. With his powerful Five Viscera Divine Sovereign, Zhong Cang only summoned a mirage dragon.

Even the mist of the mirage dragon, which only used one-tenth of its power... around Zhong Cang, the vast misty sea was still expanding, already covering an area of several miles.

The freely spreading mist indicated that Zhong Cang was not paying much attention when he attacked Du Hao.

"Why? No matter how you look at it, the clash between the mist and the blood-colored spells should have been won by the demonic cultivators."

"By the way, are the disciples of the Blood Sea Sect so easy to kill? Du Hao clearly had a body refining cultivation. And the Blood Sea Sect, besides refining blood puppets and condensing blood seas, their powerful immortality has always been praised. That strong physique is not something a mist sword can kill, right?"

"I also have the same feeling. I have fought against the disciples of the Blood Sea Sect when I went to the mortal realm."

The last person speaking was a middle-aged cultivator in the Foundation Building stage. Even though some time had passed, he still shuddered when he recalled that battle.

"The cultivators of the Blood Sea Sect were only in the early stage of Foundation Building, and they had just advanced not long ago. Their strength was far inferior to mine. But they were so difficult to kill. No matter if I tore their limbs or caused other injuries, their bodies would quickly recover as if nothing happened."

"For those monsters, their blood is immortal, making them almost invincible..."

After all, the Blood Sea Sect was a major sect, and their strength was still considerable. The difficulty of killing the disciples of the Blood Sea Sect had been recognized by all the cultivators who had fought against them.

But it was precisely because of this that Du Hao's easy death left them puzzled.

"What about your powerful blood spells?"

"What about your immortality?"

...

While the cultivators of the Cloud Firmament Sect were discussing, the disciples of the Blood Sea Sect... were not particularly surprised.

Being in the Cloud Dream Heavenly Domain, they had long known about Zhong Cang's strength.

They had also heard that Zhong Cang had used his ethereal mist sword to cut through the clouds of Thunder Tribulation.

Therefore, Du Hao's defeat and death were completely within their expectations.

At the same time, this was also the reason why the Blood Sea Sect's sect master, Li Xiu, had been "gentle" before.

He didn't have confidence that the younger disciples of his sect could withstand Zhong Cang's attacks.

If even the sect master didn't have confidence, the cultivators below naturally feared Zhong Cang greatly.

This atmosphere of fear led to a strange scene in front of the Blood Sea Sect... After Zhong Cang killed Du Hao, not a single one of the thousands of demonic disciples dared to shout loudly. Instead, they lowered their heads and didn't dare to look Zhong Cang in the eye.

Obviously, they didn't want to fight against Zhong Cang.

This was also the difference between the demonic sect and the Dao Sect.

The demonic sect ruled with high pressure, while the Dao Sect ultimately valued human relationships. If the same situation occurred in the Cloud Firmament Sect, although most people would remain silent, there would definitely be a few loyal individuals who would dare to stand up.

But now, within the Blood Sea Sect, there was silence.

However, this silence did not last long. After Du Hao's defeat, the master of the Blood Sea Sect did not even blink his eyes before sending another person onto the stage.

"Pu Xiang, it's your turn."

"...Yes."

Looking at Pu Xiang, who didn't even dare to refute, Zhong Cang also felt the advantage of the Demon Sect.

Years of oppressive rule had made the lower levels of the Demon Sect extremely fearful of the higher-ups. Under extreme fear, even if the higher-ups ordered them to die, they wouldn't dare to have any second thoughts.

After all, in other places, death might be the end.

But in the Demon Sect, besides being able to make them beg for life and not get it, the higher-ups could also capture their souls and refine their spirits.

Death in the Demon Sect was not the end of everything.

...

While thinking about various things, Zhong Cang looked at his opponent and prepared for battle.

As for Pu Xiang, he was already full of resentment and a desire for death.

However, he didn't dare to vent his anger towards the higher-ups of the Demon Sect, so he could only direct it towards Zhong Cang.

"If it weren't for you, how could I have died!"

With this thought in mind, endless resentment grew in his heart.

This intense hatred made him not think about delaying or avoiding the fight like Du Hao did before.

Instead, he ignited his blood and prepared to fight with all his might.

"Even if I die, you won't have a good ending!"

"Burning Blood Technique!"

"Boom!" In extreme hatred and anger, Pu Xiang, radiating blood light all over his body, rushed forward, ready to perish together with Zhong Cang.

And then... he became confused.

There was no way not to be confused. He did indeed have the idea of dying and splattering Zhong Cang with his blood.

But facing Zhong Cang, he couldn't even achieve this small wish.

During the battle with Du Hao, the Mirage Dragon had been spewing clouds and mist around Zhong Cang.

With the Mirage Dragon's breath, the mist expanded and filled the air like a sea.

At this moment, this vast sea of mist completely obscured Zhong Cang's figure.

And the Mirage Dragon's mist not only concealed the line of sight, but the mist with illusion abilities could also confuse one's mind.

It could be said that Zhong Cang, hiding in the mist, couldn't see, hear, or even detect with his spiritual senses, as they would be obscured by the illusion abilities.

Moreover, even if those people detected something, it might not be true... The Mirage Dragon's specialty was creating illusions.

In this way, Pu Xiang, who rushed in with resentment, became blind.

"Bastard, where are you? Come out!"

"Bastard, if you have the guts, come and face me alone..."

In the search for Zhong Cang's whereabouts, which could not be found in Puxiang, Puxiang wanted to provoke Zhong Cang through insults to reveal himself.

Unfortunately, provocation was useless against Zhong Cang.

Moreover, even if he didn't come out, Zhong Cang could easily kill him.

Just like now, before Puxiang finished challenging him, he died.

He died under a silent and invisible flying sword.

Through the Mirage Dragon Pearl, an Integrated Union Supreme Grade Law Weapon, Zhong Cang transformed into a Mirage Dragon, one of the Five Visceral Gods.

As a legendary dragon species, the mist summoned by the Mirage Dragon not only had the ability to mesmerize, but also the ability to transform.

With this mist, Zhong Cang could use it to transform into weapons, scenery, cities, and even lifelike people.

Many seemingly real mirages were created by the Mirage Dragon using the mist.

At this moment, in this sea of mist, there were more than a hundred carefully transformed flying swords by Zhong Cang roaming around.

One of the flying swords was named Empty Cicada. Its special characteristic was that it was weightless and transparent.

Even when flying, this sword made no sound.

Zhong Cang found this flying sword, Empty Cicada, in the Four Seas Pavilion and it was given to him as a gift by Su Wan'er.

Currently, the Empty Cicada sword had not been activated by Zhong Cang.

But relying on the Mirage Dragon's mist transformation ability, Zhong Cang condensed more than a hundred misty Empty Cicada swords, and these flying swords roamed like fish in the mist.

Originally, the Empty Cicada sword was silent and transparent.

Under the cover of the mist, it became the most terrifying weapon for killing.

Unless they were particularly sensitive individuals or their strength far surpassed Zhong Cang's, even if the Empty Cicada flew within three feet of them, they might not be able to perceive it.

And by the time they realized it within three feet, it would be too late.

Of course, the Empty Cicada sword was not invincible.

Because its main characteristic was concealment, its offensive power was weak, and most Foundation Building cultivators had shields or other life-saving abilities.

Relying solely on sneak attacks, it was difficult for the Empty Cicada sword to kill Foundation Building cultivators.

However, Zhong Cang was not among them.

He had the Eye of the Hell King, which allowed him to see the death lines on his enemies.

So, for Zhong Cang, attack power was not his main concern. What he wanted was to cut the death lines on his enemies.

Therefore, the Empty Cicada sword became Zhong Cang's perfect match.

Puxiang, the cultivator, was cut along his death line by the Empty Cicada sword without realizing it, and died instantly.

...

Dealing with Du Hao, the river formed by the misty longswords composed by Zhong Cang was like a bulldozer, but it still took dozens of breaths to annihilate Du Hao's more than a hundred blood shadow clones and reach his true body.

But Puxiang actively entered the mist.

Therefore, in less than three breaths, he was decapitated.

At the moment of his death, a shout came from Zhong Cang's mouth.

"Next!"

...

"???"

"What does 'next' mean?"

"What else could it be? Those who entered the mist died."

"But he only entered for less than three breaths. He's a Foundation Building cultivator, not a chicken. No, even a chicken can survive for three breaths, right?"

"Everyone, something seems off..."

Zhong Cang's shout of "next" made the Independent Cultivators of Cloud Firmament Sect realize that the situation was different from what they had imagined.

However, the Independent Cultivators of Cloud Firmament Sect could discuss it freely because it didn't concern them.

But the demonic cultivators of Blood Sea Sect were on the verge of exploding.

Blood Sea Sect's base was surrounded by a blood-colored river and filled with countless bones and resentful spirits. These scenes made this place resemble a hellish blood pool.

However, the demonic cultivators of Blood Sea Sect, who were cruel and vicious, like evil spirits in this blood pool, were now somewhat afraid to face the sea of mist in front of them. They felt that the mist swallowed a Foundation Building cultivator's sea of mist in less than three breaths... that was the real hell.

The excessive fear even made some people secretly retreat.

They were afraid of Zhong Cang and didn't want to be named by the Sect Master.

Unfortunately, being in a demonic sect didn't mean they could avoid it just because they didn't want to.

"Fan Gang, you go."

"Sect, Sect Master, I, I..."

"Hmm!"

As Sect Master Li Xiu's gaze fell on him, Fan Gang's resistance instantly weakened.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and stepped onto the battlefield.

However, after Puxiang's experience, Fan Gang didn't have the courage to charge into the mist at all.

After leaving the sect's gate, he immediately rushed in the opposite direction.

Obviously, he wanted to stay away from the sea of mist.

Unfortunately, it wasn't something he could avoid just by wanting to.

Zhong Cang simply stretched out his hand when Fan Gang tried to escape. In the next moment, his palm turned into a claw, and a shout came from Zhong Cang's mouth.

"Myriad Manifestations Traction!"

(End of this chapter)