Chapter 552: Chapter 545 Curse
Qiu Mountain Territory, atop a barren wasteland.
Two figures dashed like lightning, one chasing the other, occasionally exchanging a few blows.
Wherever they passed, jungles turned to deserts and mountains were leveled.
The man in the front, known as Ning Miaozi, was the Supreme Sect Master of the Blood Blade Sect.
However, at this moment, he looked utterly disheveled, his vestment robe tattered and ragged, resembling a beggar.
The exposed skin was mottled with blood, with disheveled hair draped over his shoulders, and the hairpin that once held his hair was long lost.
“Luo Batian! To prey on me when I’m alone and chase me for thousands of miles, you are too bullying!”
“Your Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect harms creatures wherever it goes, stirring heaven’s wrath and human resentment. In the Qianshan Territory, you’ve provoked public anger, finding no place just to stand.”
“Then you dare to bring disaster upon our Qiu Mountain Territory?”
“Let me tell you, as long as I, Ning Miaozi, am still breathing, you won’t succeed…”
While sprinting forward, Ning Miaozi roared angrily.
A hundred meters behind him, Luo Batian, expressionless, scoffed coldly, “My Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect establishing a foothold in Qiu Mountain Territory, is the will of destiny.”
“Your Blood Blade Sect refuses to submit obediently under our sect, and that would have been fine, but you still make trouble and stubbornly oppose us, you are literally seeking death!”
“A month ago, relying on your numbers, you and two True Immortals ganged up to encircle and attack me. It must be said, even at True Level, you are quite pathetic.”
“Three of you together couldn’t even stop me; you just inflicted minor injuries before I managed to escape.”
“With such weaklings, you hope to prevent my sect from establishing here? You must still be dreaming…”
With disdain on his face, Luo Batian burst out in wild laughter.
Of course, the speed of his advance wasn’t slowed by this.
The fleeing Ning Miaozi wasn’t exceptional in combat, but his speed was indeed quite fast.
After all, if just considering the realm, he and Luo Batian were essentially at the same level of cultivation.
If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have had the courage to join the other two True Immortals in an attempt to encircle and kill Luo Batian.
In terms of combat power, Ning Miaozi, such a weakling, Luo Batian could take on two of him.
But regarding the speed of running, although there was a slight difference between them, it was very limited.
It was precisely because of this that after chasing Ning Miaozi for three thousand miles, he had not been able to completely eliminate him.
“Luo, I admit, in terms of combat power, you are indeed a bit stronger than me.”
“But what of that? Do you really think you can surely defeat me in a one-on-one fight?”
“You want me dead? Aren’t you afraid of a lose-lose situation, where I drag you down to die with me?”
Ning Miaozi kept roaring angrily.
Though he roared loudly, his heart was indeed in turmoil.
After all, having been pursued by Luo Batian for so long, his own power was already severely depleted.
Luo Batian, if he continued his relentless pursuit, how much longer could he himself hold on? Ning Miaozi really had no idea in his heart.
“Ah…” Just then, a scream suddenly came from behind.
Following closely at a low altitude, Luo Batian suddenly fell headlong, plummeting to the barren land below.
“What is going on? There must be trickery…” Confused, Ning Miaozi was completely stunned.
Though he thought so, he still stopped in his tracks.
“Trick or no trick, take my blade first!” Sensing Luo Batian’s aura become extremely chaotic in an instant, it was as if a light shone before Ning Miaozi’s eyes.
Opportunities in battle are fleeting, leaving no room for hesitation.
Having reached the True Immortal level, although slightly inferior in combat power and experience compared to Luo Batian, he was still not a weakling.
With such a great opportunity before him, he shot forward, a huge blood-red blade materialized out of thin air, striking directly towards Luo Batian in the not-too-distant rear.
Mute, blind, deaf, and numb, the primary reason Luo Batian plummeted from the sky was due to a bizarre force that suddenly crossed the endless void to target him, completely blocking his senses.
Had he been prepared, encountering this sudden situation might have allowed him some defense.
But now, while flying low, pursuing Ning Miaozi relentlessly, the sudden loss of his senses naturally caught him off guard, causing him to crash to the ground.
“Damn it, this is the power of a curse, who is cursing me…”
As a powerful figure, Luo Batian plunging from several dozen meters wouldn’t kill him.
Angry and roaring, unfortunately, his cries were silent, so he could only shout in his heart.
Falling to the barren land, his knees below were already submerged in the soil.
Seemingly still and foolishly standing, Luo Batian was actually gathering all his strength, resisting that extremely strange curse power.
“Ning Miaozi, daring to ambush me, you’re seeking death…” Having mobilized almost all his strength, Luo Batian finally managed to temporarily suppress the curse power.
When he regained his vision and reopened his eyes, all he could see was an endless expanse of blood and a massive blood blade hurtling toward him.
With a fierce yell, in order to suppress the eerie power of the curse, he had exhausted almost all his strength. The little power he hastily gathered was absolutely inadequate to block the full-force strike of the blood blade wielded by Ning Miaozi.
The endless Blood Light swept across his body, and even with his pinnacle combat experience, using everything at his disposal, still half of his body was obliterated in an instant.
As a cultivator on the Demon Path who primarily cultivated the physical body, achieving True Demon status meant that, although they couldn’t regenerate from blood drops and be undying like Chen Hai,
merely having a part of the physical body obliterated would at most inflict severe injuries on Luo Batian, yet it still couldn’t directly take his life.
“Fancy ambushing me, Ning Miaozi, you’re absolutely doomed, no one in heaven or earth can save you now!” Fuming with rage, Luo Batian roared again.
With only a fraction of his body remaining, his figure twisted and transformed, and soon an ancient divine mountain’s illusion began to slowly manifest.
“Suddenly falling from the sky, I knew there was a trick to it.”
“That Luo is despicable, shameless, and vile, he simply wanted to trick me into turning around, then launch a surprise attack on me.”
“Run, run quickly, facing him head-on with my power alone, I’m definitely no match for him.”
…
Luo Batian’s several roars nearly scared the wits out of Ning Miaozi.
After all, his previous encounters with Luo Batian had left him at a significant disadvantage.
If it wasn’t for this, he wouldn’t have ended up so miserable, desperately thinking about nothing but escape.
At this moment, seeing that Luo Batian seemed to be without issue and still conscious, the jittery Ning Miaozi, after delivering that slash, didn’t even bother to look at the outcome; he turned and fled towards the distance without looking back.
Seeing this, Luo Batian slightly relaxed.
The illusion of the ancient divine mountain he’d taken the form of wasn’t even fully materialized before it dissipated like smoke.
Severely injured and significantly weakened, that eerie force of the curse was almost uncontrollable and began stirring once again.
That recently manifested ancient body was actually just a bluff; had Ning Miaozi been confident enough not to flee, and instead faced him head-on.
The one destined to fall would undoubtedly have been him, Luo Batian.
His successive roars successfully scared off Ning Miaozi, it must be said, he was somewhat fortunate.
“It’s not safe outside, I must hurry back to the sect.”
“My body is severely injured, and I can only temporarily suppress that curse power, unable to completely eradicate it.”
“If I don’t find a way to remove this curse, it might erupt at any moment, and from then on, I can only stay within the sect, unable to go anywhere.”
Slightly dazed, Luo Batian suddenly felt as though his sense of hearing and smell were gradually failing, his expression changed.
Anxious and worried that the fleeing Ning Miaozi might return, he dared not linger any longer.
His figure, swift as lightning, headed towards the direction of the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect’s newly established gate in the Qiu Mountain Territory, rushing through the air.
…
In the West Barbarian Mountain Territory at the Bloodthirsty Sect gate, a place reserved for Guest Elders,
inside the practice room of the secluded courtyard, Chen Hai, who had silently recited the Seven-Day Curse Killing Technique over the Mongolian Skin Grassman, finally slowly opened his eyes.
A golden needle was inserted into the grassman each day.
For seven consecutive days, after he had completed the spell, the Mongolian Skin Grassman in front of him stood upright, pinned in place, each of his seven orifices penetrated by a golden needle.
Chen Hai examined the grassman closely from top to bottom for quite some time.
This Seven-Day Curse Killing Technique had only recently been mastered by him, and this was the first time he had used it.
What power does this method hold? What effect would it have on Luo Batian? He wasn’t very sure himself.
“If the target of the Seven-Day Curse Killing Technique is to be directly cursed to death, this Mongolian Skin Grassman should have its seven orifices bleed and explode on the spot.”
“Looking at the current situation, since the grassman is intact, that means Luo Batian probably hasn’t been cursed to death.”
“Seven days of recitation left my mouth dry and tongue parched, is it really that difficult to curse a True Demon to death?”
Unsatisfied with the effect of the Seven-Day Curse Killing Technique, Chen Hai frowned and complained.
After resting briefly, he brewed himself a pot of clear tea, then refreshed himself with a shower.
Once his spirits were fully replenished, at his peak state, he employed the Heavenly Mechanism Technique and began calculating once again.
“Will Luo Batian come to the Bloodthirsty Sect in the West Barbarian Mountain Territory to seek revenge after five years?”
“Indeed, the Seven-Day Curse Killing Technique didn’t kill him.”
“However, the fact that he delayed his revenge from half a year to five years shows that my Sever-Day Curse Killing Technique still has some effect.”
“In that case, I’ll just keep cursing him for fun when I have nothing else to do, if one curse doesn’t kill him, ten or eight might just do the trick, right?”
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After determining the result with the Heavenly Mechanism Technique, Chen Hai muttered under his breath, slightly furrowing his brows.