bookbashuk Chapter 51 Kunlun Blood Shadow Arrives, Immortal Venerable Protects Sister's Return
Chapter 51 Kunlun Blood Shadow Arrives, Immortal Venerable Protects Sister's Return
The night wind carried the chill of the mountain stream, like countless icy needles piercing the mountainside of Yunding Mountain Villa.
Zhao Tiancheng sat reclining on the hood of the bulletproof Maybach, his expensive suit sleeves crumpled and torn, cigarette butts scattered around his feet, ash blown about by the night wind. He was oblivious to the cigarette burning between his fingers, the burning tip unnoticed, the anxiety in his eyes like a fire fueled by oil, making him restless.
Today, he brought all three hundred of his most capable men—all dressed in black suits and equipped with minivans. He even set up three roadblocks on the winding mountain road halfway up the mountain, completely surrounding the Yunding Mountain Villa so that not even a fly could get in.
Half an hour ago, Lin Zhen's call came through like a death knell. The panic in his voice could be felt even through the screen: "Tiancheng, Mr. Lu is going on a long trip. You're in charge of Cloud Peak Manor. Keep a close watch on it! Even if it costs all of your lives, don't let Miss Lu inside get hurt in the slightest. Otherwise, we'll all be dead!"
"Boss," a burly, short-haired henchman approached, handing over a lighter, his tone a mix of disdain and curiosity, "is that 'fierce star' really as terrifying as the rumors say? He's just an eighteen-year-old kid, isn't he? Why is Director Lin so terrified, making us, over three hundred men, guard a hilltop?"
"Shut your bird beak!" Zhao Tiancheng slapped his underling hard on the back of the head, the force almost knocking him over. His voice was low but filled with malice and fear. "What do you know! That's not some evil spirit, that's a living ancestor! Director Lin was almost crying on the phone just now, saying that not even a female mosquito can be let into the resort tonight. If anything goes wrong, we'll all be burned alive, not even our ashes will be left!"
The younger brother shrank back after being scolded, and dared not say another word. He almost dropped the lighter in his hand.
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange, eerie wind suddenly swept up from the foot of the mountain, instantly enveloping the entire mountainside.
The wind carried a heavy, nauseating stench, like the smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp that had been piled up for half a month, mixed with the stench of decaying flesh, making one feel nauseous. The streetlights flickered wildly twice, then went out completely with a "whoosh," leaving not a trace of warmth behind.
The forest, which was originally filled with the chirping of cicadas and the clamor of insects, suddenly fell into a deathly silence—even the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves disappeared, as if the whole world had been muted, leaving only the pungent, fishy stench that permeated the night wind.
Zhao Tiancheng froze, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, a chill running from his feet to the top of his head. He'd spent half his life in the underworld, living a life of constant danger, possessing a beast-like instinct for peril. And now, that instinct was screaming: Run! If you don't run now, it'll be too late!
"Grab your weapons!" Zhao Tiancheng leaped off the hood, his coated kukri flashing from its sheath. "Everyone on alert! Something's coming up!"
More than three hundred burly men in black suits instantly went into battle mode, simultaneously drawing submachine guns and machetes. The click of bolt-action rifles and the swishing of knives echoed through the deathly still mountain night, sounding particularly jarring. Every face was tense, and their palms were sweaty—they could sense something terrifying approaching.
Just then, four figures dressed in dark red robes appeared without warning in the middle of the winding mountain road, like ghosts emerging from the shadows. Their toes were half an inch off the ground, hovering in mid-air, their robes fluttering and rustling without wind, emanating a chilling aura of death, making even the road beneath their feet seem frozen.
The leader, a man in red robes, wore a pale bronze mask engraved with eerie runes. A pair of cold, emotionless eyes peeked out from the mask's gaps. In his hand, he held a palm-sized, dark red compass. The compass needle spun wildly for a few moments before fixing its point firmly on the villa atop the mountain, remaining motionless.
"Lord Xueyi," a man in red robes bowed slightly, his voice low and filled with awe, "the target is up there, the brother and sister, both in the villa."
Xue didn't even lift his eyelids. His gaze swept over the more than three hundred burly men in front of him, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, as if they were just ants on the roadside. His tone was full of impatience and contempt: "Eye-sore trash."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and gently drew a circle in the air with his index finger.
A crimson crescent-shaped blade of energy materialized out of thin air, accompanied by a piercing shriek, and slashed directly into the crowd like a bolt of lightning.
There were no screams, no resistance, not even the slightest struggle.
The five or six burly men at the front, along with their micro-drills, were cleaved in two by the air blade. The cuts were as smooth as mirrors, and not a single drop of blood flowed out—because the moment they were cut, all the blood in their bodies was instantly evaporated by the scarlet air blade, leaving only two shriveled corpses that collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Zhao Tiancheng was terrified. He scrambled under the Maybach, covering his mouth tightly to keep from screaming. He watched as half a desiccated corpse slammed against the car door. The body was lifeless, its skin wrinkled like withered tree bark. His stomach churned, and he almost vomited up his dinner from the night before.
He bit his tongue hard with all his might, using the excruciating pain to stay conscious, and shakily pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket, his voice hoarse and barely audible: "Enemy attack! Director Lin! They're too tough! The brothers can't hold on! Send reinforcements immediately!"
There was only a crackling sound from the walkie-talkie; there was absolutely no response—the signal had been completely cut off.
"boom!"
With a deafening crash, a modified armored vehicle smashed through a roadblock halfway up the mountain, its tires screeching as it screeched to a halt thirty meters in front of the man in the red robe. The door was kicked open, and Lin Zhen scrambled out, his suit stained with dust and blood, clearly having run all the way there.
Behind him followed more than twenty fully armed elites from the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals. Each of them carried a specially made spiritual energy capture net and had talismans that could restrain cultivators at their waists. Their expressions were solemn, but they could not hide the fear in their eyes.
"Jiangnan City Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals is on duty! The person in front, identify yourself immediately! Otherwise, we will take coercive measures!" Lin Zhen drew his specially made sidearm from his waist, pointing the muzzle at Xue Yi. His voice trembled with fear, and his hand holding the gun shook as if he were having a Parkinson's attack, with the muzzle of the gun constantly swaying.
His peak-stage Transcendent Realm instincts were screaming a warning to him—these four red-robed men were no ordinary people; any one of them could crush him like an ant. He knew in his heart that these people must be from Kunlun Mountain!
The people from Kunlun Mountain arrived too quickly, and their attack was deadly, clearly targeting Lu Qingxue. Lin Zhen felt a chill in his heart. He knew he was no match for them, but he couldn't back down—if he retreated now, and Lu Yuan returned to find his sister in trouble, not only would Lin Zhen be wiped out, but the entire Jiangnan City Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals would be completely destroyed, leaving not even ashes.
Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well take a gamble and do everything we can to hold them off until Lu Yuan returns.
"So you are an immortal from Kunlun," Lin Zhen said, forcing himself to take a step forward. His tone was extremely low and humble, as he tried to buy time. "Since an immortal has graced Jiangnan with his presence, we, the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals, will certainly do our utmost to serve you whatever you need. However, there is a distinguished guest residing in this manor, whose identity is special. We beg you, immortal, to consider the nation's sake and show leniency by not disturbing your guest."
"The nation?" Xue Yi interrupted him impatiently, his contempt and mockery like a knife. "In my Kunlun eyes, you worldly mortals are less than pigs and dogs. Do you even deserve to talk to me about face?"
He didn't even bother to lift a finger; he simply raised his shoulder slightly, and his aura instantly exploded—the peak Foundation Establishment stage aura, like a materialized Mount Tai, slammed heavily onto Lin Zhen and the twenty-odd agents from the Alien Immortal Bureau.
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out, and Lin Zhen's knees buckled, causing him to kneel heavily on the asphalt road. His kneecaps shattered, and the excruciating pain made his vision go black. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.
The more than twenty agents from the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals behind him were in an even worse state—they were directly pressed to the ground by that oppressive force, blood spurting from their mouths and noses, their bones cracking all over their bodies, unable to move even a finger, lying on the ground, emitting weak groans, their eyes filled with despair.
"A bunch of trash, worthy of blocking the way." Xue Yi withdrew his oppressive aura, his tone full of disdain. With a flash, the four red-robed men disappeared from their original spot, their speed so fast that only a blur remained.
When they reappeared, they were already standing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hilltop villa.
Inside the villa, warm yellow light bathed the room, and a comedy variety show played on the television, accompanied by bursts of laughter. Lu Qingxue sat cross-legged on the soft sofa. On the coffee table in front of her was a bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs, reduced to bones, piled up like a small mountain. She was sipping iced cola through a straw, a little sauce still dangling from the corner of her mouth, her face full of contentment, completely unaware that death was quietly approaching.
Suddenly, the shatterproof glass of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered with a teeth-grinding cracking sound, "Crack—Bang!"
The entire glass wall shattered inwards instantly, sending sharp shards of glass flying like a rainstorm, crashing onto the floor with a piercing sound.
Lu Qingxue shuddered in fright, screamed, instinctively covered her head, and huddled in the corner of the sofa with her eyes closed, trembling so badly she couldn't even make a sound—she had never experienced anything like this before. The ear-piercing sound of shattering glass and the eerie figure outside the window filled her with terror from the bottom of her heart.
Four strange men dressed in red robes walked in step by step, stepping on the broken glass scattered on the ground. The glass shards made a "crunching" sound under their feet, and every step felt like stepping on Lu Qingxue's heart.
Xue Yi stared at the girl huddled on the sofa, a greedy glint in his eyes behind the mask. His voice was hoarse and cold: "Her bloodline concentration is much higher than that old woman's. Drain her blood, and the jade pendant's restriction can definitely be broken!"
Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward, his withered, skeletal hand, radiating a chilling aura, reaching straight for Lu Qingxue's neck—his fingernails were sharp and long, gleaming with a dark red, poisonous light; if touched, even oily skin would instantly fester.
"Brother! Help!" Lu Qingxue trembled with fear, closed her eyes, and let out a desperate scream. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly. She could feel the breath of death getting closer and closer to her.
Just as that withered hand was less than three inches from Lu Qingxue's neck—
The inconspicuous jade pendant hanging around Lu Qingxue's neck suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, which instantly enveloped the entire living room, dispelling all the coldness and death.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar, only an extremely clear sword cry, emanating from the depths of the jade pendant, ethereal yet sharp, as if it could pierce through heaven and earth.
Xue Yi's movements abruptly stopped in mid-air, his whole body stiffened, and even his breathing stopped.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at his outstretched right hand—the arm covered in poisonous thorns, capable of tearing apart armored vehicles with his bare hands. It slid smoothly to the ground from the wrist, the cut as clean as if it had been made with the sharpest sword.
Not a single drop of blood flowed from the incision, because all life and all blood were completely shattered and evaporated in that instant by an extremely terrifying sword intent, leaving not even a trace.
"ah--!"