Chapter 13872: Even a nameless person like me can’t stop a single blow
Chapter 13872: Even a nameless person like me can’t stop a single blow
"He's just a nobody, he can't hurt me!"
As the young man's voice fell, the phantom of thunder and lightning behind him seemed to have received an order, and suddenly pounced into the sky, exploded in the air, and turned into a waterfall of thunder.
The thunder waterfall was like a torrent of lightning, dyeing the entire sky an eerie purple. The mountains in the distance became blurred against the backdrop of the thunder waterfall, appearing particularly eerie and terrifying, as if they were on the edge of hell.
Not far away, Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, like a meteor across the night sky.
He pondered for a moment, and the aura around him began to surge slowly. An invisible pressure pressed towards the young man like a tide, as if to drown him.
His tone was cold and serious, as if it came from the Netherworld: "Let me be frank with you. If I use this move on you, you might lose your life!"
Upon hearing this, the young man burst into laughter, his laughter full of arrogance and unruliness, as if he didn't take Ling Xiao's warning seriously at all: "Really? Let me see it for myself!"
But at this moment, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, so fast that people had no time to react.
Only a faint smell of blood remained in the air, drifting into the young man's nostrils, as if it was a foreshadowing of death.
When the young man finally caught sight of the silver-gray figure, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, as if all the blood had been drained from him.
Ling Xiao had appeared in front of him without him knowing, at such a fast speed, like a ghost.
The bloodthirsty knife in his hand glowed with an eerie red light, as if it had been soaked in blood countless times. Mysterious dark golden lines flowed on the blade, like an ancient spell, emitting a heart-pounding aura.
The blood-red gem inlaid on the hilt seemed like a living thing at this moment, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy around it, and the light in the gem became more and more dazzling.
Before the blade touched the young man's body, he felt a tearing pain in his skin, as if countless fine needles were piercing his bone marrow at the same time.
He tried to retreat in horror, but found that the space around him had been confined by a powerful and invisible force, like an insect trapped in amber, unable to move.
At the critical moment, the young man let out a long cry to the sky, his voice filled with unwillingness and despair.
His bones made popping sounds as his body rapidly expanded and deformed, and in the blink of an eye he transformed into a gigantic bull.
The giant bull had a body as big as a mountain, and its horns were extremely thick and wrapped with flashing lightning. It seemed like the sharpest weapon in the world, exuding a terrifying aura.
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Ling Xiao's eyes were determined, and he swung his sword fiercely. The bloodthirsty sword tore through the air, making a terrifying scream, as if it was going to split the world in two.
Wherever the blade passed, the space was like a fragile piece of paper, breaking into pieces, and black cracks spread out.
The two horns on the giant bull's head were directly broken by this sharp knife, and dark golden demon blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing gorgeous yet miserable arcs in the air.
The bloodthirsty knife was extremely sharp and slashed into the young man's head without any hindrance.
The young man let out a shrill scream, his voice filled with pain and regret. His huge body fell heavily to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.
The blood flowed out, quickly dyeing a large area of land red, which looked particularly glaring on this desolate battlefield.
At this time, he was already dying, his body was still twitching, and the breath of life was gradually dissipating.
Ling Xiao played with the blood-dripped blood-thirsty knife in his hand with an expressionless face. The blood on the blade slowly slid down the blade and dripped onto the ground.
He looked indifferently at the dying demon youth, his eyes full of disdain.
What a fool!
His bloodthirsty sword is comparable to a Cangyue-level divine weapon.
Although it is only a star-level top-grade magic weapon, this thing is transformed from a martial soul and contains the power of Ling Xiao's martial soul. Its power is naturally more terrifying than a magic weapon of the same level.
How could anyone be so stupid as to actually use their body to block his attack? Maybe they have a hole in their brain.
He won not because of his strength, but simply because he was too stupid and arrogant.
Ling Xiao lowered his eyes with a stern expression. He held a worn but clean cloth in his hand and carefully wiped the blood off the bloodthirsty knife.
His fingertips gently stroked the dark golden lines on the blade. The lines looked like ancient totems, hiding mysterious power.
As the wiping action took place, the blood-stained blade of the Bloodthirsty Knife began to glow coldly again, as if telling of the thrilling battle that had just taken place.
After wiping it, Ling Xiao raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as an eagle, and looked at Niu Yong, who was lying on the ground in a miserable state.
The corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc, which contained three parts of pity and seven parts of contempt, as if Niu Yong in front of him was just an insignificant ant: "Haha, is this the genius of the Demon Sea? You can't even block a sword from a nobody like me. I don't know what you are so proud of?"
As he finished speaking, he turned his wrist slightly and shook the magic weapon in his hand deliberately. The bloodthirsty knife seemed to have a spirit, and it made a low chirping sound. The sound seemed to be a mockery from the Nine Nether Hell, echoing in this dead silent battlefield, mocking the defeated for overestimating their own abilities.
In the field, the young man's huge bull body was shaking violently, like a candle in the wind.
Dark golden blood was still oozing from his broken horns. That blood carried the unique scent of the demon sea as it dripped onto the land that had been scorched black by the aftermath of the battle. Puffs of green smoke instantly rose up, as if announcing the shame of this tragic defeat to the world.
He clenched his teeth and used all his strength to barely raise his front hooves, trying to struggle to get up and try to save a little face.
However, due to excessive blood loss, his body was as weak as a piece of rag in the wind. Just as he stood up halfway, he fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, showing extreme shame and unwillingness.
A roar of shame, anger, and unwillingness burst out from the depths of his throat. The sound was like a bell, shaking the surrounding gravel and causing it to roll down: "Impossible... Impossible!"
He lost!
It's not because of lack of strength! In this world where the strong prey on the weak, strength should be the key to determining victory or defeat.
But at this moment, Niu Yong knew very well in his heart that he lost so completely because of his own stupidity.
This realization was like a red-hot iron, burning Niu Yong's heart with a scorching pain.
Normally in the sea of demons, there were people who would jokingly call him "stupid bull". At that time, he had a bad temper, and every time he heard such a name, he would get furious. Relying on his own powerful strength, he would use his horns to overturn the cave of those who laughed at him, and defend his dignity with force.
But at this moment, he was lying on this devastated battlefield, without even the strength to refute. He could only let the embarrassment drown him like a surging tide. The shame in his heart made him wish the ground would crack open and swallow him up, so that he could escape from this humiliating place.
