Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 543 - Magic Night

Chapter 543 Magic Night

Ding Hao waved his hand and a force poured out, wrapping up all the pale golden blood on the ground and condensing it. He removed the impurities, then he opened his mouth and swallowed it all.

“The blood can’t be shed in vain.”

“F*ck, you would drink your own blood? It was spread on the ground. It’s disgusting, isn’t it?” When Evil Moon saw that the blood was gone, it jumped on its feet and mocked Ding Hao.

Ding Hao grabbed the fat cat angrily and beat it violently again.

“You’ve lost so much blood. How can you still be so energetic? By the way, you were stabbed in the heart just now, how can you still be alive?” Evil Moon shamelessly jumped to Ding Hao’s shoulder and asked curiously.

“I won’t die even if you die,” Ding Hao said and flicked it with his finger.

“F*ck, I’m going to fight you to the death. Don’t hit my head. Look, my beautiful and lovely forehead is swelling...” Evil Moon said indignantly.

Ding Hao ignored it.

He still felt a little scared as he kept on thinking about the battle with the illusion which looked exactly like him.

“The illusion had exactly the same combat strength I have. It seemed to know what I was thinking about; it was like an opponent who knew my moves very well. It was invincible. We were doomed to die together. However, Ji Yingqi reminded me that birth came after death, which gave me a small window of opportunity to get rid of the illusion.”

Ding Hao had deliberately endured the stab.

Since the test had been made with a vivid illusion, it meant that the illusion had a faint consciousness. Ding Hao deliberately endured the stab, so he could pretend to be dead and fool the illusion. Sure enough, after that the illusion disappeared, things went back to normal. He narrowly passed the trial.

Of course, Ding Hao was brave because he had excellent skills.

If Ding Hao had not had the support of the sixth level of Mind Essential, A World inside the Body, which helped Ding Hao control the internal organs of his body and move his heart slightly to avoid the blade, Ding Hao wouldn’t have dared to take such a risk. This move was really dangerous. The plan had to be precise and accurate, such as the part where he was stabbed, the adjustment of his heart, the posture as he fell and the amount of blood loss...

Everything had to be taken into consideration.

If it had been in the past, Ding Hao would have been unable to do this at all.

However, after experiencing the strange ordeals along the ancient westbound road, Ding Hao’s control of his own strength had reached the peak. Finally, he set a perfect trap and accomplished all this.

Ding Hao’s guess was right.

Not long after his replica disappeared, that strange illusion was dispelled.

Once it disappeared, they returned to the long, dark and gloomy corridor.

Ding Hao looked around and found that no one else was around.

He frowned and walked forward slowly.

The passage was very short, less than a kilometer long. After fifteen minutes, Ding Hao arrived at the end.

He looked up and saw two green stone doors.

The surface of the stone gate was very rough, and gravel about the size of a fingertip was protruding from it. It seemed that they had gone through all the ages, or they were telling a secret that no one knew of.

Although there were no inscriptions on the stone door, Ding Hao felt that they were alive. They were like a pair of eyes, looking at him quietly.

“This should be the entrance to the mysterious ruins!” Ding Hao guessed.

The eleventh section of the Ancient Road was an illusion, and it had ended.

Next was the mysterious ruins.

He turned around and saw that no one else had followed them.

“I might be the first one to come out of the illusion. The others are still in the trial!” Ding Hao thought for a while and decided to wait for the others to come out. Only when the eleven pieces of the map were gathered could he open the stone door.

He ate something and two more hours passed.

No one had come out of the illusion yet.

Ding Hao sat on the ground to regulate his Qi circulation, seizing every second to cultivate.

After going through the ecstasy and agony, Ji Yingqi was also a little sleepy at this time. She fell asleep on the animal-skin blanket beside him.

The little dolphin curled up beside Ji Yingqi and rested quietly.

However, Evil Moon, the Fat Cat, was addicted to Ding Hao’s delicious blood. It licked his mouth and walked around Ding Hao to see if it could find another wound so that he could lick his blood happily.

Time ticked by.

When Ding Hao opened his eyes again, he didn’t know how much time had passed.

However, no one else had showed up in the dark corridor.

“Did all of them die?” Ding Hao guessed and was a little anxious.

Li Lan, Song Que, and the other human elites and talents of the Northern Region were all inside. If they were to die, it would definitely be an unbearable loss for the Human Clan.

He was a little anxious, so he slowly got up and paced back and forth.

Unconsciously, he approached the green stone door again.

Ding Hao subconsciously reached out and gently stroked the rough stone door.

Unexpectedly, something strange happened. There was a strange burning in the palm of his hand. There seemed to be something in the storage ring that was about to break free from the inner space. Ding Hao was shocked. He was very surprised and was about to check it carefully...

Suddenly...

A beam of light appeared behind him. A figure stumbled out of the illusion and returned to the black corridor.

Ding Hao turned around to have a look.

The scorching sensation on his palm disappeared.

It was late at night.

Dark clouds filled the sky, covering the starlight and the red moon.

On the dark and windy night, the sky and the earth were overwhelmed by the darkness.

Han Yangjian and four sword practitioners from the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect, as well as Fang Xiaoan and others, quietly approached the outside of the mountain-protecting formation of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect under the cover of the night.

There was still a while before midnight.

They were waiting quietly for Tang Folei to fulfill his promise.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them, and then Tang Folei’s voice sounded. After a brief conversation, the disciples of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who were guarding the formation were dismissed by Tang Folei. In this area with a radius of hundreds of meters, except for Tang Folei, there was no one else guarding the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

The chief of the Sentencing Hall of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect slowly walked out of the mountain-protecting formation.

“Come out.” His voice was as cold as ice.

After a moment of hesitation, Han Yangjian slowly walked out.

He was on alert, exerting his Qi to the extreme. He looked at Tang Folei nervously and asked, “Have you done it?”

Tang Folei didn’t say anything, only taking out something as a response.

The smell of blood came to their noses.

It was a head.

Han Yangjian was stunned for a moment, then he immediately understood what was going on.

He carefully checked and then waved his hand, signaling Fang Xiaoan and the others to come over.

“Is... is it really Qi Qingshan?” Fang Xiaoan looked at it carefully. He was stunned. “It’s incredible that Tang Folei killed Qi Qingshan, the strongest person in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect,” he thought.

“Why?”

“Did Tang Folei really betray the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect?”

Fang Xiaoan couldn’t believe it, but it was a fact.

Before this, he had been trying to figure out Tang Folei’s thoughts over and over again. He wondered why the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect made Tang Folei act like this and what was their conspiracy. Anyway, he didn’t believe that Tang Folei would really kill Qi Qingshan and Li Jianyi, but then...

“The head is here, there’s no doubt.”

Fang Xiaoan checked the head over and over again and found that it was real.

“It is indeed Qi Qingshan’s head...” Lu Xiongfei looked at it carefully and said, “I have fought with this old man for a lifetime. I can still recognize him, even if he were turned into ashes...” Speaking of which, this former top master of Snow Province could not help but sigh.

When Qi Qingshan was alive, Lu Xiongfei couldn’t wait to kill him.

But then, Lu Xiongfei had a mixed feeling after seeing the old rival’s head with an angry expression on his face.

It was inevitable that the jar would be broken at the mouth of the well, and the general would eventually die in the battlefield.

How many martial arts masters could die by natural causes?

No matter how outstanding you were, you couldn’t evade kindness or resentment. The world was changing constantly, and most people died in battle. They fell in glory, leaving their descendants to mourn and retell the legend.

Qi Qingshan, the legend of Snow Province, had finally fallen.

“He didn’t have a peaceful end.”

“And he died in misery.”

Lu Xiongfei couldn’t help but feel sad.

“I’m old. My era of impressing Snow Province had come to an end.”

The Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had been the first in the Grading Meeting of the Sects. At the moment it seemed that its last glimmer of glory had been extinguished. From then on, there would no longer be such a sect in the world. He thought it was a pity that the Tranquility Academy may no longer be able to dominate Snow Province like before. The forces of the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect had infiltrated Snow Province, and the Tranquility Academy was no match for it.

Seeing the expressions of Fang Xiaoan and Lu Xiongfei, Han Yangjian was assured.

Han Yangjian laughed and said, “Good, very good, Tang Folei, you did a good job. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my promise. At dawn, you will become the head of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Oh, by the way, where is Li Jianyi? Is he dead?”

Hearing Han Yangjian’s words, a hint of excitement appeared on Tang Folei’s face, as if he were very satisfied.

He hurriedly thanked him and said, “Mr. Han, Li Jianyi’s strength is only equal to mine. You don’t have to worry about it. You can surely kill him, and that will be a great credit for you. Report it to the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect and you will be greatly rewarded.”

Han Yangjian was slightly stunned, then he nodded with satisfaction and said, “Well, it’s rare for you to think of me. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you well.”

Tang Folei was overjoyed and immediately said, “Thank you very much, Mr. Han. I will definitely do my best to help you dominate the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and control it.”

“Okay.” Han Yangjian nodded, He patted Tang Folei on the shoulder and said, “Let’s get started. You will be the head of this sect before dawn comes.”