Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v4c10

The God of Malice is Watching the Land: Chapter 10 The Battle of “Destruction” Levels

Within the sealed Sanctuary, the white temple.

Although the four top “Destruction” level ability users ultimately accepted the mission to retrieve Miss Luo Yan from the peak of the Holy Mountain, neither the Saints nor they themselves had much confidence in completing this task.

Besides the unknown peak of the Holy Mountain, there was also the pervasive aura of “malice” raging throughout the Sanctuary.

More importantly, two Primordial Demons were confronting each other outside.

When the four human pillars entered the sealed Sanctuary, they relied on the nine Saints’ control over the purification domain within the white temple to barely avoid the surging tide of malice and safely arrive.

As for the two Primordial Demons, they were dormant at that time.

However, the wandering ghastly shadows and the ubiquitous black Manjusaka flowers still inevitably caused a sense of trepidation.

But just as the old Sword Saint and the others were leaving the white temple, they suddenly discovered… the sealed Sanctuary seemed to have suddenly awakened.

Black Manjusaka flowers grew wantonly, slowly blooming into breathtakingly beautiful flowers.

But in the next instant, ghastly shadows appeared again, tearing apart these beautiful flower buds, leaving behind a hint of tyrannical aura.

“The battle between the Demoness of Terror and the Witch of Absolute Death…”

The four couldn’t help but gasp. Although the scene didn’t look vast, the danger within could only be sensed by “Destruction” level ability users who had slightly touched the domain of the Gods.

Even putting aside the influence of “malice,” even the ceiling of human combat power would find it difficult to avoid these stunning flowers and ghastly shadows.

The power of the World Will was not to be underestimated. Even though the current Gods could only exert ten or twenty percent of their peak strength, they were still existences far beyond human reach.

Fundamentally, they surpassed humanity by far…

With humanity’s own strength, even resisting the Gods was extremely difficult.

“Head to the Holy Mountain immediately!”

The old Sword Saint reacted first and immediately shouted.

Unfortunately, the battle between the Primordial Demons seemed to have started a new round. The Sanctuary was filled with the deathly silence of the Witch of Absolute Death and the tyranny of the Demoness of Terror. The surging will of the Gods left no room for existences below “Destruction” level to even stand.

Even reaching “Destruction” level was just barely meeting the threshold to withstand it.

The several “Destruction” level ability users knew very well how bad the current situation was. As soon as the old Sword Saint’s voice fell, they turned around without hesitation and flew towards the Holy Mountain.

Their speed was so fast that even the old Sword Saint, who reacted first, was stunned for a moment before quickly following.

The distance between the white temple and the Holy Mountain wasn’t far. When the Saint built the white temple back then, she deliberately chose a location from which she could easily ascend the Holy Mountain.

However, due to the terrain, it was ultimately chosen at a location about one kilometer from the foot of the Holy Mountain.

One kilometer… for most “Destruction” level ability users, it only took a few breaths at full speed.

Let alone those “Destruction” level ability users specializing in speed, who could cover several kilometers in the blink of an eye.

But this one kilometer, usually disregarded by “Destruction” level beings, now seemed so long.

The surrounding aura of the Primordial Demons was still surging, and everyone didn’t dare to fully operate their spiritual energy circuits, let alone use their abilities.

After all, the source of all ability users’ powers was the same as God’s Chosen, originating from the Gods, just that God’s Chosen stood closer to the Gods.

Using abilities at this distance was undoubtedly like waving one’s arms and telling the two Primordial Demons that someone intended to sneak onto the Holy Mountain from here.

At that time, a great battle would probably be unavoidable.

The War of the Witch of Absolute Death, involving only one God, had already depleted several generations of humanity’s accumulated strength. Now, with two Primordial Demons in the sealed Sanctuary, four people weren’t even enough for a snack.

The several “Destruction” level beings sprinted up the steep mountain path using their physical bodies. Even the physically weakest, Su Qinyin, could burst out at a speed of several hundred meters per second.

Even without using abilities, one kilometer should only take a few seconds.

However… in the presence of the Gods, a few seconds was too long.

When everyone arrived at the snow-covered Holy Mountain, they saw a figure with long, grayish-white hair standing ahead.

“Stop!”

Dawn’s Wu Jianming immediately roared. He was the first to sense the fatal danger.

Especially when Wu Jianming looked at this grayish-white figure, the mental warning almost stung his eyes.

On the other side, the old Sword Saint felt his right hand, holding the sword, begin to tremble slightly, seemingly resonating with some existence.

Sealed within his right hand was the “God’s Chosen Power,” a power inherited from his grandfather, passed down to his father, and then to him.

It was precisely because of this “God’s Chosen Power” that his grandfather was able to force back the Witch of Absolute Death with a single strike back then. Otherwise, even dying from exhaustion, it would have been difficult to achieve such a feat.

And now…

His right hand sensed a familiar aura, and a surging battle intent stirred within the old Sword Saint.

“…It’s the Witch of Absolute Death!”

Lin Qingfeng’s pupils contracted violently. Although everything about the Witch of Absolute Death had been completely erased, as someone who participated in the War of the Witch of Absolute Death back then…

Upon seeing this figure, the fear buried deep within his subconscious was awakened.

“Stop here.”

The Witch of Absolute Death said softly and slowly turned around.

The hem of her black dress danced, and her deep, dark eyes fell upon everyone’s vision. Black Manjusaka flowers bloomed wantonly around her.

Besides that, her appearance was identical to their target—Miss Luo Yan.

The old Sword Saint calmed down. Although he had sensed this before, seeing this familiar yet unfamiliar face still made his heart tremble slightly.

A heavy silence and despair almost overwhelmed everyone present. Although the Witch of Absolute Death didn’t speak further, her dark gaze seemed to be fixed on the distant past, yet they all had a feeling.

Stepping onto the white Holy Mountain meant welcoming death.

But at this moment, the Witch of Absolute Death suddenly frowned. Countless scattered Manjusaka petals gathered together, forming a vortex in front of her.

At the same time, several ghastly shadows appeared, violently tearing apart the Manjusaka shield.

And among these ghastly shadows, a pink figure flashed past.

“How long are you going to pester me, Terror?” the Witch of Absolute Death said in a deep voice.

But the Demoness of Terror didn’t give her a chance to communicate. Soon, more ghastly shadows appeared, attacking the lone, grayish-white girl with overwhelming force.

…They didn’t deliberately avoid the four “Destruction” level ability users, but they also didn’t target them.

The Demoness of Terror’s target was only the Witch of Absolute Death!

The battle between the two Primordial Demons hadn’t ended.

This was an opportunity!

Lin Qingfeng bit his tongue, the sharp pain slightly dispelling his fear. He grabbed the dazed Su Qinyin beside him, then turned to the other two and shouted,

“Move immediately!”

Hearing this, Dawn’s Wu Jianming didn’t hesitate, stepped into the air, and directly entered the range of the Holy Mountain.

He didn’t want to overthink it. If stepping into the Holy Mountain area meant death, then everyone present couldn’t escape, the order didn’t matter.

The Lin Qingfeng couple followed closely behind, flying away.

But the old Sword Saint remained standing, not moving a single step.

“Qin family boy, what are you waiting for!”

Lin Qingfeng roared angrily. With his seniority and strength, he indeed had the qualification to call the old Sword Saint “Qin family boy.”

Even though the Demoness of Terror was entangled, many black Manjusaka flowers were still blooming along the path, scattered petals drifting towards them.

These seemingly gentle petals concealed deadly killing intent. Once touched, they would probably lose a lot of flesh and life force, even “Destruction” level ability users couldn’t avoid it.

Now that the Witch of Absolute Death had noticed their movements, if they delayed any longer, what came might not just be petals, but Her herself.

“…You guys go.”

The old Sword Saint extended his right hand and drew his sword—although named the Sword Saint Sect, he rarely drew his sword anymore.

Because besides the Gods, there were only a handful of people in this world worthy of him drawing the Sword Saint’s Sword.

Compared to other “Destruction” level ability users, he was young.

But he was strong.

The other three were still struggling to resist the Manjusaka attacks. The killing moves formed by just a few strands of the Witch of Absolute Death’s attention were enough to make these peak human “Destruction” level ability users look pathetic.

“Qin Hong, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Wu Jianming showed displeasure. He never had a good impression of this descendant of Mister Five, who was always frivolous.

It was only because the First Cadre, the leader of Dawn, always treated Qin Hong with respect that Wu Jianming tolerated him slightly.

But now, everyone was acting, could it be that he… wanted to run away?

No, of course not.

How could Qin Hong run away?

“The bloodline in my right hand is boiling… trembling, the will from my father and grandfather is calling to me.” Flames seemed to burn in Qin Hong’s eyes,

“This is an unfinished battle, yes, the battle my grandfather couldn’t finish, was left to my father; and the regret my father had before his death, should be completed by me.”

What Qin Hong didn’t say was, if even he couldn’t finish this battle…

It could only be left to his adopted daughter, Qin Wen.

Before coming, he already had a premonition, which was why he left a note asking Qin Wen to come to Noah.

He believed that by then, Qin Wen would have fulfilled his instructions well and grasped the state of “Re-entering the World.”

This should be revenge. Qin Hong’s father died at the hands of the Witch of Absolute Death, but deep down, there wasn’t a trace of anger driven by hatred, it was more like a responsibility.

The responsibility of the Sword Saint Sect’s inheritance.

“Witch of Absolute Death!”

Qin Hong roared, inextinguishable flames burning fiercely deep within his eyes.

This flame began to burn his body, bluish-white flames like soul-eroding bone fire consuming everything, even spreading to his sword.

—Ability “Unending Flame.”

It had no temperature, because what burned was the spiritual energy circuit, releasing the power of spiritual energy.

This flame wasn’t aimed at the enemy, but at himself.

The Witch of Absolute Death, entangled with the Demoness of Terror, looked up at Qin Hong, a hint of unconcealable surprise flashing in her cold eyes.

It seemed that sometime… she had seen a similar scene.

“Your opponent is me! Qin Hong of the Sword Saint Sect, comes to pay respects!”

Like a thunderclap on flat ground, the burning bluish-white flame charged towards the Witch of Absolute Death.

“Immortal Slaying Sword Formation—Annihilation! Slaughter!”

The same Forbidden Technique as Qin Wen’s, but released much faster and with far greater power.

Qin Wen, using the convenience of her ability, transferred the backlash of the Forbidden Technique to her weapon, thus being able to use it multiple times in a battle without worrying about endangering her life.

And her adoptive father, the current Sword Saint Sect Master Qin Hong, took a different path.

Using “Unending Flame” to operate his spiritual energy circuits to the maximum, allowing his body to withstand the backlash of the Forbidden Technique for a short time, thus recklessly unleashing this killing move that should have been used as a final trump card.

Compared to Qin Wen, this way of releasing the Forbidden Technique would leave more severe aftereffects, but the increase in combat power in a short time was more significant.

“Madman… the Sword Saint Sect are all madmen…”

A chill arose in Wu Jianming’s heart. Even he couldn’t understand the thoughts of the Sword Saint Sect people.

Lin Qingfeng also couldn’t understand why he would fight the Witch of Absolute Death at this time, but he chose to remain silent.

Because Qin Hong attracted the Witch of Absolute Death’s attention, the pressure on them lessened considerably, and the surrounding black Manjusaka flowers gradually thinned out.

As seasoned veterans of the battlefield, the several “Destruction” level ability users naturally wouldn’t miss this rare opportunity.

This wasn’t the time to hold back. Only by taking this chance to break through the Witch of Absolute Death’s blockade could they successfully enter the Holy Mountain.

Since the Witch of Absolute Death intended to stop them from entering the Holy Mountain, it meant that there must be some existence on the peak that She didn’t want others to contact… clearly, it was Miss Luo Yan!

At this moment when the pressure suddenly weakened, the Lin Qingfeng couple and Wu Jianming immediately unleashed their abilities with full force, breaking through the blockade of black Manjusaka flowers and heading straight for the peak of the Holy Mountain.

“Go!”

Lin Qingfeng took one last look at the burning Qin Hong, then turned and headed towards the peak without looking back, the other two doing the same.

At this point, completing the final instructions of the nine Saints was the priority.

The Witch of Absolute Death watched the several “Destruction” level ability users leave, their figures disappearing into the white Holy Mountain, but she didn’t continue to stop them.

Because a few steps further, and she would step onto the Holy Mountain.

“Your opponent… is me!”

Another roar sounded, and countless sword lights followed, but each sword light was accurately blocked by a Manjusaka petal.

Amidst the numerous ghastly shadows, a bluish-white flame danced.

Unfamiliar ability, familiar aura…

It seemed… she had encountered it before…

“Annihilation—”

“Slaughter—”

The sword light from hundreds of years ago, crossing the river of time, struck again.