chsdbacks Chapter 133 Strange
Chapter 133 Strange
Wang Feng stood in the middle of the bluestone road where the bloodstains were gradually fading.
He wore a simple white tracksuit, which stood out starkly against the blood-red, ravaged battlefield, like a snowflake fallen into a pool of blood—pure, yet unsettling. The white clothes, purer than snow, only served to accentuate the eeriness of his eyes—eyes that had turned a deep, dark red, like congealed blood—making them appear even more sinister and inhuman.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm up, fingers slightly spread.
Dark red ink seeped from beneath his skin at his fingertips, flowing, gathering, twisting, and deforming like a living thing. It wasn't the flow of liquid, but rather a kind of "growth"—from nothing to something, from the illusory to the real, from thought to matter. The ink condensed, compressed, and shaped three feet above his palm, finally solidifying into a three-foot-long blood-red sword.
The sword's blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent, allowing a distorted view to be seen through it. The edge isn't the silvery white of metal, but a flowing, dark red, almost living luster. Upon closer inspection, countless tiny, twisted shadows move, struggle, and wail within the blade—the remnant souls of the royal family members devoured by blood sacrifice, forcibly imprisoned within the sword, becoming its "soul" and "power."
Wang Feng gripped the sword hilt tightly.
It was cool to the touch, not the coldness of metal, but more like the body temperature of some living thing. He could feel the resentment, pain, and despair of the remnant souls within the sword, as well as... their fear and submission to him.
well.
He liked this feeling.
Control life and death, control power, control... everything.
"Nie Lingfeng," he began, his voice still gentle and clear, like a mountain stream, yet chilling to the bone, as if uttering the most cruel words in the gentlest tone, "Thank you."
He paused, a wide, almost manic grin spreading across his face, but the rest of his expression—his eyebrows, eyes, and cheek muscles—remained gentle and harmless. This disconnect in his expression was more chilling than mere grotesqueness.
"If it weren't for you, Grandpa wouldn't have been so decisive in breaking the final seal of the Divine Array, nor would he have been so resolute in using the entire Wang Family Village as a sacrifice, and I wouldn't have... received such perfect 'nourishment'."
He looked down at his hand holding the sword. His skin was fair, his fingers long and slender, but beneath his skin, dark red runes flowed faintly, like some kind of parasitic vine, rooted deep in his flesh and soul.
He felt the immense power within his body, so powerful it was almost about to explode.
That power wasn't obtained through cultivation; it was plundered, devoured, or... obtained through blood sacrifice.
The essence and cultivation that Wang Ai gained by burning his life, the power that was forcibly drained from more than thirty Wang family members, the true essence that seven or eight clan elders had cultivated for decades, the potential that more than a dozen assassins had stimulated with drugs and secret techniques, and even the faint blood and qi of the women and children hiding in the houses... all of these, all the "nourishment," were gathered into his body through the blood sacrifice ritual of the Divine Coating Array.
Chaos, rage, filled with the resentment, pain, bitterness, and despair of countless people. Like a pot of boiling soup mixed with countless poisons and filth, it churned and surged in his meridians and dantian, each surge bringing tearing pain, each breath like inhaling scalding lava.
But... it's powerful.
So powerful it's intoxicating, so powerful it makes you forget the pain, so powerful it makes you... want more.
"Now," he raised his head, looking at Nie Lingfeng ten feet away, the dark red light in his eyes flickering slightly, like two burning blood-red stars, "it's my turn... to hunt."
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.
It's not "fast", it's... eerie.
He was still standing there, his white robes fluttering slightly in the night breeze, a gentle yet manic smile still playing on his lips. But in the next instant, his figure, like a watercolor painting soaked in water, began to "blur"—not an afterimage, not a clone, but more like a "dissolving" and "diffusion."
The white human figure resembled ink drops falling into clear water, rapidly spreading, deforming, and splitting into dozens or even hundreds of blood-red, semi-transparent shadows.
The shadows had no fixed shape; they were like flowing blood, flickering flames, and twisted ghosts. They "flowed" outwards from where Wang Feng stood, each shadow rapidly condensing and shaping in the flow, finally transforming into a figure exactly like Wang Feng—white-clad, bloodshot-eyed, wielding a sword.
Dozens, even hundreds of "Wang Fengs," densely packed together like an army, surrounded Nie Lingfeng.
Divine Coating Array - Blood Shadows in a Thousand Layers!
It is not an illusion, nor a clone, but a real "figure in a painting" drawn on the "paper" of reality by the Divine Painting Array, using blood as ink, resentment as soul, and Wang Feng's "god" as brush.
Each blood shadow is a real vessel for attack.
Each of the blood-red figures wielded a blood-red longsword.
Each blood shadow carried a portion of Wang Feng's power and... killing intent.
"kill."
Hundreds of blood-red figures spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping, like countless people speaking in unison, or like one person speaking with countless mouths. The voices remained gentle, but the resonance created by their sheer number made the air tremble.
Then, hundreds of blood-red shadows moved.
It wasn't a coordinated charge; it was a chaotic, wild attack that came from all directions, from the sky and the ground, from every possible and impossible angle, rushing towards Nie Lingfeng!
The sword light flashed like a torrential rain, like meteors, like locusts swarming across the land!
Every sword strike aimed straight for vital points—throat, heart, brow, dantian, joints, fatal acupoints… The swordsmanship was cunning and ruthless, devoid of any frills, displaying only the purest and most direct intent to kill. Wherever the sword passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp, piercing sound, like the wailing of countless wronged souls!
Nie Lingfeng's pupils contracted sharply.
When the Ice Heart Technique was activated to its limit, the Wuqiu Yi Technique entered the "borrowing momentum" state. Every inch of space around him, every attack, and the movement of every blood shadow were clearly presented in his perception.
But... there are too many.
The attack density is too high.
Hundreds of blood-red shadows and hundreds of swords attacked from every angle. Even if he could see the trajectory of each sword and predict the movements of each blood-red shadow, his speed, reaction time, and dodge space all had their limits.
You can't dodge, you can only... block!
"Clang!"
Snow Drinker Blade is drawn!
The blade gleamed, reflecting the blood-red shadows and sword light. Nie Lingfeng flicked his wrist, the blade tracing a perfect arc. The gentle force of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm technique was integrated into the swordplay, the blade light like clouds and mist, seemingly light but actually as dense as a net.
Wind God Leg - Catching the Wind and Shadows!
His movements were like the wind, weaving, dodging, and evading through the rain of swords. Every step teetered on the edge of danger, every movement a narrow escape from several deadly sword flashes. The blade flashed, forming a blue curtain of light, deflecting, parrying, and deflecting each incoming sword strike!
"Clang clang clang clang clang—!!!"
The sounds of clashing swords were as dense as firecrackers on New Year's Eve, a continuous chorus with almost no intervals! Each collision exploded with sparks, and each parry left arms numb! Blood Shadow's swordplay was as heavy as a mountain, each strike containing the violent power within Wang Feng's body, causing Nie Lingfeng's tiger's mouth to go numb and his blood to surge!
The pressure was astonishing.
While parrying and dodging, Nie Lingfeng quickly assessed the situation in his mind.
Wang Feng's strength far surpasses Wang Ai's, and is even... slightly stronger than Old Master Lu Jin, who activated the Reverse Life Triple Realm during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. Although he is not yet comparable to the unfathomable "Peak" realm of the Old Celestial Master, who seems to be as old as heaven and earth, he is definitely among the "top" level in the current world of supernatural beings, the kind of giant who can establish a sect and dominate a region.
Moreover, his attack methods were too bizarre.
That's not just a martial arts move, nor is it a traditional method of cultivating Qi; it's "painting".
Using heaven and earth as paper, blood as ink, the divine array as a brush, and one's own divine will as a guide, the "attack" that came to life was drawn.
"roar--!!!"
A deafening roar from a beast drowned out the clanging of swords clashing!
A blood shadow suddenly dissipated, turning into a sky full of blood ink. The blood ink tumbled, condensed, and shaped in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a three-zhang-tall blood-red tiger!
The tiger was so lifelike that you could even see every single blood-red hair fluttering in the wind. Its eyes were blood-red, its fangs were as white as bone, its limbs were as thick as pillars, and its claws extended, each tip gleaming with a dark, bloody light. It roared to the sky, the sound shaking the ground, then, pushing off the ground, its massive body, like a small mountain, pounced towards Nie Lingfeng!
The tiger's claws tore through the air, creating five blood-red blades of energy! The tiger's mouth opened, a foul stench swept over, and one could see the viscous, blood-red energy surging deep in its throat, seemingly capable of corroding everything!
"A painted tiger?" Nie Lingfeng sneered, a cold glint in his eyes. "It has form but no spirit, it's all show and no substance! Break it!"
He stopped dodging and stepped forward to face the charging crimson tiger. He gripped the sword with both hands, raising the Snow Drinking Blade high above his head. Three colors of light flowed across the blade—the swiftness of the wind, the vastness of the clouds, and the coldness of the frost. These three powers merged and sublimated on the blade, transforming into a hazy, gray aura that seemed capable of cutting through everything!
Threefold Return to Origin Qi - Blade Style - Severing the Void!
With a single slash!
The sword's energy, like a rainbow, tore through the night sky!
"puff--!"
There was no earth-shattering collision, only a dull sound, like a sharp blade cutting into rotten wood.
The blade energy slashed into the tiger's head, splitting it in two from head to tail!
The tiger let out a mournful howl, its massive body splitting open and disintegrating into a shower of blood and ink, which dripped down like a blood rain.
But the next second, the spilled blood and ink seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, pausing in the air, flowing backward, and then gathering again!
One is divided into two, and two are divided into four!
The blood-red ink surged and reformed, transforming into two massive, blood-red pythons as thick as water buckets! The pythons' scales were clearly defined, their tongues flickered, and their eyes were icy cold. One on the left, one on the right, like two blood-red chains, they coiled towards Nie Lingfeng! Before the pythons even arrived, a foul, poisonous stench permeated the air, even causing it to hiss and crackle!
"Is this never going to end?" Nie Lingfeng frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
He unleashed a palm strike with his left hand, the Cloud-Dispelling Palm - Overwhelming Force! The palm wind was like a raging torrent, solid as a wall, forcefully forcing the giant python on the left to retreat and disintegrate!
At the same time, he threw a punch with his right hand, unleashing the Heavenly Frost Fist - Frost Condensation! A burst of cold air erupted, and pale blue frost spread along the force of the punch, instantly freezing the giant python on the right into an ice sculpture! Then he added a kick, and with a "crack," the ice sculpture shattered, turning into countless ice shards, mixed with blood and ink, scattering all over the ground.
But the scattered blood and ink gathered again, shaped, and changed...
This time, four blood-red vultures with wingspans of over ten feet swooped down from the sky! Their talons were like hooks, their beaks like spears, their eyes were bloodshot, and they emitted sharp cries! They attacked from four directions simultaneously, sealing off all of Nie Lingfeng's space to maneuver!
"Troublesome." Nie Lingfeng lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure soaring into the sky, throwing a series of punches in mid-air!
Heavenly Frost Fist: Frost and Snow Fluttering!
The fists flew like snowflakes, each punch landing precisely on a vulture! A burst of cold air erupted, and the four vultures were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, remaining in their diving posture as they plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground with a series of thuds, shattering into ice shards and blood.
He landed, slightly out of breath, and looked at Wang Feng.