Chapter 146: Slaying the General

Luther’s face was extremely solemn, as he slowly drew his long sword. The eye between his eyebrows turned, and a black aura swirled up from behind him, coalescing into a beast with a fish body, bird wings, and covered in grotesque curved spikes. This was the Yeluosheng family’s innate totem.

He gazed at Qian Ye, speaking slowly, “You are an opponent worthy of my serious attention. State your lineage!”

But Qian Ye did not bother with empty talk. His eyes turned azure, activating his eye technique. Instantly, Luther’s origin furnace was seized by intense pain, causing him to shudder. Seizing this opportunity, Qian Ye unleashed the East Mountain, cleaving through the air with the Void Severing Strike. Qian Ye launched his killing moves without giving Luther a single breath to recover.

Luther’s expression changed again. He held his left hand out, and the innate totem behind him spewed out a stream of black aura, converging into a hexagonal crystal shield that shimmered like black crystal.

With a deafening roar, the Void Severing Strike and the crystal shield were both obliterated. The shockwave flung the dark warriors around them, and some weaker ones were even blasted away. Within thirty meters of Qian Ye and Luther, no one remained standing.

Both Qian Ye and Luther were shaken. Since mastering the Void Severing Strike, this was the first time it had failed to hit its mark.

Luther was even more shocked. This obsidian shield was his family’s supreme secret, capable of fully resisting a full-strength attack from an equal-ranked opponent. It was precisely because of this secret technique that the Yeluosheng family had gained a place among the powerful demonic descendants. Now, the obsidian shield had been shattered by a single strike, indicating that Luther’s own combat power could not withstand Qian Ye’s just-landed blow.

The battlefield situation changes in an instant, leaving no room for hesitation. Despite his shock, Qian Ye, seeing the flow of dark origin power in Luther through his True Sight, immediately took a large step forward, striking with the East Mountain, instinctively choosing to launch a forceful and direct attack.

As the East Mountain sliced through the air, a whistling sound erupted. Luther’s mind trembled; this whistling sound was different from the thunderous boom generated by the infusion of potent origin power—it was purely the result of the immense force and extreme speed of the sword slicing through the air.

Unable to think of a good countermeasure, Luther roared, conjuring the obsidian shield again. In the blink of an eye, he parried the East Mountain. A crack appeared on the shield, but fortunately, it did not break. Just as Luther let out a sigh of relief, two heavy blows struck the shield, as if two mountains were crashing down.

Luther’s left arm felt numbed, forcing him to prop his sword behind the shield, using both hands to withstand these heavy blows.

Qian Ye was also surprised, not expecting Luther to block his triple strikes so effortlessly.

But what did it matter? With a roar, he swung the East Mountain, launching a frenzy of wild slashes at Luther, attacking any weak points and directly smashing the obsidian shield when there were none.

Amidst the roaring noise, Luther had no time to use any techniques, relying solely on the obsidian shield to resist, being battered from side to side, suffering miserably. The shield shattered and reformed, over and over, who knew how many times it was broken by Qian Ye. If not for Luther’s mastery of this secret technique, allowing him to instantly form the crystal shield, he would have been cut down by the East Mountain seventeen or eighteen times by now.

In Luther’s eyes, Qian Ye was riddled with flaws, and his attacks were completely devoid of skill or grace. If only he could find a moment to breathe, there were at least three or four powerful secret techniques he could use to heavily wound his opponent. But Qian Ye’s attacks were too fast, too heavy, and utterly unreasonable. The noble demon viscount, despite his superior bloodline and numerous secrets, could not find a single moment to catch his breath, let alone counterattack.

Luther could only pray that Qian Ye would exhaust himself, or that one of his subordinates would risk their life to deal a heavy blow. However, the area around them had been cleared by Qian Ye’s Vitality Drain, and anyone below the rank of warlord would be severely injured by a single thread of stray origin power. Who would dare approach?

Qian Ye’s storm of attacks suddenly halted, and the East Mountain was raised high. In an instant, another triple strike!

With a cracking sound, the obsidian shield shattered. Luther’s heart sank, and despite the numbness in his body, he instantly conjured another obsidian shield.

But as soon as the shield formed, Luther felt a chill in his back, and his dark origin power went haywire. From the corner of his eye, he saw a spear tip piercing through his chest!

The rampant Dawn origin power surged through his body, and the eye between Luther’s eyebrows shot out a blinding light. Thick dark origin power gushed from the wound in his chest, forming a grotesque beast head with a fish body and bird wings, which let out a wretched scream.

Flames ignited on the spear tip, lightning-like tendrils of fire wrapped around the dark origin power bursting from Luther’s body, creating small whirlpools of origin power.

“Song Qi…” Before Luther could finish his sentence, the East Mountain swept across, and his head flew into the sky.

Luther’s headless corpse fell, revealing a spear that was neither gold nor jade. While Luther was desperately defending against Qian Ye’s relentless attacks, Song Zining seized the opportunity and hurled the spear a hundred meters, piercing through Luther’s heart and his vital origin furnace.

The dark race’s warriors were stunned, then erupted like a volcano, causing utter chaos. Some decided to fight to the death, disregarding their own lives. These were mostly Luther’s elite troops, knowing they would not survive if they returned. Others, such as the cannon fodder and allied forces of other races, were at a loss, and some even began to scatter, turning the battlefield into a boiling cauldron.

Yet, Qian Ye, who had personally slain Luther, stood with his sword, with no one daring to approach. He had charged through the central army, and his Vitality Drain had struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. Though surrounded, no one was willing to come and die. Even Luther’s surviving loyalists mostly chose to flee towards Blackstream City, hoping to drag a few more humans down with them.

“Qian Ye, save me!”

A shrill cry came from afar, causing Qian Ye to startle. He looked up to see Song Zining, weaponless and surrounded, fighting a losing battle. Where was the heroic figure who had just charged into the central army?

Next to Song Zining was a small, seemingly frail figure, but her hands were deadly. Her dual swords danced like flowing light, cutting down dark warriors one after another. At critical moments, Song Zining even had to dodge her sword to avoid attacks.

Qian Ye originally had the East Mountain raised, ready to advance thirty meters with a single push. But seeing Song Zining’s desperate dodges, he frowned, and put away the East Mountain, not advancing but instead standing still, enjoying the scenery.

“Qian Ye! You bastard, I risked my life to save you, and this is how you repay me! Are we still brothers?” Song Zining raged, jumping up and down. Seeing that his voice was too soft, he ripped off his grim mask and shouted loudly.

Qian Ye yawned, looking around as if searching for a place to rest. Although he wore an innocent, harmless expression, wherever his gaze fell, the dark warriors scattered, fearing his eyes.

Song Zining, suddenly energized, pointed at Qian Ye, “Look at you, still trying to act all pure and good!”

When Song Zining paused his evasion, several swords slashed at the back of his head. He, engrossed in scolding Qian Ye, was furious at the interruption. With a swift backhand, a long sword appeared in his hand, slicing through the air, dispatching several foes with effortless grace.

The double-bladed girl’s eyes lit up. This was the Song Family’s Seventh Young Master everyone admired, even when killing, he did it with poetic elegance.

As Song Zining raised his sword, he froze, realizing he had given himself away. Under Qian Ye’s clear gaze, even with his thick skin, he couldn’t help but feel a bit hot.

They stared at each other for a moment, then burst into laughter, stepping closer and hugging tightly.

Song Zining released his grip, looking Qian Ye up and down, “Where the hell have you been? I thought you were dead.”

“Just a little bit, and I would have been,” Qian Ye smiled.

“In this iron curtain, who has that kind of power? You can now kill a noble demonic descendant without blinking. You’re not just ruthless, you’re something else,” Song Zining said, incredulous.

Qian Ye sighed, “It wasn’t that easy. This demonic descendant was very difficult to deal with.” Without Song Zining’s timely intervention, even if Qian Ye won, the cost would have been steep.

Before he could finish, Qian Ye’s blood surged, and he couldn’t suppress it, spewing out a mouthful of blood. He had been suppressing his injuries while relentlessly attacking Luther.

Seeing Qian Ye spit blood, Song Zining, instead of showing concern, grinned maliciously, “Showing off, huh? See, you’re spitting blood now! Haha, I know there’s more, so don’t hold back, let it all out!”

Hearing this, Qian Ye glared at Song Zining. His blood was already calming, but the provocation nearly caused another spurt of blood.

Song Zining chuckled, discreetly spitting out two mouthfuls of blood into a handkerchief. With a flick of his fingers, the handkerchief disappeared into his sleeve. On the surface, the Seventh Young Master of the Song Family still exuded charm, but his fair face was now slightly flushed.

Qian Ye snorted, squinting his eyes, and slapped Song Zining’s back, returning his words, “Don’t hold back, let it all out!”

This slap was perfectly timed, and Song Zining could no longer suppress his injuries. Opening his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of purplish-black clotted blood. His face paled, but his breathing became more stable, and he felt much better.

Song Zining glared at Qian Ye, gritting his teeth, “What about your blood? Spit it out, don’t hide it!”

Qian Ye shrugged, smiling brightly, “Gone!”

“Impossible!” Song Zining shouted, disbelieving, “I’m a warlord, and I’ve already spat out three mouthfuls of blood. You, a mere level nine grunt, killed through the central army and defeated Luther, and you only spit out one mouthful? Who would believe that? Don’t be proud and suffer, spit it out before your internal injuries worsen!”

“Really gone.”

“Really gone?” Song Zining still doubted.

“Really, really gone.”

Qian Ye’s body was far stronger than Song Zinine expected, and his recovery ability was equally impressive. Although the injuries from Luther’s origin power backlash were severe, he had already recovered somewhat, and spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood was the limit.

As Song Zining examined Qian Ye, trying to find the hidden blood, the double-bladed girl screamed, “You two, help me!”

Qian Ye started, looking to see the girl surrounded and bathed in blood. He stepped forward, ready to help.

But Song Zining grabbed him, calmly saying, “No need, she…”