Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price

Chapter 523 - 183: If My Husband Sheds a Drop of Blood, the Joyful Union Sect Must Pay with a Life

Bang bang bang!

Aaargh!

"It’s too hard!"

In the valley still shrouded with pink and blood-red mist, the sound of strikes and screams echoed intermittently.

A burly figure could be seen charging left and right in the crowd, waving an iron rod, scattering more than two hundred people like a tiger amongst sheep, forcing them to retreat step by step.

"This body cultivator is too fierce!"

"Elder Yue, what should we do?"

The people of the Joyful Union Sect were never good at magical combat, and being so close to a body cultivator, none was a match for Qin Gengyun even for a single round. More than a dozen had already fallen within a hundred breaths.

The remaining people retreated one by one, not daring to advance any further.

At the back stood Elder Yue, an old man with white whiskers, a rat-like face, and shifty eyes that constantly glanced over Jian Yue, Wei Wan, Su Xin, and others.

Tch tch, to think so many beauties came at once, if I capture them all and ask the Sect Leader to reward me with one, wouldn’t that be delightful?

He then turned his gaze to Qin Gengyun, who was swinging his rod and charging forward. Elder Yue’s eyes flashed with a pained look, but he finally made up his mind and took out his trump card magical artifact.

"Everyone, don’t panic, I will deal with this body cultivator!"

A black-bladed magical artifact flew from Elder Yue’s hand, and the people of the Joyful Union Sect immediately cheered, their morale boosted:

"The Heaven-Reaching Awl! Elder Yue has brought out the Heaven-Reaching Awl!"

"Miss, not good, this guy actually has the Heaven-Reaching Awl that’s specifically designed to suppress body cultivators!"

Liu Su’s expression changed, while Qiu Zhihe, beside her with her eyes tightly closed, had sweat beading on her forehead.

Mo Xiaolan had also heard of the Heaven-Reaching Awl’s reputation against body cultivators; seeing this, her face paled, lips tightly bitten, desperately channeling her energy.

"Junior Brother He, be careful!"

"Senior Brother He, watch out!"

At the front, Su Xin, Wei Wan, and the other disciples simultaneously cried out in warning as the Heaven-Reaching Awl transformed into a bolt of lightning charging towards Qin Gengyun!

With the poison of the Locking Essence Pill still present in his body, Qin Gengyun’s cultivation was only at fifty percent of his former strength. His body technique was restricted, leaving him no time to dodge, forcing him to position the rod across his chest.

The next instant, the Heaven-Reaching Awl collided with the iron rod!

With a thunderous crash like a mountain toppled, the middle-grade magical artifact’s iron rod was actually pierced through and snapped by the awl’s tip!

Qin Gengyun crossed his arms horizontally in front of his chest, continually retreating, but the momentum of the Heaven-Reaching Awl was even faster. Under the horrified and worried gazes of the crowd, the awl finally collided with Qin Gengyun’s body.

"Not good!"

"Senior Brother He!"

"My lord!"

Amid countless cries of shock, it was seen that Qin Gengyun had gripped the Heaven-Reaching Awl tightly with both hands.

Yet, the eerie black light on the magical artifact was extremely sharp, injuring Qin Gengyun’s palms and causing blood to gush out!

Then, the Heaven-Reaching Awl buzzed, slowly freeing itself from Qin Gengyun’s grasp, its tip piercing into his chest.

Immediately, fresh blood flowed from Qin Gengyun’s chest.

This was the first time he bled since his body cultivation had succeeded.

However, Qin Gengyun showed no fear, his muscles tensed all over. With a roar, he forcibly pulled the Heaven-Reaching Awl from his chest!

Blood gushed like a spring, splattering everywhere!

"Ah!"

Many female disciples had already closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight.

"My lord!" Liu Su’s eyes turned red.

Mo Xiaolan’s cheeks were ashen, beads of blood seeping from her tightly bitten lips.

Qiu Zhihe kept her eyes shut, her white-knuckled hand already bulging with veins.

"Junior Brother He, fall back!" Su Xin shouted from the front.

The others were also all with bloodshot eyes, some of the female disciples had started crying.

But Qin Gengyun showed no intention of retreating, roaring mightily, his bloody hands firmly gripping the Heaven-Reaching Awl. The magic artifact buzzed as if they were locked in a struggle.

With a bang, Qin Gengyun’s shirt ripped apart again, his robust muscles as tough as steel were exposed as even the sturdy Cloud Patterned Golden Threaded Robe couldn’t withstand the pressure and burst apart.

The next moment, the Heaven-Reaching Awl seemed to emit a sad whine, Qin Gengyun held its body, forcibly turned it around.

The awl’s tip pointed towards the people of the Joyful Union Sect.

"He actually subdued the Heaven-Reaching Awl?!"

"How, how is this possible?"

Elder Yue stood dumbfounded, while Qin Gengyun advanced on them wielding the Heaven-Reaching Awl!

He had no real technique, just brandished the Heaven-Reaching Awl wildly.

This magical artifact was unusually eerie, its black blades sharper than ordinary artifacts, causing the black light to dance wildly under Qin Gengyun’s relentless swing, anything blocking it was slashed.

Soon, dozens more people fell.

"Elder Yue, why is your artifact attacking your own people?"

"Elder Yue, you traitor, aargh!"

Cries of despair erupted within the crowd, and the people of the Joyful Union Sect fled in terror, a single person pursuing over a hundred.

Elder Yue saw the unfavorable situation and reached for another item, tossing it to the sky. Suddenly, it burst apart into a large cloud of black mist, covering the entire valley.

"This poisonous mist again?!"

"Thicker than before; we can’t see anything!"

"So the mountain’s poisonous mist was released by Elder Yue!"

Zhenyang Sect disciples cried out, while Su Xin loudly said, "Don’t panic, everyone. This mist hinders vision, the enemies wouldn’t dare come in."

Indeed, they could hear Elder Yue’s distant call:

"Retreat, wait for them to be poisoned and attack again!"

The disciples sighed slightly with relief, one female disciple asked, "What about Senior Brother He? Is he okay?"

Before He Zhiqiu could respond, a sudden scream broke through the black mist.

The people were astonished, hearing continuous screams that seemed distant, presumably from the Joyful Union Sect members.

"What happened?"

Everyone was baffled until another sharp cry erupted.

"You, you’re... aargh!"

Everyone was shocked; wasn’t that Elder Yue’s voice?

"What’s wrong with that guy?"

Then, another series of screams echoed from the black mist, all from members of the Joyful Union Sect.

The Zhenyang Sect disciples were bewildered, unsure what was happening.

Inside the black mist.

Elder Yue lay with broken limbs, his mouth reduced to a scorched blackness, trembling as he pointed to a vague figure ahead.

The figure, tall and beautiful, was surrounded by half flames and half frost.

Elder Yue’s eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

In the black mist, the tall figure slowly approached, with a perfect oval face, features dignified and elegant, yet her eyes were filled with boundless killing intent.

Her hair flowed down her back, half fiery red, half snow white.

Elder Yue’s eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets, his face covered with fear and disbelief.

He opened his mouth, but with his tongue half burned away, he couldn’t form coherent words and only managed to utter a muddled syllable with his remaining strength:

"Xia... Xia..."

Whoosh!

A mass of bright red flame swept across, and before he could let out a scream, Elder Yue was reduced to a pile of ash.

The woman stepped on the ashes, her gaze as cold as ice.

"For each drop of my husband’s blood, the Joyful Union Sect will pay with a life!"