Chapter 167 101: Blood Stains the River
Countless sword shadows thrust out across the sky.
In mid-air, a dense swarm of sword shadows gathered into a River of Sword Qi tens of zhang long, slashing fiercely toward the terrifying Spiritual Qi attacks closing in from all sides!
The razor-sharp Sword Qi tore through the sky, crashing into the overwhelming barrage with tyrannical might!
BOOM!
The collision of several powerful techniques instantly triggered a terrifying explosion. The surrounding void rippled like the surface of a placid lake.
The river below churned violently, its surface heaving like the waves of a stormy sea!
Caught in the powerful aftershock, the small skiff instantly exploded into a shower of splinters that scattered across the river's surface!
In the next instant, amidst the howling gale, Su Changhong stepped on a piece of debris from the skiff. With a forceful push, his figure flickered like a phantom, crossing tens of zhang in a flash.
He swung his Longsword. Sword Qi soared into the air like a Flood Dragon ascending to the heavens, whistling as it tore through space and slashed fiercely toward a short, plain-looking man in a black robe!
The man's pupils shrank as he sensed immense danger. In an instant, he raised a hand and condensed a Spiritual Energy Light Shield before him!
BOOM!
The Spiritual Energy Light Shield violently collided with the razor-sharp Sword Qi.
A mere instant later, it was shattered to pieces by the attack.
It couldn't even hold for a single moment!
SWISH!
Just as the short man's eyes widened in terror and he tried to flee,
the unstoppable Sword Qi pierced through his body in a flash,
then struck the river below, carving a gash tens of zhang long into the water!
BOOM!
At the same time, the short man's body plummeted into the river, his eyes wide open.
They were filled with terror and shock, as if in disbelief.
'He's this strong?!'
A moment later, a crimson stain of blood floated to the river's surface.
The battle had only lasted an instant, and one of the so-called Six Thieves of Qishan had already fallen to Su Changhong's sharp blade!
"Sixth Brother!!"
"You bastard!!
Die!!"
The burly, bald Cultivator used his Spiritual Qi to stand upon the river's surface.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a furious beast.
"Gang Flame Fist!"
Raging flames erupted around the burly, bald Cultivator. The terrifyingly high temperature caused the very air to distort, as if it were about to melt.
The surface of the river began to vaporize under the intense heat, shrouding the banks in a thick mist.
He then clenched his five fingers into a fist wreathed in fire. With a violent thrust, it shot through the air, transforming into a Flame Fist tens of zhang wide that seared through the void,
hurtling toward Su Changhong to crush him!
But Su Changhong's expression remained calm.
He stepped onto the river, sending out ripples across the water.
In a flash, his figure moved like a phantom, crossing tens of zhang in an instant.
He left only an afterimage behind.
BOOM!
The terrifying Flame Fist instantly incinerated Su Changhong's afterimage.
It then passed through and slammed into the river!
The blow blasted a crater dozens of zhang deep, and the water instantly evaporated from the terrifying heat of the flames, filling the air with steam!
The burly, bald Cultivator saw that Su Changhong was 'dead,' his very figure burned to nothing.
"A mere Su Changhong is nothing! I can kill him with a flip of my hand!"
The corners of the burly, bald Cultivator's mouth curled up slightly.
Then, a trace of sorrow appeared in his eyes.
"It's just a shame about the Sixth..."
'In truth, he was laughing maniacally.'
'He'd long since fucking hated that Wang the Sixth and had been looking for a chance to get rid of him, but never found a good opportunity.'
'Dying in battle was the perfect outcome!'
'Plus, when they went to the Su Family to collect the reward, he'd get a bigger cut of the bounty!'
'Don't blame your Third Brother for being ruthless.'
'I've already avenged you.'
'Right?'
But in the instant the burly, bald Cultivator's mind wandered,
Su Changhong, moving with ghostly speed,
instantly appeared behind him. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. He clenched his fist as boundless Spiritual Power gathered, then punched out. The attack whistled through the air, piercing through the void with the weight of a Mountain-Suppressing peak as it hurtled toward the bald Cultivator's back!
"Third Brother, watch out!!"
shouted the vulture-like middle-aged man from a distance.
And just then,
the burly, bald Cultivator suddenly felt a crisis descend upon him. It was as if a blade was pressed against his back, the pressure immense!
It felt as if a mountain of the First Layer was crashing down on him!!
"You're not dead!"
The burly, bald Cultivator's face was a mask of shock.
'Dammit, this is bad!!'
His expression changed drastically. Facing what felt like the Death God himself, he sensed the terrifying power of the fist,
and tried to defend, but the Mountain-Suppressing fist arrived in an instant!
BOOM!!
The burly, bald man instantly felt a monstrous force strike his back, as if it would punch right through his body.
He was launched like a cannonball, shooting straight into the river.
The impact sent up a colossal splash!
A moment later,
a crimson stain of blood flowed out from the river, and a corpse floated to the surface. Its wide-open eyes were filled with shock and terror!
It was as if he couldn't believe his opponent was so powerful!
He couldn't even withstand a single blow!
In the end, he had overestimated himself!
But none of that mattered to him anymore.
Nearby, the vulture-like middle-aged Cultivator in the grey robe was aghast.
He couldn't believe that in just a few short moments, the Sixth and the Third had both fallen!
Meanwhile, the strongest of their group, the plain-faced middle-aged man in the white robe, wore a grave expression.
It had only been a moment, and both his Sixth Brother and Third Brother had been killed instantly.
He no longer dared to underestimate his opponent; his gaze had become extremely solemn.
Suddenly,
a fierce wind swept over the churning river, which roared like the tide.
At some point, the sky had grown dark. The heavens were thick with black clouds, like a million iron-clad cavalry thundering across. The oppressive, dark sky seemed about to collapse, inspiring a primal fear in all who saw it!
DRIP! DRIP!
Large raindrops began to fall from the sky.
It quickly became a torrential downpour, whipped about by the gale,
transforming into a raging storm!
The entire river's surface now roiled like a furious beast, its waves like a terrifying tsunami!
CRACK-BOOM!!
A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the dark sky, and the roar of Thunder echoed between heaven and earth!
The brilliant flash of lightning instantly illuminated the dark world!
At this moment, a figure in a white Profound Robe stood high in the firmament.
Even the faintest wisp of aura leaking from him seemed to warp the void around him—a truly terrifying sight!
The white-robed figure's clothes fluttered and his long hair danced in the wind. His dark, profound gaze seemed to pierce through the heavy, dark clouds, reaching all the way to the great river below.
Gu Yun watched the battle from the sky with great interest.
He noted,
'This bolt of lightning really isn't my doing. It's a purely natural phenomenon.'
"However,
this scene on the river seems a bit familiar..." Gu Yun murmured to himself.
It seemed that many years ago, before he had broken through to the True Martial realm, he too had stood upon a small skiff, traversing the great rivers.
The scene back then was just like this—a small boat, wind, rain, and lightning...
At this moment,
on the river,
amidst the driving wind and rain,
Su Changhong held his three-foot-long sharp Longsword, his gaze sweeping lightly over the four remaining figures. He spoke coolly,
"This boring farce should be over now."
As his voice fell,
a glint of sword light flashed in his eyes, sharp and piercing as a blade that could run through the heavens!