Chapter 450 : The Fall (2)
Qiao Wei shoved the younger man aside, sending a spray of blood erupting from his body. Groaning, the man crumpled to the ground.
Around him, the bound disciples stirred, rising one by one like puppets on strings. Their eyes, vacant orbs devoid of life, stared straight ahead. They stood ramrod straight, their feet entwined by serpents that hissed menacingly at Qiao Wei.
Gritting his teeth, Qiao Wei pressed several acupuncture points in his body. The pressure helped lessen the bleeding from his stomach, but the exertion sent a fresh wave of blood surging up his throat.
"Who are you?" Qiao Wei, his breaths ragged and shallow, rasped a question at the figure who had just plunged a blade into him. The attacker, his arm transformed into a thorny vine slick with Qiao Wei’s crimson lifeblood, landed on the ground with a chilling silence.
Scowling with undisguised malice, the fake disciple’s body contorted before Qiao Wei’s eyes. In a heartbeat, his form dissolved, replaced by a grotesque mockery of life. Made entirely of plants, his body was a twisted tapestry of roots, vines, and trunks, woven together into a vaguely humanoid shape.
His obsidian eyes flew open, pinning Qiao Wei with a look full of contempt.
"It’s an honor to greet the Venerable Sword Saint of Wushan Temple," he said with a mocking bow.
"A demon," Qiao Wei hissed. "Where is my Shizun? What have you done to my martial art siblings?"
The demon clicked with his tongue in displeasure. All around him, the serpents joined in with loud hissing sounds.
"Have you always been this talkative, Master Qiao Wei?" He asked with a mocking tone.
The demon walked in a circle around Qiao Wei, observing him from all angles before he tossed out a disappointed sigh.