Chapter 57
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Chapter 57: The Brewing Calamity (Part II)
Fengyun Wuji’s rage had reached its peak, his visage a terrifying mask of calm. He followed the iron scent of blood, retracing the path his disciple had taken. Within a few kilometers, he was met with the sight of two more swordsmen in blue, fallen in pools of their own blood, their eyes wide open, still fixed on the direction of the Sword Pavilion…
Fengyun Wuji crouched down, his face an emotionless canvas as he gently closed their unblinking eyes, tears tracing a silent path down his cheeks.
Ah!
From his throat erupted a howl of profound sorrow and fury, piercing the heavens and scattering the gloom that hung overhead. The urge to kill within him swelled to a crescendo. Abruptly, Fengyun Wuji closed his eyes against the wind. A clarion call, like that of a dragon, rang out from his chest, followed by a streak of sword light that cleaved the air and vanished into the vast expanse.
His formidable consciousness radiated outward in expanding rings, scanning the surroundings: one kilometer, two kilometers, ten, a hundred, until finally…
A hundred kilometers away, several pale members of the Night Clan were feasting on a man, their elongated fangs deeply embedded in his body, draining his lifeblood into their mouths and letting it spill onto the ground.
Suddenly, one of the Night Clan lifted his head, his pale face and blood-dripping fangs stark against the night. He looked around in confusion, then turned back, about to speak, when a black streak flashed from the distance. The Night Clan member froze, his long hands clutching his neck as blood continued to flow through his fingers, gurgling sounds emanating from his throat. His head slid from his shoulders, and a spray of blood rose high from his chest. At the same time, the bodies of five other Night Clan members fell, their heads still attached to the man, expressions of avarice and contentment frozen on their faces…
His consciousness continued to expand: two hundred, three hundred kilometers… a thousand, where he found his target once more. A black streak shot through the sky, heading straight for it…
A thousand kilometers away, under a towering ancient tree, a man leaned against the trunk, his chest bared, clothes torn to shreds, revealing his pale torso. Not far off, ten members of the Night Clan stood arrogantly, grinning sinisterly. Before them, a powerful member of the Night Clan approached the man, whose body was laced with wounds and whose vital energy was nearly depleted.
The man watched as the Night Clan member approached, offering no resistance, instead gazing up at the sky, quietly observing the profound darkness of the night, murmuring, “The celestial realm… Master… the celestial realm… Master… is not so… not so beautiful…”
The powerful Night Clan member drew near, his grin widening as he extended his slender right hand to grab the man’s chest…
A sharp sound sliced through the air, startling the Night Clan members. They looked up to see a black streak flying towards them with immense force.
“What is this thing!…” exclaimed the formidable-looking middle-aged Night Clan member, raising his hands to block the incoming streak. To everyone’s shock, the streak effortlessly severed his arms and split his body in half…
“Run!” cried the ten Night Clan members, realizing they could not contend with this force. They dispersed in different directions, vanishing on the spot. In mid-air, the black streak curved and disappeared back into the vast night…
Thud, thud…
A dozen headless corpses hit the ground, blood spraying into the sky, while ten pale heads continued flying forward before falling after a few seconds. A body split in two fell in opposite directions, blood gushing from between the halves…
Sword control technique!
Within a hundred miles, the enemy’s head is taken invisibly!
Having reached the Sword Emperor realm and with the divine sword, the Fifth Sword Gall, Fengyun Wuji could almost instantly kill any strong opponent below the heavenly sword and equivalent realms.
His eyes opened, the murderous intent in them not yet diminished. With another flicker, Fengyun Wuji disappeared from the spot, reappearing a thousand miles away. His slender, pale arm extended, and the Fifth Sword Gall gently slid into his palm, shrinking into a gall-sized form, resting in his palm.
His powerful consciousness continued to scan the nearby terrain: a thousand kilometers, two thousand kilometers, three thousand kilometers… It seemed to have reached its limit. Fengyun Wuji gritted his teeth, expanding the range of his consciousness again: five thousand kilometers… ten thousand kilometers… There they were, a large number of Night Clan members, many newly ascended beings… newly ascended beings who had already died…
A tinge of blood appeared in his eyes, gradually filling them entirely. With a sweep of his hands, tens of thousands of white-hot swords of qi lined up on either side. His body swayed and then vanished into the wind…
Thousands of meters long and several kilometers wide, the dense, white-hot sword energy swept through the void, cutting mountains and trees, leaving a trail of devastation.
Dressed in white, Fengyun Wuji appeared on a rocky peak. At the base of the mountain, thousands of Night Clan members looked up.
“Who are you? What do you want?…”
“Your lives!” Fengyun Wuji’s voice was surprisingly free of anger, calm yet terrifyingly cold. With a wave of his sleeves, a pair of vast white wings appeared in the dark night. Upon closer inspection, they were not wings but countless densely packed swords of qi.
Fengyun Wuji slowly leaned forward, his hands spread out, the two huge ‘wings’ spread in the air. When his body was at a forty-five-degree angle to the mountain, he suddenly took the form of a large bird, slowly gliding through the air…
Dozens of Night Clan members, sensing danger, sprang into action, turning into shadows and rushing towards Fengyun Wuji. In the ancient continent, the Night Clan was considered one of the fastest races on average. With one taking the lead, thousands of Night Clan members turned into blurry, elongated shadows, rushing at Fengyun Wuji.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, with thousands of Night Clan members in various expressions and poses, while Fengyun Wuji, expressionless, walked leisurely through them, the dense swords of qi easily piercing their resilient bodies.
Time resumed, and with a flick of his hands, countless Night Clan corpses fell from the sky. In front of Fengyun Wuji, a Night Clan member looked at him with fear, body trembling, as Fengyun Wuji spared him at the last moment.
“Tell me, where is your base? Who is your master?” Fengyun Wuji’s voice was as still as an ancient well, devoid of any emotional hues.
Watching tens of thousands of his kind turn into corpses in an instant, leaving him alone, the human in front of him had become like the most ferocious devil in the eyes of this Night Clan member. His voice trembled as he said, “Our… Our king is Lord Yè Mèi… Our Night Clan’s base is… Please don’t kill me! Please!…”
Fengyun Wuji nodded, leaned forward, extended a pale hand to grasp his neck, and with a gentle snap, a crack sounded, and the Night Clan member’s head lolled to the side…
In a nearby forest, a dark figure fled eastward like a panicked hound. Fengyun Wuji’s gaze turned cold, and with a flicker of his body, he disappeared into the wind once more…