Chapter 225: Chapter 141:1 am the Sword Immortal_2

Translator: 549690339

“Could it be, he’s going to blow up his Qi Sea?”

Sweat stood on Han Ye’s body in a cold shudder as he used his arm strength to retract his Gang Sword.

If Master Yin indeed detonated his Qi Sea, everything within thousands of miles would surely be obliterated, not just a city, but possibly even half a state would be flattened.

However, Master Yin clearly didn’t have the courage to explode his Qi Sea. He merely sealed the blood vessels in his heart and put forth his utmost strength to produce a hand seal, repelling Han Ye tens of feet backward.

Afterward, Master Yin flew backward, employing a secret escape technique, fleeing at ten times his speed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye to the end of the sky.

Clutching his excruciatingly painful chest, a trickle of blood streamed from the corner of Han Ye’s mouth. He said, “The life force of a cultivator at Deity Transformation stage is really too strong, not dying even after smashing the heart. I have to bear this in mind, otherwise, it would be very dangerous.”

The opponent’s escape technique also amazed Han Ye. His speed was extraordinarily fast, unquestionably several times faster than usual. Even a person ten times stronger than him might not catch up.

Of course, to employ such an escape technique, one must pay a huge price. Unless absolutely necessary, it definitely would not be used.

“It’s really too difficult to kill a Deity Transformation cultivator.” Han Ye thought deep within his heart.

After a cultivator’s cultivation reached the Nascent Soul stage, their life force became immense. Even if their head was chopped off, they might not necessarily die, as long as their Nascent Soul was intact, they had the chance to recover. Additionally, most great abilities had mastered escape techniques; even if they were not a match, they were enough to escape and save their lives.

One of the most important points, the great ability above Deity Transformation could use “blow up the Qi Sea” as a deterrent. If you can’t kill with one hit, it could end up causing both parties to perish together.

There’s no denying it, Han Ye was lucky to have been able to kill the two Deity Transformation experts he has encountered so far; these accomplishments alone were enough for him to be regarded as a figure whom everyone must take seriously in the world.

With Master Yin injured and escaped, besides the two half-step Transformation God puppets disaggregated by Hu Yueji, the other two immediately retreated, stirred up a great amount of death aura, and plunged into the forest.

Hu Yueji didn’t give chase, instead, she watched the white-clothed man holding the war sword with a rather astonished gaze, the more she looked, the more handsome he appeared, the more reluctant she was to kill him.

If such an amazing genius were to be her constant follower, within a hundred years, the Heavenly Demon Sect will inevitably grow into one of the most powerful sects in Central Earth.

Even if she made him her own, why ever not?

Nevertheless, all these were but illusions. Hu Yueji did not believe she had the ability to control Han Ye forever.

Han Ye! Han Ye! Elder sis loves you more and more. She’s so reluctant to send you on your path, alas, you are a natural prodigy. She is terrified that she won’t be able to control you in the future. You are not the kind to favor the fair sex. In the event you were killed under your sword, where would elder sis cry?”

With one finger from her exquisite jade hand, she gently touched Han Ye’s chin. Her eyes gradually turned red. As her smile disappeared, a cold intention surfaced.

She seized the opportunity to transform her fingers into a claw, formed a swirling qi, and faced Han Ye’s chest.

“Whoosh”.

Unexpectedly, Han Ye, who originally stood unmoving, thrust his sword faster than she did.

The dense sword qi of the war sword was extremely sharp, and with a ‘swoosh,¹ it bore into Hu Yueji’s palm, piercing through from the back.

“Since you know that I’m not one to cherish the fair sex, you shouldn’t have taken a fancy to me.”

With a twist of his finger, the war sword in Han Ye’s hand swiftly spun, emitting golden sword light that completely wrecked Hu Yueji’s right arm.

“You weren’t under the control of illusions?”

Hu Yueji’s stunning face expressed shock. She instantly triggered her escape technique, transformed into a purple haze and attempted to flee.

‘You still want to escape?” Han Ye coldly snarled.

“Sword, come forth!”

The boundless sword intent exploded, even making the flow of time around him slightly slow down.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of sword qis condensed into a tip, being vertical to the ground, Han Ye, with his many swords, was like a transcendent swordsman making a comeback.

Without any hesitation, Han Ye, with thousands of swords, dragged out the most dazzling sword qi, slashing at the airborne Hu Yueji.

“Pshh.”

A stream of blood sprayed down.

At the same time, the groaning sound of Hu Yueji came too, her three snowy white fox tails, which were falling from the air, were continuously being pierced by sword qi, and her screams were incessant.

“Han Ye, today, you cut off my three tails. In the future, you must return them doubly.” Hu Yueji’s voice drifted from hundreds of miles away.

“The speed of escaping is indeed fast enough.”

Han Ye did not pay heed to Hu Yueji. He immediately used a speed technique to return to the foot of a mountain peak, hoisting Chu Xianyu, who had fallen and could not get up.

He could already feel the strength in his body slowly receding.

The strand of the Immortal’s Primordial Spirit within Chu Xianyu had been exhausted by him to the point of transparency, as if it would soon disappear.

Hence, he must escape and get to a safe place immediately.

Han Ye believed that having just engaged in the previous fight, and severely injured both Yin the Old Man and Hu Yueji, would suffice to intimidate the Demon Path forces hiding in the dark, causing them not to dare to hastily follow.

Hu Yueji was standing by the bank of a stream, the area around her hips covered in fresh blood, not a single fox tail remained. As a Sect’s Hall Master and a deity Transformation titan, it was natural that she was a little tragic, also quite shamed.

She gazed in the direction of Han Ye’s departure. Her charming face revealed an annoyed expression: “Damn guy, one day, I will eat your heart.”

Having said that, Hu Yueji stuck out her fragrant tongue, licking her crystal clear and bright red lips.

At this moment, Hu Yueji smelled a strong scent of blood, her pretty face turned somewhat pale. She lifted her head and found that the entire sky had turned blood red.

Avast and surging blood cloud flew over from the sky above. Within the cloud, a scent was emitting that caused her to feel somewhat fearful.

A beautiful woman in a blood-red dress appeared atop the blood cloud.

“Ahh!”

One second later, a fair jade hand pierced out from Hu Yueji’s chest, splashing a large amount of blood.

Hu Yueji couldn’t even see what had happened, she simply started to vomit blood continuously.

She turned her head stiffly, only then did she see a blood-red dressed beauty with extremely cold blood pupils, looking at her like she was prey waiting to be slaughtered.

“You are…”

Shock filled Hu Yueji’s pupils. Before she could even finish speaking, the beautiful woman in the blood dress had bitten onto her snowy white neck.

Hu Yueji could feel the life vitality of her blood, rapidly dispersing.

In a flash, she had been drained into a dried corpse, collapsing weakly on the ground.

The blood red dressed lady wiped the blood at the corner of her mouth, looked in the direction where Han Ye was escaping, and with a leap, accompanied by the blood cloud on the horizon, she pursued nonchalantly.

On the other side.

A man in white was carrying a woman, weaving through the forest, finally stopping on a rock.

“No one is pursuing us, put me down. Your condition is very poor. If you don’t rest in time, I’m afraid it will cause a chronic disease that will be difficult to cure in the future.”

Chu Xianyu gradually regained consciousness, her expression was very focused. She spoke in a soft and gentle voice, expressing little concern.

Han Ye was somewhat surprised. He let Chu Xianyu down and stared at her pair of eyes at close range.

Her eyes had returned to normal, no longer so dim and blank, but a little more human-like. She resembled a living beautiful woman rather than a hopeless statue.

“You have found yourself again?” Han Ye revealed delight.

Chu Xianyu’s eyes were like two calm waters, she looked straight at Han Ye, shaking her head, sinking into silence—like she was pondering something, or gaining some enlightenment—her gaze gradually became somewhat dull.

Han Ye was afraid that she would become the cold and silent Chu Xianyu again, he quickly said: “I always feel we have not completely escaped the danger. We must continue on our way, the farther we escape, the better.”

Chu Xianyu looked at Han Ye with quite a bit of worry and said, “Your injuries are very serious, it would be best to rest.”

Han Ye’s injury was indeed severe, his face was completely pale, like an ordinary person who was critically ill.

Moreover, because of the use of the Immortal’s Primordial Spirit’s power, his physical body had become extremely weak, somewhat unable to support himself. He fell forward, falling to the ground.

But Chu Xianyu held him, keeping him from falling.

Han Ye quickly swallowed an elixir, but before he had time to refine it, he suddenly looked up towards the distant sky with a deep expression.

In the horizon, there was a bright-red color appearing, it was a mass of blood clouds rolling in, carrying a terrify and horrifying atmosphere.