Peach Blossom Divine Medical God Chapter 1964 - 1955: Slaying the Deputy Hall Master Again
Previously on Peach Blossom Divine Medical God...
While the power of the Gathering Spirit Seal, meticulously formed from Spiritual Energy, was undeniable, the opposing figure clad in black operated at a considerably higher cultivation realm.
An unsettling dark aura shrouded him, seemingly imbued with peculiar capabilities, and within this oppressive miasma, the combat prowess of the black-clad individual intensified dramatically.
He effortlessly negated the flurry of Gathering Spirit Seals that descended like rain.
"Haha, fascinating! To possess such strength at your youth, your innate talent is truly exceptional. It has been an age since I’ve savored the blood of one as promising as you!" The black-clad figure guffawed, a chilling display of two sharp fangs emerging, complementing his dark attire and evoking the image of a classical Western vampire.
As the black-clad figure reveled in his boisterous laughter, Chen Yang, on the other side, had already unsheathed the Stone-Cutting Sword.
Its ancient hilt exuded an imposing majesty, while the gleaming blade radiated a palpable chill.
"Hmm?"
An immediate sense of peril struck the black-clad figure, causing his brows to knit together as he fixed his gaze intently upon the Stone-Cutting Sword now held by Chen Yang.
Before he could fully ascertain the source of the danger, Chen Yang, gripping the sword with both hands, surged forward.
"Triple Slash Sword Technique! First Slash!"
With astonishing speed, Chen Yang materialized before the black-clad figure. Unleashing a fierce roar, he brought the Stone-Cutting Sword sweeping downwards.
A potent wave of Sword Qi instantly coalesced, hurtling towards the black-clad opponent.
"Unacceptable!!"
Panic seized the black-clad figure!
He perceived an aura of extreme danger.
Hastily retreating, he conjured the pervasive dark aura surrounding him, shaping it into a defensive barrier that enveloped his entire form.
This was his attempt at self-preservation.
However, the Stone-Cutting Sword’s sharpness was extraordinary, and empowered by the formidable Spiritual Power channeled through the Triple Slash Sword Technique, its assault reached a terrifying crescendo.
Could mere shadowy mists offer any meaningful resistance?
Bam!!
Where the Sword Qi traversed, the dark mist was instantaneously rent asunder, leaving a gaping breach.
Even after penetrating the shadowy veil, the Sword Qi’s power remained undiminished, continuing its ferocious charge towards the black-clad figure.
"Impossible!"
The black-clad figure gasped in renewed shock.
He desperately sought to evade.
But time had run out.
With no other recourse, he braced himself to endure the impact!
Clasping his hands together, he employed every method at his disposal to shield himself.
Bam!!
A concussive sound reverberated.
The Sword Qi impacted the black-clad figure’s body, then fragmented into a surge of energy that gradually dispersed.
The force of the Sword Qi propelled the black-clad figure several meters backward, culminating in his forceful collision with a nearby wall.
A thick cloud of dust billowed upwards, severely obscuring visibility within the villa's second-floor interior.
"Chen Yang!"
He Xiran, jolted from her stupor, rapidly moved through the swirling dust towards Chen Yang’s position.
"He’s still alive." Chen Yang’s gaze remained fixated on the rubble-shrouded wreckage.
Bang bang bang...
Immediately after his utterance, the distinct sounds of colliding masonry echoed from within the ruins.
Subsequently, the black-clad figure slowly emerged from the debris.
Despite the ferocity of Chen Yang’s strike, it had not inflicted a fatal wound upon the black-clad opponent.
After all, defeating a master at the Spirit Gathering Realm was no simple feat, was it?
"You shall perish!!" Though not dead, the black-clad figure bore two grievously wounded hands!
The collapse of the wall left him looking utterly disheveled.
Yet, paradoxically, this misfortune intensified the sinister aura of his Spirit Energy.
His entire demeanor shifted, seemingly entering a state of enraged frenzy.
"Xiran, retreat for now; I will handle him." Despite the opponent’s formidable presence, Chen Yang displayed no fear.
His rigorous training regimen had forged a potent strength within him.
The black-clad adversary before him possessed considerable might, arguably mid-Spirit Gathering level, but Chen Yang harbored absolute confidence in his ability to prevail.
"Understood..." He Xiran hesitated momentarily but complied, stepping back.
She recognized that as long as the black-clad figure remained a threat, Liuhe Village would be perpetually unsafe, making it imperative for Chen Yang to confront him decisively.
Her own capacity to intervene was limited, leaving her to observe the duel from the periphery.
At most, she could assist by neutralizing any additional Blood Bat Hall members who might breach their defenses.
"Remarkable strength for one so young. Your Cult Alliance remnants truly demonstrate escalating skill," the black-clad figure declared, his gaze fixed on Chen Yang with burning animosity as he stepped deliberately from the ruins, bizarrely licking the blood that dripped from his wounds.
"Your resilience also impresses me," Chen Yang responded coolly, the Stone-Cutting Sword in his grasp catching the light with a chilling gleam.
A flicker of apprehension crossed the black-clad figure’s eyes as he regarded the Stone-Cutting Sword.
However, this emotion was fleeting; his crimson eyes soon blazed with excitement, bordering on sheer mania.
"Hmph, but there's a vast difference between us. Was that all you had? Now, it's my turn." The figure in black clothes let out a sinister laugh. In an instant, his form became a shadow, vanishing from his original position. He reappeared directly in front of Chen Yang, unleashing an assault. Chen Yang's reaction was immediate. He brandished the Stone-Cutting Sword, intercepting the shadow's strike. Clang! Clang! Clang! The assailant's palms repeatedly slammed against the Stone-Cutting Sword, the impacts echoing with metallic sounds. "Perish!" The black-clad figure's assaults intensified, his hands moving machine-like in a wild barrage. In mere seconds, a torrent of attacks rained down upon Chen Yang. The figure's offensive was incredibly swift, like a phantom, its power significantly exceeding that of the former deputy Hall Master of the Blood Bat Hall. Despite both being in the Spirit Gathering Realm, the disparity was considerable. Fortunately, Chen Yang had made advancements during this time. Against such a relentless storm of attacks, he managed to parry every blow with relative ease.