Chapter 618 - 398: Blood Infant Spirit! I Don’t Want to Be Human Anymore!

Chapter 618: Chapter 398: Blood Infant Spirit! I Don’t Want to Be Human Anymore!

"You... who are you?"

The Red-clothed Taoist’s throat quivered, his voice unable to suppress its tremble, the veins in his hand gripping the magic artifact slightly bulging, knuckles turning white.

He feigned calmness, but it could not hide the swirling fear in his eyes. He shouted sternly, "Who sent you? I warn you, don’t act rashly!

Those corrupt officials, I’ve got all the dirt on them in my hands!

If anything happens to me, the evidence stored in the cloud server will be all over the internet by tomorrow morning, and they’ll lose everything!"

Yet, as he uttered this threat, the Red-clothed Taoist’s heart grew even more flustered.

The oppressiveness exuded from the other party felt like an invisible giant net, making his breath catch, even his body trembling uncontrollably.

He had lived nearly half a century, traversed to many places over the years, encountering countless accomplished people.

Whether from the family clans with influence and legions of masters, where a Master of Transformation could shatter stones with a punch and have a steady aura.

Or fellow magicians wandering between the worlds of yin and yang, adept in talisman spells, capable of communicating with ghosts and deities, he had crossed paths with, or even confronted.

But even those formidable figures whom he once found daunting were akin to fireflies compared to the bright moon when faced with the mysterious elder before him, utterly incomparable.

The presence of this mysterious elder standing in front of him without lifting a finger, emanated an unfathomable aura that sent a chill through his bones.

It seemed as if what he was facing was not a mortal but an unfathomable abyss.

In the blink of an eye!

"Die——!"

The Red-clothed Taoist, plunged into extreme panic, suddenly shouted violently.

His previously panic-stricken gaze instantaneously turned sinister and ruthless, his face shedding all traces of fear, replaced by a desperate madness.

The wrinkled old face of the Red-clothed Taoist was suddenly shrouded in a thick black yin violent energy, as though countless wraiths surged under his skin, terrifyingly hideous.

In the next moment, his emaciated bony hands abruptly lifted, his fingers desperately clutching the dark red crescent magic artifact hanging from his chest.

A snapping sound echoed as the magic artifact shattered!

In an instant, countless dazzling red lights shot out from the fragments, illuminating the entire room like a blood-red purgatory.

Immediately, piercing shrieks resembling the souls of hellish grievances penetrated the eardrums, echoing wildly in the space, causing one’s hair to stand on end and soul to be intensely shaken.

Such a sinister sorcery capable of piercing the soul and disturbing the mind.

Even a Master of Transformation who had honed their inner strength to perfection, whose body was as tough as iron, would be caught off guard and suffer significant mental distress.

Some would even have their minds invaded by malevolent spirits, driving them insane.

"Oh? Interesting, it actually contains a few elements similar to the will of martial arts?"

Lu Xuan stood there, his expression unchanged, only slightly raising an eyebrow, his tone devoid of any ripples.

His eyes, deep as an abyss, gently focused, and the yin violent energy indistinguishable to the eye became immediately apparent.

Twisted black air gathered into masses, transforming into terrifying ghostly shadows with distorted faces and exposed fangs.

They charged toward him, enveloped in bone-chilling cold and shrieking, as if to tear apart and devour his soul.

"However, they are, after all, still too weak..."

As these words fell, a faint golden aura quietly emerged around Lu Xuan.

The golden aura, seemingly weak, was like the strongest bulwark, blocking the incoming ghostly shadows.

No matter how they bit or collided, they could not come a bit closer.

Then, Lu Xuan slowly withdrew his right hand from behind his back, not even completely in motion.

A scorching hot gust rushed forth, instantly igniting the surrounding air, creating visible high-temperature ripples.

Even the light became illusory, the temperature in the chamber suddenly soaring, moisture turning into wisps of white mist rising.

He slightly closed his five fingers, slowly forming a fist, then swung it.

The punch seemed ordinary, without earth-shattering sounds, yet the chamber suddenly trembled violently, spider-web-like cracks sprawling across the floor, dust cascading from the walls.

Meanwhile, a vast, imposing mountain phantom appeared in the void above.

The mountain stood tall and majestic, enveloped in clouds and mist, carrying a majestic aura that suppressed eternity, crashing down from the nine heavens!

The crushing might seemed to freeze space itself.

The ghostly shadows clawing towards the front could not even emit a wail before being instantly crushed by the mountain phantom, dissipating into wisps of black gas.

The roomful of yin violent energy also vanished completely with it.

In the distance, the Red-cloaked Taoist seemed as if struck by a heavy hammer, his entire body violently flying backward, crashing heavily against the cold stone wall, a muffled boom echoing.

He felt as if his head was pierced by thousands of steel needles, waves of excruciating pain swept over him, and darkness encroached his vision.

A dark red bead of blood instantly seeped from his seven orifices, trickling down the Red-cloaked Taoist’s cheek.

His already ferocious face now looked even more terrifying, like a fierce ghost crawling out of hell.

It must be known, this yin violent sorcery was something he had cultivated with his own blood essence and half a lifetime of cultivation, tightly intertwined with his soul and body, considered his most vital, life-tethered magic skill.

Magic skill and body are like vine and root, once the magic skill is forcibly shattered, the backlash will be doubly upon oneself.

This form of damage is several times more intense than external physical attacks, enough to shake his foundation and significantly degrade his cultivation.