Supreme Sword Exalt

Chapter 161 - The Glory of My God

Yang Ying flicked his spear, driving it into a Yang family member.

In his dying moments, the man fixed Yang Ying with a venomous glare. “Yang Ying, you...”

Yet Yang Ying remained impassive. His cultivation power surged along the spear, intent on extinguishing the man’s remaining life force.

Just then, the wisps of red mist drifted over, overwhelming Yang Ying with intense crisis. He instinctively released his spirit qi and conjured a spirit light barrier.

His opponent was not so fortunate. The red mist relentlessly drilled into his seven orifices as if having a will of its own. The man trembled violently, swelling up by a full circle, with four bulges on his back. The bulges burst, revealing two pairs of thick, powerful bluish-gray giant arms grotesquely out of proportion with his body.

Seemingly having lost all reason, the man stared blankly at Yang Ying. “My God... Descends... Slaughter... all of you!”

In the next moment, a vertical, red eye appeared between his eyebrows, and a faint red beam shot toward Yang Ying. Before it even reached him, his barrier was already shaking violently.

This is bad!

His heart dropped. Without wasting a second, he withdrew his spear, narrowly avoiding the beam. Something told him he would die on hit.

Not far away, Shen Xuan also stopped his offense, shouting anxiously, “Junior Sister, quick! Protective spirit light! Don’t let this stuff touch you at all, or the consequences will be unimaginable!”

Murong Yan and Meng Xing had long since stopped fighting. Faced with the bizarre red mist that didn’t discriminate between friend and foe, how could they continue their battle?

After conjuring an unusually large barrier, Murong Yan strode over to Shen Xuan with a grave expression. “Senior Brother, these people are a bit like—”

“Zheng Ning!” they said simultaneously.

Exactly, these mutated individuals looked exactly the same as Zheng Ning, just far less powerful.

Before they could continue, Murong Chong rushed over with three other Murong family members, grief-stricken and full of terror.

“Miss, w-what exactly is this thing?!” asked Murong Chong.

Just moments ago, he had personally witnessed several clansmen transforming into those monstrous forms. They were completely bereft of reason, attacking everything on sight.

Murong Chong’s eyes reddened. One moment, they were blood relatives fighting side by side, sharing life and death. The next, they had become such monsters. No one could accept this.

In fact, it wasn’t just the Murong family clansmen. The other three families were even worse off than them. The red mist came too suddenly and quickly. Apart from a few highly alert individuals, almost all the rest had been reduced into those abominations. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Murong Yan’s heart ached as well. “Damn it! What exactly are these things and Zheng Ning?!”

Not far away, Yang Ying swept his spear with great force, repelling the monster before regrouping with the rest. He was slightly out of breath. “Their strength has increased far too much! They are very difficult to deal with!”

Shen Xuan was solemn. “The red mist is identical to what was inside Yang Lin’s bead, only far less domineering and concentrated in power. It’s as if it’s been diluted many times over. Otherwise, there was no way we could withstand it.”

Yang Ying fell silent for a moment, then abruptly asked, “What about him?”

Murong Chong shouted. “Over there!”

In the distance, they could make out Gu Han and Yang Lin amid the drifting red mist, still locked in combat

Yang Ying did not hesitate. “Let’s go help him!”

However, it seemed that the spirit light emanating from them only served as headlights. Nearby mutated monsters charged toward them. There were seven or eight of them.

Yang Ying’s expression changed slightly. “Oh no! Be careful!”

The moment Murong Yan spotted one Murong family clansman among the monsters, her eyes became bloodshot.

Shen Xuan warned her gravely, “Junior Sister, you saw Zheng Ning’s condition that day. He is no longer your clansman. You absolutely must not hold back! Otherwise—”

Murong Yan gritted her teeth. “I know!”

She was the first to charge out.

***

In another area, Meng Xing was also surrounded by three monsters. He roared again and again, blazing with silver light, forcing the monsters to retreat step by step. In contrast to the great commotion he caused, the damage he inflicted was extremely limited.

It wasn’t that his strength was lacking, but under the endless spreading red mist, the monsters regenerated in an instant. He wasn’t given a chance at all. No matter how strong he was, he was helpless.

Suddenly, the three monsters roared in unison. Three eerie red beams crisscrossed, heading straight for him.

Shit! This is bad! Meng Xing’s heart sank. Although he dodged extremely quickly, a beam still grazed him. The blow sent him flying, as though Murong Yan’s hammer had crashed into him.

As his blood and qi churned uncontrollably, he roared angrily, “Yang Lin, forget about him! Get out of here, now!”

The monsters’ strength exceeded his expectations. Even just three had kept his hands full. He didn’t dare think of the consequences if more appeared.

***

In the distance, Gu Han and Yang Lin were each dealing with a monster. Watching the monster charge toward him, Gu Han finally understood why Yang Lin’s bead had felt so familiar. It reminded him of Zheng Ning.

Whether it was the blood bead, the red mist, or Zheng Ning’s bloody aura—all three shared the same origin. Still, he had no time to delve deeper into it now.

The monster kept attacking, roaring the same phrase over and over, “My God... Glory...”

Dwarfed by its four massive hands, it simply used them to support itself on the ground, leaving massive handprints on the bloody earth as it advanced.

Gu Han went grim as he swung his sword down, unleashing eighteen strands of Great Evolution Sword Qi. They transformed into a stream of light, flying straight at the monster.

The mindless monster neither dodged nor evaded, allowing itself to be pierced by over a dozen strands of sword qi. Not even its thick skin and flesh could withstand the sharpness of the sword qi. After sustaining wounds deep enough to reveal bone, its speed instantly slowed.

Nevertheless, just as Gu Han secretly breathed a sigh of relief, another mutation occurred. Wisps of red mist continuously gathered, pouring into the monster’s body. The terrifying, almost-lethal wounds visibly healed at a rapid pace.

Those terrifying wounds on its body, which had nearly claimed its life, began to visibly heal at a rapid pace. The terrifying, near-fatal wounds healed at a speed that made Yang Lin’s Green Wood Spirit Physique seem insignificant.