C8 Night of death

This was a battle without any suspense, and also with certain death, but Hong Ling knew that he could not retreat. He looked at the figures gathered behind him, the blood in their chests boiling with extreme anger.

Lifting his sword, he pointed at the bandit leader and lightly tapped his foot on the ground. His entire person had already swept out, Hong Ling had not completed his awakening, but the Primordial Spirit and its body made from the Ancestor's blood was already extremely powerful.

Clang! The sounds of metal clashing were deafening.

The horse under the bandit leader was actually shattered by the powerful impact and fell to its knees on the ground.

"Kid, who are you to have innate superhuman strength to be able to break four limbs of my Black Mountain Thief, Zhang Yan's Colt Dragon Colt!"

Zhang Yan jumped down from the black steed. Without looking back, he waved his saber and killed the moaning steed in an instant.

"Hidden Dragon Village, Hong Ling!"

The sword in the youth's hand trembled once more, then flashed out again as the sword pierced straight towards the center of the youth's brows.

Seeing that he was about to attack again, Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with disdain. As the leader of the Black Mountain Bandit Group, he was originally a cultivator at the early stage of Essence Refinement into Qi.

However, how could Hong Ling care about Zhang Yan's thoughts? All of the strength in his body was focused on the sword, although he had not awoken, but with his powerful physical body, he was actually able to resist Zhang Yan's large blade.

Two people, one in white, one in black, one with a sword and one with a sword, battled each other. The battle was incredibly intense.

At the same time that Hong Ling and Zhang Yan were fighting, the Iron Ox also joined the battle once again. However, there were still Awakened ones among the bandits that managed to completely block's attack.

With a loud roar, he used all his might to heavily injure his opponent. He thrust the spear in his hand into his opponent's chest, and his right hand was actually chopped off.

Wherever he went, the people would turn upside down, but no matter how strong he was, he was still a youth who had just awoken. He did not even have the cultivation of Essence Refinement into Qi, and very quickly, he was submerged by the crowd, and died under the random blades.

Hong Ling forcefully closed his eyes, and could not bear to look at his surroundings anymore. Even though he knew of this tragic ending, only when he truly entered into it did he feel a wave of despair from the bottom of his heart.

The longsword in his hand was like a bolt of lightning as it flew up and down. As a person of two lifetimes, his swordsmanship had improved tremendously compared to the previous world. Wherever he passed, blood would spurt out from the chest of the bandits, and their heads would fly into the air.

Despite possessing the body of an ancestor and a long period of strength, he could not withstand the numbers, nor could he endure the increasing number of wounds on his body. The dizziness from the loss of blood made Hong Ling's eyes blur, he knew that he was about to reach his limit.

Zhang Yan furiously watched as Hong Ling continuously killed his subordinates in the middle of the crowd. The party of nearly fifty people that he originally brought along, currently only had less than twenty people left.

Although the remaining elites were all elites, to a bandit leader like Zhang Yan, this was undoubtedly slicing his flesh.

More than half of the dead bandits were killed by this young man. His technique was very clean and he didn't waste any time. He was like a demon that took away all of their lives wherever he went.

"What kind of monster is he?"

A bandit trembled as he looked at the blood-soaked youth. Even someone as cruel as him couldn't imagine how cold-blooded this youth was.

Hong Ling was like an unconscious ghost. No matter how heavy his injuries were, there was not the slightest hint of weariness on his body.

The youth was now a cruel demon. He was cruel to his enemies and also to himself.

Kacha! A crack appeared on the sword blade in Hong Ling's hand.

Very quickly, as he continuously slashed and killed, the second and third cracks appeared one after the other. However, Hong Ling still did not care.

With a bang, the sword finally shattered into a pile of metal pieces. Hong Ling expressionlessly stabbed the half of the sword in his hand into the eye of a bandit.

"Twentieth!"

The youth kicked the corpse away and coldly stared at the remaining bandits. He looked at the strongest, Zhang Yan, and was so shocked that the bandit leader took a step back. He looked at the others and hastily avoided them.

The original team of fifty only had less than twenty people left.

A sense of weakness slowly spread throughout his entire body. In the end, Hong Ling was still missing a strand of Authentic Qi's support. He knelt on one knee, and coldly looked at the bandits who had stopped in their tracks, and laughed in disdain.

"What? The dignified Black Mountain Thief is actually afraid of this unarmed youth?"

A bandit bravely rushed forward, the sword in his hand directly thrusting towards the youth's chest, causing Hong Ling to struggle to move his body, dodging the sword that pierced his heart, allowing the cold sword's tip to pierce through his shoulder blade.

The bandit was overjoyed. Although he was unable to stab the devil-like youth to death, he had heavily injured Hong Ling.

He turned around and was about to take credit for his achievement when the longsword in his hand suddenly tightened. A burst of energy suddenly exploded through his longsword and tore at the blade, dragging his body over.

Hong Ling grabbed onto the sharp sword with one hand and pulled fiercely, allowing the sword to pierce through his shoulder blade and pierce through his body.

He took advantage of this to close the distance between him and the bandit and quickly got up. With one hand around the bandit's neck, he lowered his head and fiercely bit down.

The scarlet blood gushed out, wetting Hong Ling's face. The youth turned a deaf ear, greedily devouring the blazing blood, as if he was a demon from hell.

The bandit struggled but soon lost consciousness. He straightened his body and finally stopped moving.

Hong Ling stood up shakily, his mouth full of blood. The youth reached out, grabbed the sword hilt that was now embedded in his shoulder and slowly pulled it out.

Zhang Yan looked at Hong Ling coldly, a baleful aura flashed past her eyes, and in a flash, the blade in her hand had already cut open the young lad's lower abdomen, and flew out from his body.

Bang, Hong Ling's body, like a sack, heavily fell on the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust.

"Throw him into the well beside the altar, sprinkle the black dog blood on top of it, and then cover it with a giant boulder. I will make his soul never be able to turn over again, to comfort the souls of my brothers who died in his hands!"

He was truly afraid. This young man was like a nightmare that had just walked out of the abyss, and he had completely stunned these bandits who were licking the blood from their mouths.

"Boss, he doesn't seem to be completely dead. Should we make up for it with another sword attack?"

A bandit asked coldly as he pulled out a sword that had not been completely unsheathed from the youth's shoulder blade.

"No need, just do as I say!"

Zhang Yan waved his hand. Ignoring the others, he turned around and mounted his horse, leaving.

The remaining bandits looked at each other in dismay. Finally, they didn't pierce the young man's broken body with their weapons. They carried him to the dry well beside the altar and threw him down.

Hong Ling landed heavily at the bottom of the dry well. His originally weak consciousness darkened, then finally passed out.

Suddenly, a stream of salty blood fell from the well and dripped onto his body. The youth's slightly open mouth had also been filled with some. Soon, the entire well had been covered by a huge rock.

In the darkness, Hong Ling's body actually slowly emitted a dark golden light. The dark red black dog blood was torn apart by an invisible force and dragged into his body.

The wounds that were originally deep enough to see bone were slowly healing themselves. They slowly contracted and scabbed, stopping the blood from seeping out.

After an unknown period of time, Hong Ling finally woke up. He was still incredibly weak, to the point where the wounds on his body had yet to completely heal.

There was still not much soul power left in the Divine Court. Hong Ling's consciousness spread out, and finally confirmed that the Black Mountain Bandits had left completely.

He looked at the huge rock above him and let out a bitter laugh. Even if his injuries were healed, he would still not be able to get out of the well.

The weight of that enormous boulder was something that even he had been unable to lift before he had been injured, much less now, when his body was on the verge of death.

His fist hatefully smashed onto the stone wall of the dry well before him. With a hualala sound, the stone wall was instantly penetrated by his fist, revealing a pitch black tunnel made out of rocks. Hong Ling released the soul power from the Divine Palace, and then, entered into the deep tunnel.

"Hmm? At the end of this tunnel, there is a faint sense of vitality! "

Hong Ling, who had sensed the abnormality in his body, was overjoyed. What he needed the most right now was this life force, the youth was completely sure, this life force was very weak, but it could completely satisfy his ancestor's body. As long as he swallowed it, he was confident that he would be able to completely recover from his injuries.

As he slowly moved his body, Hong Ling slowly moved in the pitch black tunnel. The sharp rocks cut open many bloody wounds on his skin, but he did not care about those, as compared to fighting with the bandits, he could completely ignore these minor injuries.

Finally, a trace of soft light appeared before his eyes and Hong Ling arrived at the end of the tunnel while panting heavily. Suddenly, a natural karst cave appeared before his eyes.

Countless crystals that flickered with gentle light were embedded on the roof of the cave, continuously sprinkling down warm rays of light.

The boy's body was currently trembling uncontrollably and his pale face was full of shock. In the focus of his pupils, a huge creature was slowly taking shape, its blurry outline slowly becoming clear.

The huge ancient altar hung in the sky above the abyss, and as it lied there, its majesty was like a god that came from above the nine heavens. The might of the heavens emitted from its body, and even after a long time, it still did not wear down even a single bit.

It was as if the scales were made of gold and were still emitting a bright halo of light, covering its body. On its sharp claws, there were five toes agilely. From its back all the way to its tail, a strand of golden mane spread out like golden raging flames.

The beautiful coral like horn pierced through the sky and stood on top of its head. Its scarlet eyes shined with a warm yet majestic brilliance. Between its two jaws, there were two slender beards that were slowly drifting about.

Gurgle, Hong Ling swallowed his saliva and stared at the altar in the center of the cave nervously. The pressure was surging — — Five-clawed Golden Dragon!