Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 88 Angel of Death
At 8 p.m., Gao Wu and Song Mingyue sparred in the martial arts hall as usual.

The two men pressed their fists and palms together, their feet moving in unison. Gao Wu felt that his Dragon Palm and swordsmanship had improved, and he was not far from a breakthrough.

In fact, given his foundation, he should have been able to condense source energy, open his acupoints, and advance to the level of a warrior long ago!

He couldn't sense any source energy, which made him doubt his talent for martial arts.

Normally, someone without martial arts talent wouldn't reach this level. However, through the miraculous power of the Book of Boundless Merit, he forcibly boosted his basic attributes.

His physique, strength, and spirit have all exceeded the lower limit of a warrior, yet he still cannot sense the source power, which can only mean that his cultivation method is not yet at a sufficient level.

If one can break through to the minor mastery level of the Nine Forms of the Dragon, one should be able to sense the source energy condensing in the acupoints.

Once he becomes a warrior, his two divine spells will be enough to sweep aside his peers.

Back then, people like Huang Hai were no threat, and Anjing University would have been eager to recruit him; there was no need for an interview at all.

Martial arts masters would all vie to take him on as a disciple, so there's no need to worry about Wan Canglong!

Gao Wu's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, like a stampede of horses or a pack of monkeys running amok. Even with his mental strength, he could not fully concentrate.

"Stop." Song Mingyue noticed that Gao Wu was not in good condition, so she took the initiative to stop and step back.

"Sorry, I suddenly got distracted." Gao Wu apologized. The two of them were practicing their martial arts skills by pushing hands, but he was daydreaming. This was really too unprofessional.

He chuckled dryly and said, "I feel like something's not quite right."

"It's nothing, everyone has their off days." Song Mingyue didn't mind. Gao Wu practiced martial arts very seriously and diligently, and never slacked off for a single day.

It's perfectly normal to occasionally be in a bad state.

Gao Wu asked, "I can't sense the source energy. Would it be better if I switched to the Void Realm?"

The concentration of source energy in the virtual realm is a hundred times that of the real world. Logically speaking, it should be easier to condense source energy there.

“No.” Song Mingyue shook her head. “The levels of source energy in the two realms are different. If you condense source energy in the Void Realm to open up your acupoints, it’s like cheating.”

"The acupoints formed in the virtual realm are not solid and stable enough. When you return to the real world where the source energy level is extremely low, the acupoints will collapse and dissipate."

"It's like breathing oxygen deep underwater, which seems to alleviate your problem, but once you leave the high-pressure environment, your lungs will explode."

"I see." Gao Wu suddenly understood. Song Mingyue's explanation was simple and clear, and he understood it immediately.

Song Mingyue suddenly frowned slightly: "Something is not right."

She looked out the window. The hall was brightly lit, and through the window she could only faintly see the porch light on the main entrance; nothing else was visible.

Gao Wu also tensed up: "What's wrong?"

"It seems to be an aura of the supernatural, mixed with something else..."

A hint of doubt appeared in Song Mingyue's bright phoenix eyes. Suddenly, her expression changed slightly. "Oh no, they're coming for us."

Gao Wu also sensed a sinister, cold, and bloody aura rushing towards him. This aura was somewhat familiar, like the strange spirit of White Scale Lake, but something felt off.

He didn't have time to think and turned to grab his sword. Since he was at home, the Golden Thunderhawk was kept on the second floor. But it was too late; the opponent was too fast.

"Aunt Lan, something's up!" Song Mingyue's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Aunt Lan's ears while she was resting on the second floor.

Aunt Lan was shocked. She couldn't believe that the Wan family would actually dare to make a move in Dongjiang.

Unsure of what was going on, Aunt Lan hurriedly leaped down from the second floor with her sword in hand. She asked Song Mingyue, "What? Should we inform Sister Ning?"

She took out her phone as she spoke, but found that there was no signal, and immediately felt something was wrong.

"The wireless communication is being interfered with..." Aunt Lan's expression also turned serious. "Wired communication won't be interfered with. I'll go upstairs to contact Sister Ning."

As long as we can contact Shen Ning, his martial arts skills are more than enough to resolve the problem.

"It's too late," Song Mingyue said. Before she could finish speaking, a huge floor-to-ceiling window shattered with a crash, sending glittering shards of glass flying everywhere.

A tall, burly man in black barged in.

The other person was wearing a long down jacket, a fur hat, and a mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of gloomy and ruthless eyes.

Gao Wu felt the other person looked familiar. With his current powerful mental strength, keen senses, and quick reflexes, he immediately recognized the person: "Huang Hai!"

The man who barged in was Huang Hai. He glanced at Gao Wu, who was carrying a sword, and sneered, "You're here too. That makes things easier!"

He rushed over following the scent of the Angel of Death, his target being Song Mingyue. He certainly hadn't expected Gao Wu to be there as well.

Last time, Song Chunqiu suddenly launched an attack, wiping out Lü Hongsheng and his men. Huang Hai, however, sensed something was wrong early on, and because of his low social status, he escaped this calamity.

After Lü Hongsheng died, Huang Hai took the alien spirit with him. They had been worshipping this alien spirit for almost two years and had invested a lot of resources to integrate the alien spirit into the Wings of Death.

This weapon, which exists between reality and illusion, can be considered a level four divine weapon, and he really couldn't bear to part with it.

Unexpectedly, when he retrieved Deathwing, he triggered the descent of the Angel of Death, who then used him as a vessel.

The Otherworldly Spirits are the coordinates for drawing upon the divine power of the White Raven King, while Deathwing is a divine weapon forged using the White Raven King's divine power, and also a weapon prepared for the Angel of Death.

Their plan is to use Gao Wu as a vessel to house the Angel of Death. With a physical body, the Angel of Death can unleash the power of a martial arts master in the real world. The Angel of Death will continuously drain the spirit and life force of the possessed person. Gao Wu has a strong body, and with the help of drugs, he can maintain his vitality for a year or two. Even if he dies halfway through, they can simply find another vessel.

If Huang Hai were to carry the Angel of Death, he wouldn't be able to withstand such a massive drain.

After hiding for more than a month, Huang Hai was on the verge of a mental and physical breakdown. In order to satisfy the Angel of Death, he had to kill people frequently, but he still could not control the Angel of Death.

With no other option, Huang Hai had to risk returning to Dongjiang to find his brother's family and temporarily satisfy the Death Angel through the blood and flesh of their shared genes.

Once the pressure from the Angel of Death is temporarily relieved, it will be able to control the Angel of Death, seize Song Mingyue's body, and transfer the Angel of Death away.

Choosing high-level martial arts as a vessel was their idea. However, the arriving Angel of Death had its own choice. Therefore, Huang Hai went directly to find Song Mingyue.

After Lü Hongsheng was eliminated, Huang Hai thought about it for a long time and finally figured out the whole story.

From the moment Song Mingyue fell into Bailin Lake, she must have established a spiritual connection with the alien spirit, which is why Song Chunqiu was attracted to her.

Time is of the essence. This is Dongjiang; if things escalate, he'll have a hard time escaping. He must deal with Song Mingyue and that female warrior as soon as possible. As for Gao Wu, he's not worth worrying about.

Huang Hai looked at Song Mingyue, this bright and exquisite young woman, her expression calm, her beautiful phoenix eyes bright and sharp, and she showed no fear at all.

On the contrary, the middle-aged female warrior held a long sword, her face full of vigilance and her eyes showing a hint of tension.

“Song Chunqiu killed my brothers and sisters in the Divine Cult. Today, I offer you as a sacrifice to the Angel of Death as retribution,” Huang Hai said to Song Mingyue in a sinister tone.

Song Mingyue said softly, "Retribution is a Buddhist concept. The White Crow King said that death and cold are eternal, the final destination of all living beings. There is no such thing as retribution. You don't even understand the doctrine, no wonder you don't receive the favor of the demon god."

Huang Hai's expression changed. He could disregard other things, but he could not tolerate anything that involved his faith in the White Crow King.

Normally, the White Crow King's divine power would hardly enter the real world, let alone pay attention to a mere believer like him.

However, faith must not be desecrated!
Huang Hai was almost ready, and he immediately activated Deathwing.

Stimulated by Huang Hai's spiritual power, Deathwing transformed into two snow-white wings that stretched out behind him. The Death Angel, who was temporarily residing in Deathwing, was also stimulated.

A white phantom with a bird's head and a human body appeared above Huang Hai's head, and Deathwing naturally merged into the Angel of Death.

The main problem is that Huang Hai has no way to control the Angel of Death, so he can only indirectly activate it through the level 4 divine weapon, Deathwing.

The whole process seemed complicated, but in fact, Huang Hai had already completed the preparations while he was talking to Gao Wu. Before he finished speaking, the Angel of Death had already appeared.

Aunt Lan refrained from making the first move out of caution. Although she did not recognize Huang Hai, she could sense the evil and bloody aura emanating from him, confirming that he must be a follower of the Demon God.

Regardless of who the other party is looking for, it's not advisable to act rashly in the current situation. Delaying the process will be more advantageous for them.

Upon seeing the emerging angel of death, Aunt Lan realized something was wrong. She raised her sword to attack, but the angel of death spread its wings, tilted its head back, and opened its mouth to shriek.

The powerful mental impact indiscriminately covered Aunt Lan, Song Mingyue, and Gao Wu.

Aunt Lan, a mid-level warrior, felt a sharp pain between her eyebrows, as if an invisible ice spike had pierced her brain. Her concentrated spiritual power was directly destroyed by the cold and chilling force.

Not only was he unable to gather source power, but his consciousness was also severely impacted. In an instant, his mind went blank, and he stood frozen in place, unable to make any movements or reactions.

Gao Wu was also stunned by the violent mental shock. He felt as if his brain was frozen into a lump and then crushed into pieces. Even his consciousness was frozen.

The mental shock also activated the Yin spirit deep within Gao Wu's brow. His frozen consciousness naturally shifted to the Yin spirit. This allowed him to fully regain his senses, escape the powerful mental shock, and regain control of his body.

A sharp, piercing whistle reached Gao Wu's ears at the same time, and an extremely sharp silver halo also appeared in his eyes.

"It's the Frost Moon Sword!" Gao Wu immediately realized, and a sharp silver halo shot out from behind him, which must have been activated by Song Mingyue.

He had always felt that there was something wrong with Song Mingyue not carrying a firearm. Someone as smart as her should know how convenient firearms are as a means of long-range attack.

In the critical moment, Gao Wu finally witnessed Xiao Song's true strength.

The Frost Moon Sword, formed from the silver bracelet, appeared small, but actually weighed nearly ten kilograms. Gao Wu noticed that Song Mingyue frequently switched wrists when wearing it to avoid muscle imbalance in her left and right hands due to prolonged weight-bearing.

Gao Wu was both surprised and delighted. With the weight of the Frost Moon Sword and the terrifying speed of its spinning attack, it could definitely tear Huang Hai to shreds.

Huang Hai was horrified. This girl's mental strength was too strong. Not only could she block the ice storm released by the Angel of Death, but she also had the strength to unleash a long-range sword attack. It was truly terrifying!
He considered himself to have strong mental power, and with the blessing of the White Raven King's divine power, his mental strength was comparable to that of a high-ranking warrior. Only then could he barely control Deathwing.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingyue's mental strength was stronger and more solid than his!

Huang Hai knew he couldn't withstand this attack, and he didn't have time to think. He could only unleash Death Wings with all his might to drive Death Angel.

As expected, the Death Angel reacted to the stimulus. With a flap of its phantom-like white wings, it took the initiative to meet the swirling silver halo.

Deathwing's wings crossed to block the silver halo, but with a loud bang, the snow-white wings suddenly broke and shattered, and the silver halo also burst out with lightning, its fierce and sharp momentum slowing down.

The bird-headed, human-bodied angel of death reached out and grasped the silver halo, which instantly transformed into a long, slender silver sword.

The incredibly sharp Frost Moon Sword was still buzzing and trembling, struggling, but it could not break free from the Death Angel's phantom-like hand.

The angel of death, suspended in mid-air, is elusive in form yet seems to possess an inviolable, all-encompassing divinity!
Huang Hai looked at Song Mingyue across from him. The girl's face was pale, and the light in her bright eyes had dimmed, no longer possessing the previous brightness and sharpness.

His dark face was contorted with ferocity and savagery. If it weren't for the powerful Death Angel blocking the flying sword, he would have been finished.

Song Mingyue, damn it!

(End of this chapter)