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Chapter 246 Bloodbath in Blunt Weapon Valley [Part 5]

The disciples of Blunt Weapon Valley couldn't hide their jealousy. Although they didn't dare to stand up and fight Feng Ling one-on-one, they were still very pleased to see him being surrounded and in danger by the four elders.

"Bang, bang bang!" In the metal storm, five figures passed each other, and explosions were released as the weapons clashed. The fierce energy aftershocks made the formation teeter on the brink of collapse.

The disciples who were forming the hand seals turned pale and trembled violently, as if they had been struck by lightning. They gritted their teeth and persevered to prevent the formation from collapsing.

"Roar—" Suddenly, amidst the metal storm, a ferocious white dragon, ten zhang in size, let out a deafening roar, followed by the explosion of the entire formation.

"Pfft—pfft pfft..." The aftershocks of the explosion swept outwards like ocean waves, and all those affected coughed up blood and were seriously injured.

Some disciples of Blunt Weapon Valley were already severely injured and suffered backlash from the broken formation. When they were further affected by the energy wave of the explosion, they were powerless to resist and beyond saving. They only lasted for three seconds before turning into ashes amidst terrifying and shrill screams.

"Pfft—" At the eye of the storm, the thick dust slowly dissipated, revealing a clear sky. Four aged figures stood in mid-air with an astonishing aura. The man in purple knelt between the horns of the white dragon, holding a spear. Bloodstains could be faintly seen at the corners of his mouth.

The difference in skill between the two is immediately apparent!
The disciples of Blunt Weapon Valley were startled, their eyes gleaming with intense excitement. But before they could even cheer, the purple-robed man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly rose, and looked at the crowd with a cold smile.

In another battle zone, Gu Jie and his companions, who were secretly observing the situation, had a slight change in expression, and a bad premonition rose in their hearts.

"Condense!" Feng Ling brought two fingers to his lips and uttered a single word. Immediately, the bodies of the four old men were covered by a layer of eerie frost from top to bottom. In an instant, they became four ice sculptures exuding a chilling aura.

The disciples held their breath, staring blankly at this awe-inspiring scene, as if all the surrounding disturbances and sounds of fighting had vanished.

"Disperse!" An eerie silence fell over the atmosphere. Feng Ling uttered another single word incantation. Under the horrified gazes of the disciples, the four ice sculptures trembled violently, emitting a series of cracking sounds.

Immediately afterwards, the four ice sculptures shattered into ice shards, falling sadly to the ground from the sky. Many of the shards hit the faces of the disciples of Blunt Weapon Valley, drawing blood and making a series of cracking sounds.

"Clang!" Four enormous, out-of-control weapons fell from the sky, crashing into the crowd with the pull of gravity, eliciting screams of agony.

Among the crowd, some had been struck on the leg with a hammer, resulting in a comminuted fracture of the entire leg bone; some had been hit on the head with a stick, leaving them bruised, swollen, and with their front teeth broken; and some had been hit on the head with a stick, their heads shrinking away like turtles.

The most unfortunate was the disciple who was struck in the forehead by an axe blow from mid-air. He not only died instantly, but also frightened two or three of his companions nearby to death. "Ah—" Hot blood gushed out from the crack in the skull split open by the axe, and several gruesome corpses fell to the ground one after another, their faces still showing traces of terror.

The situation on the field changed drastically, and a commotion and gasps arose from the crowd. Feng Ling calmly watched this scene, and with a thought, he summoned back the four weapons that reeked of blood and put them into his possession.

"Young White Dragon, stop! If you dare to attack any of my valley's elite disciples today, I will use a forbidden technique, even at the cost of severe injury and backlash, to make you wish you were dead!"

A dragon roared in mid-air, its white whiskers fluttering, its narrow pupils fixed on the ground below. Its gleaming scales shone brightly in the early morning sun, exuding an aura of extreme danger.

"Extreme Yin Cold Flame, appear!" Feng Ling glanced coldly at Gu Jie and the others who were shouting in anger, completely ignoring their threats. He simultaneously released the Fire-Tipped Spear and the Red Diamond Whip from his hands.

The next moment, cries of agony filled the air.

The eerie, chilling flames formed thick walls of death, devouring and blocking any disciples of Blunt Weapon Valley who attempted to escape.

The colors within the Wall of the Dead are distinct. On the left side, a fire-tipped spear is drawn by the aura of a white dragon, leaving behind only severed limbs and mutilated remains.

On the right side, a crimson streak, like a rampaging serpent, hissed and raged, mercilessly reaping lives and drinking blood with abandon.

In the middle of the air, Feng Ling formed a claw and crushed five heads in a row, then descended step by step with a sinister smile.

"Ah—" Blood dripped down his five fingers, and screams filled the air. Feng Ling closed his eyes, revealing a look of enjoyment and intoxication.

It seemed that only such a strong smell of blood could temporarily dilute the deep-seated, unforgettable grief that he had buried in his heart.

"A demon! No... a devil, he must be a devil!" It's unclear who was first driven mad by terror, their psychological defenses crumbling, and they led the way, scurrying towards the wall of fire...

Every time a baby hatches, it's a new beginning!
Life is not sustained by hope; rather, hope arises from perseverance… Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages present a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)