Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 59 The blood-red moon illuminates all rivers! (Together)

"May he be executed by a thousand deaths!!"

As Ren's magnetic voice echoed through the forest, it seemed as if the earth itself trembled, and an invisible pressure swept over.

At that moment, his shattered sword seemed to be given new life, instantly transforming into thousands of sword energies and shadows, like the dawn breaking through the darkness of the forest.

Countless crescent-shaped sword energies, carrying the crimson light of the spider lily totem, illuminated the entire forest like moonlight shining across rivers.

That crimson light, like flames from hell, burned away everything in its path. Even the blazing sun paled in comparison to this insane finishing move.

At this moment, the blade in the air, with its blood-red eyes as sharp as a cheetah, could only vaguely catch a glimpse of the black figure moving rapidly beneath the tree.

Tang Hao's figure moved like a ghost through the woods, deliberately choosing to go into the densest areas, trying to use the complex terrain to escape Ren's pursuit.

Faced with Tang Hao's cunning and agility, Ren merely curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

His "Great Death" is not a simple linear attack, but an all-around AoE attack. No matter how Tang Hao tries to hide, he cannot escape the omnipresent sword energy.

"You think you can escape my grasp like this?"

Blade's playful voice was cold and confident as his hands traced complex trajectories in the air, controlling the flow of countless sword energies.

The crimson sword energy poured down on every corner of the forest like a storm, severing trees in half and shredding branches and leaves. The entire forest seemed to have undergone an apocalyptic baptism at that moment.

Tang Hao, the black figure moving rapidly under the tree, seemed to be swallowed up by this power and disappeared into the torrent of sword energy.

Tang Hao fled hurriedly ahead, his steps steady, but his heart was in turmoil.

He never imagined that Blade would unleash such a powerful attack without hesitation, just to kill him.

As a titled Douluo, his intuition told him that this sudden pursuit was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

His eyes were as dark as water, and wherever his gaze fell, the once lush and green road was now covered by countless blood-red rays of death.

The sword energy behind him was like a net of death, layer upon layer, dense and impenetrable, as if declaring to him: the path to survival has been cut off, and the shadow of death is rapidly approaching.

The so-called omen of impending death!

At this moment, Tang Hao did not pay much attention to this move. He thought it was just a repeat of the battle a few months ago, and with his strength, blocking or avoiding such an attack should be a piece of cake.

However, this time, he may have underestimated his opponent.

Suddenly, in the instant he fled, Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply, and his body trembled involuntarily.

This trembling was like the instinctive reaction of a living being when faced with extreme fear. Even a titled Douluo like him could not completely suppress this innate fear.

At this moment, Tang Hao finally truly felt the aura of the blade, a powerful and suffocating sense of oppression.

He was utterly shocked and could not believe the reality before him.

This time, the power of the moves that Blade unleashed was many times stronger than the one he had fought a few months ago!

"What incredible power!"

Tang Hao's breathing almost stopped at that moment. His heart was pounding like a drum, and each beat seemed to remind him that the shadow of death was constantly approaching.

He could feel that each approach of those countless crimson sword energies was like the Grim Reaper's scythe gently grazing his ear, the icy chill penetrating to his very bones.

An unprecedented sense of crisis surged in Tang Hao's heart!

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and every breath Tang Hao took felt like inhaling a cold blade.

His eyes were no longer calm and profound, but filled with terror and disbelief. He never imagined that the blade's power could increase to such a terrifying level in such a short time.

How is that possible?!

As Tang Hao fled at top speed, he sensed the aura of the blade, and a desperate fear spread through his heart like a tide, quickly permeating every cell of his body.

His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, each beat accompanied by unspeakable pain.

His mind was in complete chaos; he couldn't believe it was real.

How could Blade's strength have improved so drastically in just a few months? This change is simply beyond his understanding of the martial arts system in the Douluo World!

"Could it be that he was able to become a Title Douluo at the age of seven?!" Tang Hao was filled with shock and disbelief.

When he first saw the blade, he felt his Douluo indigenous martial arts system concept was shattered. Now, those shattered concepts seem to be repeatedly pressed and rubbed on the ground, almost turning into powder.

At this moment, Tang Hao truly realized how foolish and ridiculous his rash idea—to beat up Ren and see how deep he was—was.

He had even considered investigating Ren's background and, if it wasn't anything serious, simply killing him.

Now that I think about it, if I waited until he found out everything, Ren would probably have already become a Title Douluo, and I would have become prey delivered to his door, and I would have been killed the moment I showed my face!

"How naive I was!" Tang Hao thought to himself, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

boom! !

Suddenly, just as Tang Hao was terrified by the exponential increase in the blade's power in a short period of time, a blood-red moon-shaped sword aura exploded beside him! The light of that sword aura was like the brightest star in the night sky, instantly illuminating the corner of the forest.

The massive energy surge exploded like a bomb, instantly shattering the trees Tang Hao had used to shield his vision from the blade into fragments! Wood chips flew everywhere, leaves scattered, and the entire scene resembled the apocalypse.

Tang Hao was instantly affected by the impact, and his body lost its balance like a kite with a broken string.

He had to adjust his posture at the last second and forcibly change his route to avoid the deadly sword energy.

Having narrowly dodged a sword strike, Tang Hao turned and glanced behind him. He saw the afterimage of a spider lily left by the explosion, its alluring petals swaying in the air as if mocking his powerlessness and despair.

At this moment, Tang Hao had no interest in appreciating the so-called beauty of the afterimage of the other shore flower; in his eyes, it was nothing more than a terrifying symbol.

His heart clenched suddenly, and he felt a deep sense of impending doom.

"Is this...his power?" Tang Hao's breathing became rapid, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

At this moment, Tang Hao was like prey being chased by a cheetah, not daring to linger for even a moment.

That blood-red moon-shaped sword aura was only a display of its power. Even without turning around, he could feel countless sword auras, like deadly arrows, rapidly approaching him!

Tang Hao, whose injuries had not yet healed, knew in his heart that he could not confront the blade head-on, at least not now was the time.

A surge of impotent rage welled up within him. At that moment, he only regretted that he wasn't an agility-type Soul Master, lacking the speed to easily escape the pursuit.

Soon, countless crimson moon-shaped sword energies poured down like a torrential rain, frantically striking Tang Hao as he dodged and weaved in all directions.

The density of the sword energy was so great that it seemed to turn the entire forest into scorched earth.

Bang bang bang!

The explosions from the falling sword energy rose and fell, deafening and resounding. Each explosion was like a death knell tolling in Tang Hao's heart, reminding him of his impending death.

At this critical moment of life and death, Tang Hao's nine spirit rings lit up instantly, their dazzling light standing out brilliantly in the dark forest.

At the same time, he took out the Haotian Hammer, that legendary weapon, which looked even more ancient and powerful against the backdrop of blood-red sword energy.

While wielding the Clear Sky Hammer to counter the deadly sword energy, Tang Hao was also busy dodging.

Every movement he made was full of power and agility; in his hands, the Haotian Hammer seemed to have transformed into a protective barrier for life.

Each hammer blow precisely shattered the approaching sword energy, but amidst the raging tide of sword energy, his defense appeared so fragile.

Tang Hao's breathing became heavier and heavier, his physical strength being rapidly depleted in the high-speed escape and constant fighting.

At this point, Tang Hao had completely lost his sense of direction. He was like a headless fly, running blindly through the forest.

The air was filled with the aura of sword blades, and the invisible pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He even completely lost track of the blade's location, a feeling that made him feel as if he were in a maze, surrounded by traps and dangers.

After a frantic dodge, Tang Hao finally managed to temporarily shake off most of the sword energy's pursuit.

He stopped, panting, and realized that his clothes had been torn to pieces by the sword energy, leaving almost no intact fabric on his body.

His skin, exposed to the air, was covered in wounds, as if telling the story of the harrowing experience he had just had.

Suddenly, a hot, tingling sensation spread across his arm like a snake's tongue. Only then did Tang Hao realize that he had been struck by sword energy without even realizing it!

The fresh blood gushed out like a spring, staining his clothes and the world before him.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and gripped the Haotian Hammer in his hand even tighter, forcibly suppressing the urge to fight the blade to the death.

He knew that now was not the time for a direct confrontation; he had to remain calm in order to find a chance to escape.

In an instant, a thought flashed through Tang Hao's mind: this guy has probably only made this one move, and he definitely can't catch up now.

This idea greatly relieved his fear, which had just begun to subside.

He hid in the shadow of a tattered hat, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and muttered to himself:

"Heh, damn kid, you're still too green."

Tang Hao's voice was low, but it was full of provocation and disdain. He thought he had successfully shaken off the blade.

It happened so suddenly!

As soon as Tang Hao finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and an invisible sense of oppression enveloped his heart as if it were a tangible thing.

A ghostly and amused laugh, as if coming from the underworld, suddenly rang out in front of him, like a cold wind blowing past his ear.

The maniacal laughter, like the cry of an owl in the silent night sky, carried a chilling, eerie sound.

"We've found a weakness."

The mockery and sarcasm in the sudden sound of the blade made Tang Hao's heart race, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. His pupils contracted sharply, and all the muscles in his body tensed to the extreme.

Tang Hao was instantly overwhelmed by immense fear; he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

"Hehehehehehe!"

The laughter echoed through the woods, startling a flock of birds that scattered in panic.

Tang Hao's heart was filled with fear. As a titled Douluo, he felt powerless in the face of this sudden attack.

As a Title Douluo, his reaction speed was extremely fast. Almost at the same time as the laughter rang out, he raised his right arm, hastily blocking the attack. He had no idea just how terrifying this attack was.

But he didn't have time to think. Instinctively, he raised his right arm, trying to block the fatal blow. The veins on his arm bulged, and the muscles were clearly defined, demonstrating his immense strength.

However, the owner of that laughter, the figure wielding the broken sword, seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space. The laughter still echoed in their ears when he appeared like a ghost to Tang Hao's right. His speed was astonishing.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips, his eyes flashing with madness and bloodlust—a mockery of Tang Hao, and a fervent passion for battle.

His fragmented sword, strengthened by self-mutilation, shimmered with a chilling crimson light, seemingly containing boundless destructive power.

With a flash of sword light, a blood-red moon streaked across the air, accompanied by a sharp sound as it sliced ​​through the air, heading straight for Tang Hao's right arm, which he had raised in a panic.

This sword strike was unstoppable, filled with decisiveness and ruthlessness, as if it would tear apart all of Tang Hao's defenses.

boom!!!

"ah!!!"

Tang Hao's screams mingled with the sound of the explosion, creating a terrifying symphony that echoed through the forest, sending chills down one's spine.

The instant the sword struck, a powerful surge of energy erupted, as if a long-accumulated volcano had finally erupted.

The shockwave from the explosion far exceeded Blade's expectations; the force was like a raging beast, ravaging everything around it.

Ren felt a tremendous force coming from the tip of the sword, and his body involuntarily flew backward with this force.

A look of astonishment flashed across his face; he clearly hadn't expected his attack to provoke such a violent reaction.

His body traced an arc in the air, his clothes fluttering, like a dancing ghost.

Everything around was affected by this force, and the earth seemed to tremble.

The dust and debris kicked up from the explosion's epicenter were like a sandstorm that blotted out the sky, shrouding everything in a hazy gray.

The trees were shaken so badly they were on the verge of falling, and branches and leaves were falling everywhere, creating a very messy scene.

Once the shockwave subsided slightly, Ren steadied himself, held the broken sword, and slowly walked towards the center of the swirling smoke.

His steps were firm and composed. Although the explosion had just surprised him, his goal remained unchanged.

Through the smoke, Ren's vision was somewhat blurred, but he could still sense Tang Hao's faint presence.

Although the aura was weak, it still lingered stubbornly, as if telling a story of unyielding will. A cold smile curled at the corner of Ren's mouth again; he guessed that Tang Hao had already been cut down by his sword, his fate unknown.

"Disappointing."

Blade's voice was low and mocking, his blood-red eyes peering through the smoke, fixed on the center of the explosion, each step seemingly laughing at his opponent's vulnerability.

"hehe."

Another soft laugh rang out, a cold satisfaction emanating from Ren's voice.

His footsteps fell softly on the broken leaves and dust, making no sound, but each step seemed to be striking at Tang Hao's dignity and destiny.

Just then, the system's voice suddenly rang in Blade's mind on the silent battlefield. The mechanical and cold prompt made Blade pause slightly.

[Ding! Tang Hao is so frightened by his host that he's on the verge of a mental breakdown! Role-playing progress increased by 0.7%!!]

[Ding! Tang Hao suffers severe retribution! He directly severed his family's inherited right arm soul bone and fled! He escaped with a severed arm! His role-playing progress increases by another 1%!!]

[Current role-playing progress: 26.27%!!]

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(End of this chapter)