C33 – Gate of Life
Qiao Mao was intimately familiar with the aura of the Nether Clan. In his past life, he had spent his entire existence locked in combat with them, enduring numerous bloody battles, driving out legions of Nether Clan troops, and slaying a multitude of their strongest warriors.
This was why the Nether Clan harbored a deep-seated hatred for Qiao Mao, yet they also feared him greatly. He was even bestowed the title Feather Devil Imperial Sovereign by the Nether Clan themselves.
To the Nether Clan, Qiao Mao was the epitome of a demon, a nightmarish figure of unspeakable terror. Merely hearing the name Feather Devil Imperial Sovereign was enough to send shivers down the spines of the weaker Nether Clan People.
“The Nether Clan, what is this race?”
This question echoed in the minds of all present, as they had never encountered the Nether Clan before and knew nothing about them. Puzzlement creased their brows.
Upon witnessing the emergence of black fog and the eerie face concealed within it, everyone was struck by an ominous sensation that left them deeply unsettled.
At that moment, the two Mortality Transcending Level Seven Heaven Martial Dao Great Masters before Qiao Shen exhibited the same phenomenon. They were enveloped in a black aura that birthed a face of horror.
“I no longer need to conceal myself.” The two Nether Clan experts burst into wild laughter as they revealed themselves. Inhabiting human bodies had been a source of great discomfort for them, and they reveled in the liberation from their corporeal confines.
Many guards had already fallen to Qiao Mao and Qiao Shen, and the survivors hastily retreated, their expressions etched with terror. Clearly, they were petrified by the emergence of this unknown entity.
Qiao Shen’s brow was furrowed as he distanced himself from the two Nether Clan Martial Artists, his hands aglow with Spiritual Energy, poised for any threat.
Unlike the other guards, Qiao Shen was not afraid, but his concern was evident. He recognized Qiao Mao’s heightened vigilance towards the Nether Clan.
“Has Mao encountered the Nether Clan before?” Qiao Shen pondered. Yet, to his knowledge, Qiao Mao had never ventured beyond Martial Sun City.
In that strike, Qiao Mao invoked the Army Breaking Archery and subtly employed the Ten-direction Prison Suppressing Technique. The arrow struck the Nether Clan Martial Artist in an instant.
The Nether Clan Martial Artist’s phantom-like form burst into black fog and exploded. Shortly thereafter, his voice echoed once more: “You can’t kill me. No one in all of Martial Sun City can.”
Yet, in that instant, a cold smirk crossed Qiao Mao’s face. He surged forward, a droplet of Blood Essence materializing on his right hand. He aimed at the black fog and bellowed, “Blood Killing!”
“How did you discover my weakness?” the Nether Clan Martial Artist shrieked as the reassembling black fog was utterly obliterated, vanishing completely.
”How could you possibly know the Nether Clan’s vulnerabilities and the methods to counter us?” the stranger inquired in a raspy voice, his face atop the void growing increasingly sinister.
He was profoundly shaken by the turn of events. Qiao Mao’s combat prowess was formidable, and he could repeatedly execute martial skills. Crucially, he was privy to the Nether Clan’s weaknesses and the techniques to suppress them. Should he survive, the Nether Clan would face an unending threat.
“The Nether Clan has exactly nine thousand weaknesses, all of which I’m aware of, not to mention the methods to subdue you. To handle low-ranking Nether Clan members like you, Blood Killing is more than sufficient,” Qiao Mao declared with a chuckle. He had spent his previous life locked in conflict with the Nether Clan, ultimately falling at their hands. His knowledge of the Nether Clan was extensive.
Indeed, within the vast confines of Martial Sun City and the broader Fire Crow Empire, he was the foremost authority on the Nether Clan.
The stranger was utterly astonished. It was no secret that the Nether Clan possessed nine thousand vulnerabilities, yet Qiao Mao was aware of each one. Blood Killing was the typical tactic employed against lower-ranking members of the Nether Clan, but few humans were privy to this knowledge, and even fewer understood the more intricate techniques.
At a mere fifteen years of age, how could Qiao Mao possess such extensive knowledge? The man, a member of the Nether Clan himself, couldn’t help but feel that Qiao Mao had a deeper understanding of the Nether Clan than he did.
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