Chapter 232 - Chapter 232: Chapter 232: The Bloody Longsword

Chapter 232: Chapter 232: The Bloody Longsword

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Everyone turned their attention at the sound, only to see a red sword embedded in the broad back of the Lizard Demon Beast.

Half of the sword pierced into the Lizard Demon Beast’s body. The other half, along with the hilt, was exposed. The beast was so large that the sword seemed inconspicuous embedded in it.

Logically speaking, such a sword shouldn’t affect the Lizard Demon Beast, yet for reasons unknown, it remained lodged in its back for what seemed like years, impossible for the beast to dislodge.

“This sword must be a treasure!” Fang Lin exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

However, the Lizard Demon Beast appeared extremely ferocious, continuously launching attacks at everyone. Luckily, its massive size made its movements relatively clumsy. Otherwise, the people present might have suffered severe casualties.

Even so, everyone was chased hither and thither by the Lizard Demon Beast in a most lamentable state, not daring to confront it directly.

“Ah!”

A Pill Sect Disciple who was too slow to dodge was trampled by the Lizard Demon Beast, turned instantly into a pulpy mess, dead in a horribly gruesome way.

Seeing this, everyone was shivering with fright. The Lizard Demon Beast was simply too powerful, and the area too narrow–one could easily be trampled to death in a fit of rage.

Yang Pojun roared, his golden long spear lashed out and harshly stabbed into one of the Lizard Demon Beast’s legs.

But the next moment, Yang Pojun was repelled with a spray of fresh blood from his mouth, his face filled with shock.

“A Three Transformations Realm Demon Beast! It’s beyond our strength!” Yang Pojun shouted out loud.

Hearing this, everyone was aghast. Some faces showed clear signs of terror and despair.

A Three Transformations Realm Demon Beast is equivalent to a Heavenly Origin Realm Martial Artist, something absolutely beyond their abilities to contend with.

And due to the Demon Beast’s racial advantage they were normally about 30% stronger than a Martial Artist of their equivalent realm.

Amongst everyone, Yang Pojun was the strongest, yet he too was repelled by the Lizard Demon Beast, blood spraying from his mouth, demonstrating the immense strength of the beast.

Qing Jianzi, gripping the Ancient Wandering Dragon Sword in his hand with a grave expression on his face, suddenly rushed towards the Lizard Demon Beast.

Simultaneously, the Wandering Dragon Sword shone brilliantly. Qing Jianzi’s face turned pale, his inner strength pouring crazily into the sword.

An overwhelming aura that of a True Dragon suddenly filled the air. Behind Qing Jianzi, it seemed as though a real dragon, winding and soaring, was beginning to emerge.

The massive lizard let out a frightened roar, its huge body actually retreating repeatedly, seemingly very afraid of the charging Qing Jianzi.

Upon seeing this, Qing Jianzi immediately advised everyone to hurry away. Although his move was powerful, its effects were not sustainable and he was certain that the Lizard Demon Beast would soon recover.

Everyone immediately took advantage of this opportunity to quickly escape by skirting around the huge lizard, hugging the stone wall and exiting from the other side.

“Fang Lin, what are you waiting for? Hurry up!” Seeing Fang Lin standing motionless at his original spot, Qing Jianzi shouted urgently.

Fang Lin shook his head, his expression serious. Not far away, Yang Pojun gave Qing Jianzi a glance and made a fist salute towards him: “Take care!”

He then immediately followed everyone else and made his exit.

Qing Jianzi’s face was pale. Despite the impressive display of the Wandering Dragon Sword, the inner strength it consumed was horrifying. At this moment, Qing Jianzi was nearly at his limit and soon his inner strength would be completely exhausted.

“Fang Lin, I can’t hold this move too much longer. You should leave with the others quickly, or neither of us will be able to get away!” Qing Jianzi’s body swayed slightly, his face filled with urgency.

Fang Lin frowned, remaining silent, then suddenly sprang into motion.

Fang Lin quickly moved, performing the Nine Heavens Step Skill and simultaneously swallowing a pill.

Immediately, all signs of his presence completely vanished, as if he were a lifeless puppet, devoid of any vitality.

“What are you doing? Do you want to get yourself killed?” Qing Jianzi exclaimed in shock when he saw Fang Lin suddenly leap onto the body of the Lizard Demon Beast.

“Wait for me to pull out that sword!” Without turning around, Fang Lin shouted and then rapidly advanced towards the back of the Lizard Demon Beast.

Even stranger was that the Lizard Demon Beast seemed as if it was blind, completely ignorant of Fang Lin’s presence, allowing him to freely move on its body.

Qing Jianzi was amazed. Fang Lin was indeed audacious, even daring to aim for that sword.

In reality, Fang Lin made such a move with great confidence. He had observed this Lizard Demon Beast for a long time and found that its eyes were totally useless.

Perhaps it had lived too long in this dark dungeon or perhaps it had suffered a heavy blow in the past – the eyes of the Lizard Demon Beast were simply decorative, it could no longer see anything.

All its previous attacks were made by relying on its sense of smell to judge its position.

The pill Fang Lin had taken was called Stealth Pill. As the name implies, after taking it, he could conceal his own presence, making the Lizard Demon Beast unable to detect his existence.

Of course, Fang Lin was somewhat nervous, but he didn’t have time to ponder much. He had to seize this opportunity and take a chance.

Qing Jianzi’s Wandering Dragon Sword could still last for a while. While the ferocity of the Lizard Demon Beast was suppressed, Fang Lin had to get that sword. If not, once the raging Lizard Demon Beast went berserk, it would tear them both apart.

As he sprinted, Fang Lin finally arrived at the location of the crimson longsword. When he was close, he realized the extraordinary nature of the sword. The thick stench of blood choked him, but what made it even more terrifying was the sense of bewitching evil it emanated.

This is an evil sword, was Fang Lin’s first thought.

But at this moment, there was no time to delay. Clenching his teeth, Fang Lin put on black gloves, walked forward, and gripped the sword hilt.

Buzz!

In the next moment, Fang Lin felt that everything in front of him was suddenly dyed in blood red as if scenes of countless dead bodies and rivers of blood flooded his vision. The cries, roars, screams, curses, etc. all kinds of sounds intertwined, making Fang Lin feel a throbbing pain in his head, as if it was about to explode.

Splash!

Blood spurted from Fang Lin’s mouth and fell on the crimson longsword. It was immediately absorbed by the sword, and the color of the sword become brighter by few shades.

“No!” Fang Lin felt a shudder in his heart and quickly bit his tongue. The pain woke him up immediately.

“Fang Lin! Get out of there!” In the distance, Qing Jianzi couldn’t hold on any longer. His inner strength was almost exhausted, and the light of the Wandering Dragon Sword in his hand was very dim.

Fang Lin’s eyes were bloodshot, as if about to bleed. Amid the roar, Fang Lin’s hands tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, and he forcefully pulled it out.

Splash!

Fang Lin spewed blood again, but he bit his teeth and exerted all his strength to slowly pull out the crimson longsword.

Meanwhile, outside the Endless Dungeon, the sky was dyed in blood, as if a torrential rain of blood was about to pour down.

“What’s that sound? It’s so terrifying!”

“I seem to hear countless people howling in pain!”

“What’s going on with this strange phenomenon?”

The people waiting outside the Endless Dungeon all had their expressions changed, looking up at the sky that had turned entirely crimson.