Chapter 262 - More Bloodbaths
Chapter 262 More Bloodbaths
At the public square in Haiqing City, hundreds of warriors congregated there, joined together by their battle pets letting loose guttural roars and screeches.
They were busy discussing the strange appearance of the ancient ruins found outside the city.
“Did you hear about the threat just now, Brother Qin?” asked one of the warriors, citing the warning they heard a half-hour ago.
“Ruddy bullshit if you ask me. Just some impudent fool.”
“I wonder who that arrogant fool could be.”
“Whoever he is, I guess he’s just some idiot who wants a spark to be famous.”
No one took Chu Xun’s threats seriously, and those who talked about it only regarded it as piffle.
“What a pretty little girl,” exclaimed someone.
Heads spun around and saw a little girl with skin as fair as a doll’s and a purple hair that only made her look more adorable than ever. Wearing no shoes, her white little feet pattered on the cobblestones as she walked.
“Whose little girl is this? How about you come with me? Let Uncle bring you around to see some goldfishes?” said a sallow and lean middle-aged man wearing an evil and pedophilic grin.
“Away with you Bai Wuchang. Get your filthy hands off that cute little thing,” said another hulking, bare-chested man with unruly stubbles around his face, scowling at the sallow lean man. He bent down with a benign smile at the little girl, saying, “Are you lost? Let’s bring you home.”
“Enough, you two,” piped another woman with thick make-up. She drew closer and said softly, “Come with me, little girl. Let me buy you a doll.”
“Don’t make me laugh, Lady Tarantula. You’re old enough to be the little girl’s granny,” simpered Bai Wuchang vilely.
“Are you eager to die, Bai Wuchang?” hissed Lady Tarantula threateningly. Age is a woman’s secret, even for a female warrior.
The rest of the warriors in the square looked on amusedly.
Like many others in the world, Bai Wuchang and the burly bear of a man were all people with pedophilic tendencies. Lady Tarantula was also one such person herself, despite being a woman. She loved young pretty girls, but more for her morbid obsession of wanting to turn them into living specimens.
“Do these beasts belong to you?” the little girl finally spoke, her voice tender and babyish.
“Don’t worry, little girl. We’ll protect you from them,” said Bai Wuchang, still wearing his wicked smile.
“You ought to prepare to collect their carcasses then.”
The childish voice made the entire square fell silent, before rowdy, boisterous laughter broke out.
As they giggled with mirth, the lithe doll-like girl trotted to the front of a giant albino ape the size of a miniature hill, her height barely reaching its knee.
The little girl raised a hand and drew an arc. From her finger tips, a sharp auric scythe blazed out for a fleeting moment before it disappeared.
Puff!
The giant ape’s head, with breadth almost as wide as a table, plopped to the ground with a sickening splotch of blood. A jet of red stream shot ten more meters into the air, raining warm red droplets of liquid on every warrior around it.
A white glow shone over the skin of the little girl, rendering her impervious to the blood.
Everyone remained stunned and frozen.
The little girl curled a finger and flicked again and again, sending repetitive salvos of magical bolts everywhere like fireworks.
Puff! Puff...!
One by one, the huge and ferocious beasts toppled and fell. More scarlet jets sprayed into the air like a geyser field expelling not warm steaming water, but blood.
The drizzle of blood turned into a huge deluge of red slime and it did not take long for every cobblestone in the square to be drenched with so much blood that one might wonder if Purgatory had come to Earth.
In just minutes, none of the beasts remained alive, all of them beheaded mercilessly.
The warriors could barely react, befuddled with shock at how their battle pets were slaughtered with ease.
Only when the little girl bolted towards Bai Wuchang at breakneck speed, everyone jerked themselves awake from their stupor.
Bai Wuchang wanted to defend himself, but a sudden burst of aura struck fear and panic into him that he could barely move.
Bang!
A flash of white light came and Bai Wuchang flew into the air, careening helplessly with blood pouring in his wake. Despite his prowess as a half-Human King, he was disgracefully incapacitated with just a simple punch by the little girl and her tiny fist.
The huge bear of a man and Lady Tarantula saw everything with their own eyes and they shivered so badly that their knees were threatening to buckle with fearful hysteria. Bai Wuchang was almost on par with them in strength, yet he was so easily put down.
The large bearded man let loose a harsh roar as he summoned his Internal Breath. Putting all his weight behind his fist, he swung it and a white bolt of magic tore out, sizzling and crackling as if the very air was burning when it passed by.
Yet, it was futile in the face of indomitable might; the little girl needed only to lift her small hand and give it a smack, and the bolt of magical energy dispersed into nothingness.
As retaliation, she released another stronger bolt of white energy of her own from her little fist.
Bang!
The huge bearded man was no more, and at the spot he once stood on was a fog of blood-red particles.
Lady Tarantula decided to fight back. She earned her moniker due to her extensive use of poison-based magic. One single drop of her blood was enough to dissolve an adult to liquid.
But she could barely even lift a finger against the small girl. The little girl stomped down at her, keeping her pinned down on the ground with a foot before she applied more force, caving in her chest and crushing her heart.
The little girl made short work of three warriors and threw up her arm. A long silvery spear materialized into view. Then she pounced, hurtling towards the rest of the crowd with a long trail of starry glitters following the tip of her weapon.
The air over the square instantly clamored with a cacophony of angry screams, belligerent howls, and agonizing shrieks.
A bone would be broken or a tendon would be severed each time Jiu You’s silvery spear spilled blood. No one was simply a match for her.
When the melee finally came to an end not long later, all that was left standing was the petite, diminutive figure of the little girl wielding her spear, standing proudly amongst her fallen enemies wallowing in the blood of their butchered battle pets.
“You disobeyed his warning. That would have warranted death penalties for you if not for his insistence that you all be spared. I would have relished the notion of sending you to the Underworld myself.”
Her childish little voice reverberated ominously over the square and she vanished.
Fear and regret pervaded the senses of the defeated warriors as they struggled and writhed in the blood.
At another corner of Haiqing City, two figures leaped and pounced at each other in a fierce battle.
Grunting with malice, Winsome Widow could hardly believe her luck. She had been trampling through scores of warriors, defeating them with hardly any difficulty until she finally met one who could match her powers.
Her opponent wore the appearance of a scholar with a fan, but his powers were very close to that of a Second-grade Human King. If not for the invincibility of her Purple-gold Armor, she could have been defeated a long time ago.
“You lot are as good as have dug your own graves,” observed the scholarly man dryly, although his strokes and blows came no less vicious, as his fan swiped and swung with trails of energy swirling behind, “Arrogant, I’d say, that you dare give orders to all our fellow warriors in Gujiang City.”
Violent and brutal, Winsome Widow unleashed her fire-based magic with deadly alacrity. She conjured a flaming saber and smote down hard on her opponent.
Woosh!
Her stroke split a wave of energy sent forth by her enemy into halves, both veering off into the distance.
Boom! Boom!
The two stray bolts slammed into a couple of boulders, reducing them into mere gravel and dust.
Winsome Widow snorted frostily as a tacit respond to the question. Immolating with a burning eagerness to strike down her foe, she raised her fiery saber and hacked.
The scholar waved his fan casually, whisking up winds that boiled into a storm and the powerful gales easily shredded the flaming projectiles, extinguishing them completely.
One of the winds struck Winsome Widow like a steel blade, but fortunately, the Purple-gold Armor glowed brightly, protecting her.
Frowning, the scholar quietly realized and acknowledged the incredible defensive capabilities of the Armor, and a hint of greed gleamed in his eyes.
“I don’t care who you are or who leads you, I’ll defeat you and take you down today, and you shall answer for your transgressions.”
He swung his fan back and forth in several succession, sending more horrible waves of wind rippling towards his foe.
Unfazed, Winsome Widow made no attempt to evade with her mighty armor protecting her. Her flaming saber burned furiously and she raised it again to deliver another slash.
The corners of the scholar’s lips instead curled into a sinister smile. He waved his fan again, and several jets of silver light shot from its tip.
Clang!
Sparks burst out everywhere as the silvery jets hit the Purple-gold Armor like arrows, eliciting a shrill litany of metallic rings. Yet before the Winsome Widow could react, another volley of silvery jets of magic bolts slammed into the Armor again.
The Purple-gold Armor’s golden glow intensified as if its wrath rising. But the astounding force of the magic bolts pummeled at the Armor with the force of a sledgehammer that Winsome Widow was forced to stagger backwards unsteadily.
She gasped with shock. The Purple-gold Armor might have protected her from being impaled, but its overwhelming brute force had rendered her so numb that her blood and Qi boiled uncontrollably inside her and she nearly suffered an internal injury.
The scholar sneered coldly. He charged with the speed of light, swooping at his enemy with his fists raised aloft and his Internal Breath mounting.
Bang!
Winsome Widow crashed hundreds of meters away this time, and blood trickled out of the corners of her mouth.
The Purple-gold Armor was only a tool; it could never be able to erase the difference in their magical cultivation levels.
The scholar drifted closer like a wraith, languidly and casually. Then he raised a hand and another bolt of magical energy shot out.
Horrified, Winsome Widow could only watch helplessly at her impending doom.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, something dark screamed through the air with a sharp and piercing ring.
Boom!
It smacked right into the white magical bolt, destroying it before wheeling back around, charging straight at the scholar’s head.
Shocked, the scholar had to backtrack his steps in midair, and shot away in the opposite direction to evade the pursuing black object.
But the black gleaming object did not pursue him; as if satisfied in driving him far away, it circled back and stopped, hovering right in front of Winsome Widow.
It was a short dagger. A short weapon with a blade as black as the darkest night, exuding a chilly aura that would make any foe’s blood run cold.
The scholar, with the other warriors who had been watching from the side, could not believe their eyes. Another powerful Sacred Relic!?
Winsome Widow was surprised to see the black dagger, but she knew who sent it. She seized the short weapon and channeled her fire-based magic, imbuing its blade with tongues of flames that glowed with a burgeoning aura of its own.
Heads swiveled into the direction where the dagger had come from, but they saw no one.
Winsome Widow wiped away some blood from the edges of her mouth. Smirking icily, she pounced at the scholar.
Swoosh!
She swung the deadly weapon furiously, sending one magical bolt after another at her enemy. Even the warriors watching the fight could not help feeling a chill running down their spine at her renewed malice.
The scholar’s face fell. He swung his fan hastily with great effort, and a wave of magic swept forth at his enemy.
More Sword Qi bolts hissed through the air like arrows, tearing through the waves of energy like hot knives through butter.
Shocked, the scholar had not expected this. He closed his fan, clenching it tightly in his grasp and this time, he swung it as hard as he could at the magical bolts coming right at him like a wooden club.
Clang!
Sparks burst out like a firework; one of the slats of the fan was broken.
“Damn you,” hissed the scholar insidiously. The damage of his weapon filled him with rage, and a horrible aura of malice began swirling around him.
Winsome Widow looked hardly perturbed. Most warriors might not even have one Sacred Relic, but she has two and that made her quite affluent by their standards, and everyone watching her fight could not help but feel envious.
The short dagger hummed softly as more Sword Qi mirages blossomed like the petals of a flower, and Winsome Widow hurled herself forward.
Clang! Clang!
The clash sent sparks flying everywhere, whisking up sand and gravel as the sheer force of the eruption flattened the ground in a radius of a hundred meters.
Donned in her Purple-gold Armor, wielding the short dagger, Winsome Widow felt her combat powers spiking substantially. Coupled with her fire-based sorcery, she was now extremely formidable.
Slowly forced to be on the defensive, the scholar grunted with frustration. All but only two of the slates of his fan remained, and the weapon looked as miserable as a featherless chicken.
Woosh!
With a resentful bellow, he leaped backwards, extricating himself from the fight momentarily with a terrible gash across his chest bleeding profusely.
Swoosh!
A leopard with its fur a full coat of glittering silver pounced at Winsome Widow. It was the scholarly-looking warrior’s battle pet. It bared its sharp fangs still slick with streaks of blood, snarling viciously with a putrid stench of blood wafting out its mouth.
In the air, Winsome Widow somersaulted, twirling herself like a ballerina while delivering a deadly slash, slicing the silver leopard into two identical halves with blood pouring out.
“I’ll rip you to pieces alive,” growled the scholar sinister, his face now contorting into a grotesquely ugly look at the death of his pet.
“You should worry about yourself instead,” muttered Winsome Widow, full of contempt, and she hacked with her short dagger.
Clang!
A forceful wave of shock rippled like a tidal wave, and the final two slates of the scholar’s fan finally crumbled at the staggering might of Winsome Widow’s Sword Qi.
“Who are you people?” demanded the scholar, still teetering to his final slivers of sanity as he glared at Winsome Widow bitterly.
“As if the likes of you need to know. Just do as my Lord commands,” retorted Winsome Widow coldly. She knew better than to continue the fight; she might have the initiative, but it was hardly likely that she would be able to kill this man. His strength outstripped hers considerably and that made it extremely possible for him to escape.
The corners of the scholar’s lips twitched irritably and veins throbbed with rage at his forehead. In a deep, voice quivering with suppressed anger, he said, “It won’t matter who you are. You will pay for this! All of us shall hunt you down!”
“You speak as if you represent every warrior in Haiqing City,” scoffed Winsome Widow, seeing through his guise, “My Lord might not like the idea of angering so many fellow warriors, but he can easily kill you just by lifting a finger. Anyway, it won’t matter anymore; we have already angered everyone by now.”
The scholar shuddered. His attempt to intimidate Winsome Widow sounded silly indeed since Chu Xun and his people have all but angered all of Haiqing City’s warriors by now.
“Very well,” he muttered bitterly, “We’ll see if the tables will have turned the next time we met. I’ll never forget this.” With that, he turned around and wanted to leave.
Swoosh!
A sudden burst of Sword Qi flashed right past him and dissipated.
Puff!
The scholar grunted at the sudden pain as blood poured suddenly from his shoulder. He staggered and almost fell.
“Y-Y-You...” He jerked his head back with a fierce and hateful look in his eyes.
“Well, since you vowed to not forget what happened today, I guess I wanted to help make a deeper impression,” grinned Winsome Widow sardonically.
The man’s chest heaved and puffed and his entire person swirled with an aura of malice, although he quickly suppressed it and sped away.