Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Xiao Yang, dare you come down for a fight?

Mo Hongyue, the mysterious killer from the Demon Sect.

No one has seen her true face.

All anyone knows is that she’s a woman.

And her weapon is a Red Moon Demon Spear.

Not only is she a killer for the Demon Sect, but she’s also known as the Gun Demon, a master of spear techniques—one of the finest in the entire Northern Region.

Otherwise, in his past life, Xiao Yang wouldn’t have nearly been killed by her with a single shot.

Even now, as he relives that hair-raising moment from years ago, the memory sends chills down his spine.

In his last life, if he hadn’t accidentally tilted his head just in time, that Red Moon would’ve pierced his brow in a flash, ending his life.

If Mo Hongyue had really assassinated him in Nine Heavens City,

Qin Fei would have quickly taken his place as the Sect Holy Son.

Before long, he would have gotten hold of the Qingyang Sword, the supreme treasure of the Qingyang Sword Sect.

The Demon Sect would have shattered the seal of the Demon Abyss much sooner.

The demon race would have invaded the human realm earlier as well.

Now that Xiao Yang has lived again, everything has changed.

This time, it’s his turn to hunt down Mo Hongyue.

Mo Hongyue’s escape speed is astonishingly fast.

A dark red demonic light streaks across the sky.

Right behind it is a trail of fire.

The two lights race away, swiftly disappearing into the horizon.

Shortly after, three more escape lights follow behind.

However, a gigantic demonic figure suddenly appears in front of these three lights, blocking their path.

“Remnants of the Demon Sect?”

A voice like thunder reverberates—it’s Huang Tian’s.

The three lights come to a halt in mid-air.

As the light fades, three figures materialize in the void.

The leader is none other than the Blade God, Huang Tian.

The other two consist of a white-haired elder donned in flowing sleeves, Elder Cang Xiao, the Transmission Elder of the Qingyang Sword Sect, and a middle-aged man in black with a pale face, Luo Xuan, the head of the Luo family in Nine Heavens City.

All three are powerful warriors in the Divine Martial Realm.

At that moment, the enormous demonic figure opposite them vanishes into thin air.

An old hunchbacked man appears before them, holding a ghostly staff, surrounded by swirling Demon Qi.

“Gentlemen, care to have some fun with this old man?”

The old man lifts his head, his blood-red eyes glinting with a strange light.

“Sky Remnant Old Demon?”

The three are taken aback.

…

Meanwhile, Mo Hongyue’s escape light suddenly dives down.

“This place is…”

Xiao Yang’s figure appears overhead.

He doesn’t immediately chase after her.

Because this area is none other than Ghost Mist Gorge.

Mo Hongyue has fled here.

Xiao Yang’s senses sharpen, realizing that with Mo Hongyue’s cultivation, she could easily stop and face him.

Don’t forget, Mo Hongyue is also a powerful Demon Lord in the Divine Martial Realm.

She has lured him here.

Xiao Yang can smell a conspiracy brewing.

I knew that this abduction was nothing but child’s play; they were waiting for me right here.

Xiao Yang smirks to himself.

Qin Fei is as cunning and treacherous as ever!

If one trap doesn’t work, there’s always another up the sleeve.

“Xiao Yang, dare you come down for a fight?”

From below, in the poisonous mist-filled gorge, Mo Hongyue’s voice rings out.

“Haha…”

Xiao Yang bursts into laughter, his voice echoing in the gorge.

“What’s so funny?”

Mo Hongyue’s voice chimes back.

Poisonous fog blankets Ghost Mist Gorge, and at night, it’s all the more eerie.

Xiao Yang can’t pinpoint Mo Hongyue’s location just by her voice.

Because the gorge echoes it back.

“What do you think?”

Xiao Yang chuckles.

“Have the guts? Then come down to fight; if you don’t, scram!”

Mo Hongyue snaps back impatiently.

“Am I a fool in your eyes, Mo Hongyue?”

Xiao Yang’s laughter fades, turning serious.

“How do you know who I am?”

Mo Hongyue, hidden in the gorge, seems surprised.

“The provocation trick won’t work on me. Your traps are nothing I’ll fall for—goodbye!”

As Xiao Yang speaks, he turns to leave.

“Now that you’re here, you’re not going anywhere!”

A cold laugh erupts from the depths of the gorge.

In the next moment, a flash of blood light suddenly pierces through the dim gorge.

The blood light, like crimson lightning, shoots toward Xiao Yang with incredible speed.

An overwhelming aura of Demon Qi surges from the gorge, dispersing the surrounding poisonous mist, revealing Mo Hongyue’s figure.

“Hmph!”

With a swift motion, Xiao Yang’s right hand catches the incoming blood light.

As the blood light dissipates, a Demon spear materializes in the void.

The spearhead is pinched between Xiao Yang’s index and middle fingers.

Simultaneously, Mo Hongyue’s silhouette vanishes from her position.

Xiao Yang feels a powerful aura of Demon Qi rush toward him.

Without warning, a demonic figure appears right in front of him.

“So fast…”

Xiao Yang can’t help but be startled.

Mo Hongyue stretches out her right hand and grips the spear’s shaft.

Instantly, he feels a tremendous force explode from the spear’s tip he’s holding.

An unmatched spear light erupts from the tip, aiming straight at his face.

Xiao Yang quickly lets go and sidesteps half a step.

The blood-red spear light grazes his temple, sending several strands of hair floating into the air.

As his mind races, a layer of faint fire light rises from his body, and the Futian Sword Qi envelops him instantly.

The Red Moon Demon Spear strikes at his chest.

Mo Hongyue presses the spear’s tip firmly against Xiao Yang’s chest, propelling him forward.

Her spear fails to pierce through Xiao Yang’s Protective Gang Qi.

Xiao Yang raises his sword finger, ready to retaliate.

“Roar!”

Mo Hongyue suddenly shouts, violently shaking her spear, unleashing an overwhelming force that sends Xiao Yang flying.

He’s sent a hundred feet away.

Regaining his footing and looking down, he sees a hole torn in his shirt.

“Your protective Gang Qi is impressive.”

Mo Hongyue, weapon in hand, notices the blood-red demonic patterns illuminating along the shaft of her spear, and an immense power surges forth.

The might of this demon weapon is awakening, with crimson demonic flames dancing at the spearhead.

“Mo Hongyue, you can’t kill me.”

Xiao Yang gazes indifferently at her.

“But you’re going to die tonight!”

With that, Mo Hongyue steps forward, lunging at Xiao Yang a hundred feet away.

As she thrusts the spear, the surrounding Spiritual Energy convulses, and a blood moon rises behind her, as if the entire world has frozen in place.

Xiao Yang feels pressure tighten around him, feeling as if he’s sinking into a swamp, unable to move a muscle.

“Martial Realm?”

Xiao Yang is taken aback; he never expected Mo Hongyue’s martial ability to be this formidable.

He watches helplessly as the spear hurtles toward him, unable to evade.

“When this phenomenon appears, it binds the void; no one can survive under Mo Hongyue’s spear technique.”

From below in the Ghost Mist Gorge, a mysterious figure cloaked in black calmly remarks.