Chapter 51: Still Alive? (Please Add to Favorites)

Boom!
The flying dagger tore through the air, carrying a terrifying sonic boom, and appeared in front of the blue-robed man, Pei Xuejian, in an instant. Even before the dagger reached him, the sharp blade energy had already slashed toward him!

"Roar!"
Feeling the cold, merciless edge, Pei Xuejian's pupils contracted to pinpricks, his hair standing on end! With a shrill howl, the once calm wind turned wild, as if countless blades were whirling madly, instantly shredding the air before him to pieces!

Hiss—
One, two, three... countless wind blades wildly crashed against the flying dagger shot by Ke Bei!

Bang! Bang! Bang!
The first wind blade shattered, the second broke... countless wind blades were crushed by the terrifying force within the dagger, their razor-sharp forms dissolving into gentle breezes that slowly drifted away.

"Die!"
Ke Bei watched coldly as the dagger, slowed somewhat by the wind blades, suddenly surged with an explosion of internal power! The dagger, delayed by resistance, accelerated once more!

"No!"
Pei Xuejian stared at the flying dagger that abruptly sped up, and finally, a trace of terror appeared on his chiseled face.

"Ah—get back! Get back!"
He howled in desperation, pale blue energy surging from his body. Though the wind could not stop Ke Bei's dagger, it wasn't entirely useless!

Invisible wind gathered instantly beneath his feet, and unseen energy dragged his body rapidly backward. Just as the dagger was about to pierce his skull, his body jerked back, lifted a foot off the ground by an invisible gust!

Whoosh!
Pei Xuejian unleashed his full strength, but even at the peak of the Mortal Transcendence realm, he could not completely evade the dagger imbued with the Nine Yang Divine Art.

With a thunderous boom, the dagger plunged into Pei Xuejian's chest!

Boom!
The internal force within the dagger exploded, a scorching surge of power pouring into Pei Xuejian's body. Ke Bei had once slain a mid-ranked Golden-Furred Savage Bear with just such a blow!

But Pei Xuejian was no beast—he was a human, a powerful practitioner at the peak of the Mortal Transcendence realm!

As the internal force of the dagger erupted, aiming to ravage his organs, streaks of pale blue energy suddenly appeared, desperately surging to block the Nine Yang Divine Art's power within the blade. Two fundamentally different forces entangled in a fierce struggle within his body.

Pfft—

Pei Xuejian spat a mouthful of blood, his internal organs seemingly torn to shreds, the agony making his body convulse violently! He collapsed in spasms to the ground, his eyes slowly closing, his life force fading until it vanished altogether.

"Leader!"

Seeing Pei Xuejian collapse, the surrounding Blood Sword Alliance members were instantly struck with terror—their leader couldn't even withstand the youth's flying dagger!

"Run, run!"
Like monkeys fleeing a fallen tree, once the leader was lost, none saw reason to die for the Blood Sword Alliance. Dozens of core members fled toward the main gate in a frenzy.

"I said I would bathe the Blood Sword Alliance in blood today!"

Ke Bei gazed at the fleeing members, his tone icy. Blood oozed from hundreds of wounds across his body, dribbling down his legs to pool at his feet. With a sudden stomp, the gathered blood splashed up, his figure flickering as several afterimages were left behind.

In the next instant, Ke Bei, wielding his broad-bladed sword, stood at the gate, blocking the escape of the dozens of core members.

"Every debt has its debtor. We... we were only following orders. Why make things hard for us..."
The core members, staring at the cold, knife-wielding youth, felt a chill in their hearts. One gritted his teeth and tried to reason.

"Hahaha! Every debt has its debtor, indeed!"

Ke Bei suddenly burst into manic laughter, tears streaming from his eyes!

"When you killed an innocent girl, did you remember every debt has its debtor?"

"When you threatened the old and the weak, did you remember every debt has its debtor?"

"It was I who killed your young leader!"

"It was me! It was me!"

The gentle image of Li Qianqian floated through Ke Bei's mind, his heart twisting in pain. It was because of him that Li Qianqian was dragged into this—guilt and regret overwhelmed him.

"You all deserve to die! You deserve it!"

His endless remorse and guilt turned into a raging roar. Ke Bei's shrill voice grew hoarse as the last of his Nine Yang Divine Art energy surged to his feet, his Lightfoot Technique unleashed to the utmost.

Forty-seven clear afterimages sprang forth, and in a single instant, Ke Bei struck every remaining member of the Blood Sword Alliance with a blade.

Each man saw Ke Bei's shadow before him.

Slice after slice—

The forty-seven afterimages faded, and with them, the forty-seven core members fell, their heads tumbling to the floor, blood gushing like fountains, pooling and streaming across the ground like rivers.

A river of blood! Corpses strewn everywhere!

Ke Bei gazed at the hall, now a scene from hell, the bloody haze over his eyes slowly dissipating. With his killing intent vented, his heart found some measure of peace.

"Cough, cough—"

Suddenly, a fit of violent coughing echoed through the empty hall. Pei Xuejian, his blue robe stained with blood, had somehow managed to stand again, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

"What a domineering flying dagger!"

Clutching his blood-colored sword in one hand and his pierced chest in the other, Pei Xuejian exhaled a mouthful of blood-tainted breath.

The Nine Yang Divine Art's force within the dagger had finally been extinguished by his own internal energy, but the cost was dire—his organs were torn, veins and muscles severely burned, and almost all of his blue energy depleted!

"Not dead yet?"

Ke Bei's expression hardened. He lifted his blood-dripping blade, striding slowly toward Pei Xuejian.

Hummmm—

The blood-colored sword in Pei Xuejian's hand trembled lightly, waves of invisible force rippling across its surface.

"Dead? Hahaha! Many have wished for my death, but look—I'm still very much alive!"

Pei Xuejian let out a cold laugh, his eyes icy as he stared at Ke Bei.

"My Blood Sword has drunk much blood, and today it shall feast again! Your talent and strength surpass my expectations... Killing a genius excites me! My sword is thrilled as well!"

"Enough talk!"

Ke Bei narrowed his eyes, stomped the ground, and shot forward with Lightfoot Technique, his muscles tensing as he slashed hard at Pei Xuejian.

"Thunder Slash!"

With a furious shout, Ke Bei's muscles bulged, his face twisted with savagery, and his blade came crashing down.

After hurling his flying dagger, Ke Bei's internal power was nearly depleted, but the Nine Yang Divine Art replenished quickly. If he could last another hour, he'd have enough strength for another deadly strike!

He needed time.

"Hmph!"

Watching Ke Bei's attack, Pei Xuejian's rugged face showed a trace of disdain—he considered Ke Bei's swordplay beneath notice. His blood-colored sword vibrated gently, conjuring nine crimson sword images that instantly enveloped Ke Bei's vital points.

Whoosh!

Like a rain of blood, Pei Xuejian's sword swept forth.