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Chapter 103 Three Feet of Flame

Beneath the official's mask, the Great General's crimson eyes narrowed slightly.

This guy seems like a completely different person all of a sudden?

That fierce gaze was like that of a demon king who had crawled out of the depths of hell, eyeing his delicious prey.

In a daze, the general suddenly felt uneasy.

He didn't like that look in his eyes.

"What a ghost! What a ghost!"

"Quickly, get Grandpa Zhong a treat!"

The ring knife in Zhou Sheng's hand trembled violently, like the wailing of ghosts, and the blade flashed like a storm as it slashed at the general, his gaze growing increasingly crazed.

Each strike carried a soaring murderous aura, possessing an invisible restraint on the ghosts, turning defense into offense and becoming increasingly ferocious.

"Chop the bones! Remove the tendons! Peel the skin! Bleed them!"

Zhou Sheng became more and more excited as he fought, even swallowing his saliva in large gulps. The flashing blades seemed like a chaotic snowstorm, but in reality, they were like a skilled butcher carving up an ox, penetrating the spaces between things with no thickness.

Every inch of the blade's light aimed at the seams and joints of the golden armor.

clang! clang! clang! clang!
The two swords clashed, the sound of them colliding like the shattering of an ice river. The flying sword shadows were so numerous that even Yao Taifeng could not see them clearly, as if two gusts of wind had passed by.

"careful!"

Guan Buping seemed to have seen something and quickly spoke up to remind him.

He wasn't speaking to Zhou Sheng, but to his apprentice.

Yao Taifeng reacted quickly, flicking her soft sword and knocking away what looked like a hidden weapon with a snap.

It was a fragment of a blade.

Although Zhou Sheng held a precious sword, it was far inferior to the Dragon-Swallowing Blade, and it had already begun to chip.

"Come again! Come again!!"

"The harder the bones, the better the flavor!"

Zhou Sheng's eyes grew increasingly infatuated, gradually approaching the state of oneness with the actor, his pupils filled only with the ghost king whose entire body exuded fragrance.

Even with that Dragon-Swallowing Blade, he even wanted to chew it up and taste it.

The deeper you get into the role, the stronger the effect.

He unleashed the full power of his thirty-five years of cultivation, each strike leaving no room for retreat. The golden lake of magical power billowed and shimmered, as if baked by the blazing sun, making his blade faster and heavier.

The crimson light in the general's eyes grew even brighter. Instead of being angry, he was delighted. He held the sword with both hands, and the nine golden rings jingled, as if they possessed a soul-capturing magic.

As fast as Zhou Sheng's blade, so fast was his Dragon-Swallowing Blade, gradually putting pressure on his opponent, as if trying to see where his opponent's limits were.

"Whoa, whoa--"

As the opera singing continued, Zhou Sheng's mind was jolted, as if a bolt of lightning had struck and shattered some kind of barrier.

His vision blurred, and he saw Zhong Kui sitting on the back of a tiger once again.

He had a red face and a bushy beard, his eyebrows were like raging flames curling back, and his eyes were wide open like bronze bells, containing golden light that could pierce through the nine netherworlds.

Perhaps because he had activated his supernatural hearing, he seemed to faintly hear a low hum from Zhong Kui's throat.

The voice was somewhat muffled, and he couldn't hear it clearly, so he walked towards Zhong Kui as if possessed.

When he got within a hundred paces of Zhong Kui, he finally heard the voice clearly.

"..."

It was a strange note, and he couldn't understand its meaning at all. But when he tried to shout the note, his throat felt like it was burning with coals.

……

"Is that the end?"

In reality, the general sensed Zhou Sheng's rapid increase in speed and strength, and his malevolent aura surged accordingly.

This forced him to take three steps back for the first time.

But that was the end of it. It seemed that Zhou Sheng had reached his limit and made no further progress.

Just as he was satisfied and ready to end the battle, he saw Zhou Sheng sheathe his blade, take a few steps back, and a trace of pain flashed in his copper bell-like eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Sheng's throat trembled, as if he was about to spit something out, and wisps of black smoke appeared in his mouth.

It was like a fiery, consuming demon from the eighteenth level of hell. The general did not pursue, but instead watched the other party with great interest, his eyes once again revealing a look of surprise.

In an instant, all eyes were drawn to Zhou Sheng.

Even Little Red Thread and Fierce Tiger Chewing Dragon stopped and stared intently at the strange figure.

"...!"

After several tremors in his throat, Zhou Sheng finally uttered that word.

The next moment, veins bulged on his throat, and he suddenly spewed out three feet of blue flame.

boom!
The flames were not directed at the general, but at the monk's own dagger.

The next moment, layers of eerie blue flames burned on the snowflake-like translucent blade.

It was neither yang fire nor yin fire, yet it caused Yao Taifeng and Guan Buping's souls to tremble simultaneously, giving rise to a fear that came from their very souls.

Zhou Sheng, holding a fire knife, laughed loudly, his posture bold and unrestrained.

"Having swallowed the Thunderfire Pill and ate the Samadhi Charcoal!"

"Come, come! Here's a taste of your 'Top Scholar's Fire'!"

The next moment, he took up his sword and fought again. The raging blue flames were like a flying fire dragon, angrily slashing at the Dragon-Swallowing Demon Blade.

The general was suddenly taken aback when he parried the attack, because he felt a terrifying heat wave coming from the hilt of his sword, as if he were holding a red-hot iron.

It's sizzling!

He clearly blocked the attack, and the opponent's strength didn't increase, but the yin energy around his body was slowly evaporating.

What exactly is that flame?
clang! clang! clang! clang!
Zhou Sheng became more and more excited as the fight progressed. He sensed that his opponent's swordsmanship seemed to be off track, and his defense was no longer impenetrable. Zhou Sheng found an opening and slashed at him several times.

The once indestructible golden armor seemed to melt under the flaming blade, easily leaving several charred marks.

For a moment, they actually gained the upper hand, forcing the general to retreat again.

"Interesting! Very interesting!"

"However, this game... should end now."

The general's pupils narrowed, and terrifying Yin energy surged into the Dragon-Swallowing Blade like an avalanche, engulfing and dispelling the scalding fire.

For the first time, he showed a look of complete concentration.

Roar!
The Dragon-Swallowing Blade shone brightly with crimson light, and a roar came from the dragon head on the hilt, while the nine golden rings also resounded loudly.

The next moment, the blade flashed like lightning, slashing three times in quick succession.

The first strike split Zhou Sheng's tiger's mouth open, throwing his sword strike into disarray.

The second strike sent Zhou Sheng flying backward, coughing up blood.

With the third strike, half of the broken blade pierced the ground, and the three-foot-long blue flame slowly extinguished.

Each strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it was both extremely fast and extremely ferocious, like a killing move honed through countless trials in the military.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, ten thousand bones weeping together.

"Zhou Sheng!!"

"Boss!!"

Several figures stepped forward, but were temporarily blocked by the tiger.

The Dragon-Swallowing Blade cleaved the Monk's Blade in two and struck Zhou Sheng's shoulder, but the blade only got stuck in the bone and did not sever the entire arm.

No blood flowed out, because all the blood flowed towards the demonic sword.

The vein-like patterns on the Dragon Devouring Blade surged, like a monstrous beast swallowing a sea of ​​blood, greedily sucking up the hot and vibrant blood.

"What fragrant blood!"

"Such alluring yang energy."

The general took a deep sniff, his crimson pupils staring at Zhou Sheng like a wild beast.

"Living people, singing Zhong Kui..."

"So you are... a master of occult arts."

(End of this chapter)