679 The Evil Blood Clotting Claw (1/2)

Tan Qiyue looked coldly at Bu Xingyi. ”So what if you are a member of the Ming Temple? Seventy years ago, your Ming Temple had a talented elder, who rose to become a Martial Arts Grandmaster. He died at my hands.”

”I have met your Ming Temple temple leader a few times. If he had been able to break through to the third Martial Arts Grandmaster realm, maybe I would be wary of him. But he is still in the second realm; at most, he is just a bit stronger than I am. Even if he was here now, I would still repeat what I have just said.”

Bu Xingyi was shocked by his words. He had not expected that Tan Qiyue would ever have come into contact with the Ming Temple's Lord temple leader. Suddenly, he remembered something. His eyes wide, he said, ”Sect Great Elder Qiao Tiao died seventy years ago. Was his death something to do with you?”

Seventy years ago, the Ming Temple had indeed lost an elder with outstanding talent. His name was Qiao Tiao and he had been the number one elder in the Ming Temple back then, his position only second to that of the Sect Grand Elder. Back then, Bu Xingyi was but an elder of the Ming Temple, having to refer to Qiao Tiao as the eldest sect senior brother. If Qiao Tiao had not died, he most likely would also be a Martial Arts Grandmaster now.

Bu Xingyi was stunned to realize that Sect Great Elder Qiao Tiao had actually died at the hands of the mysterious person now standing before him.

Tan Qiyue lowered his gaze, ignoring Bu Xingyi. Bu Xingyi felt a chill well up inside of him. It had been rumored that a Sect Grand Elder was also present when Qiao Tiao had died. However, the other elder had not managed to save Qiao Tiao, instead returning injured.

Nangong Mingzhu and Chu Yuan looked at Tan Qiyue in surprise. This old man was a rare second realm Martial Arts Grandmaster. Even they would find it very difficult to go up against him.

In reality, the combat power of ancient martial art practitioners was not necessarily lower than that of immortal cultivators. In many cases, the combat power of ancient martial art practitioners was even stronger. However, the way of an ancient martial art practitioner was much harder than the way of immortal cultivators. If an immortal cultivator practiced diligently, possessed average talent and had some luck, the chance of them breaking through to the Primordial Soul Realm was around 10 percent.

In other words, out of ten immortal cultivators with average talent and some luck, there would be one that could break through to the Primordial Soul Realm.

As for ancient martial art practitioners, among a hundred Martial Arts Grandmasters, it would most likely be very hard for even one to step onto the Way of Immortals.

The path that ancient martial art practitioners needed to take was far more difficult than the way of immortal cultivators. If they wanted to pursue the Way of Heaven, they would face far more trials and tribulations than ordinary immortal cultivators would.

Suddenly, the Tower Spirit's voice sounded from the void. ”The second stage of the hidden task will soon begin. You human warriors should prepare yourselves.”

After but a moment, seven beams of light suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping all seven of them. The next moment, the space shifted. Mo Wen discovered that he had appeared in a valley. The valley was very strange. The surroundings were not connected to any other environment. It was like a floating island in the middle of empty space.

In this valley, there were ten rather frightening auras. Each aura seemed to belong to a prehistoric beast, their Devil Qi filling the air.

There were ten huge monstrous beasts surrounding Mo Wen. The aura of each of them was not lower than that of the pinnacle of the seventh rank. In addition, they were all not average pinnacle of seventh rank monstrous beasts. Instead, they were monstrous beasts with rare talents: each of them was a mutant with Inherent Skills.

Such talented monstrous beasts were called Lord monstrous beasts.

Ordinary pinnacle of seventh rank monstrous beasts were not qualified to be called Lord monstrous beasts. That title would only be given to talented pinnacle of seventh rank monstrous beasts were Lord monstrous beasts such as the ones now surrounding Mo Wen. One such Lord monstrous beast could compare with three average pinnacle of seventh rank monstrous beasts.

A message appeared in Mo Wen's mind. Within the allocated time, they needed to kill the ten Lord monstrous beasts to complete the task. All seven of them had to kill ten Lord monstrous beasts in the allotted time. If one of them failed the do so, they would all fail the entire mission. The time limit was set at fifteen minutes. That was all the time they had to kill all of the monstrous beasts.

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. With his current ability, killing ten Lord monstrous beasts was not difficult. However, he was aware of their strength. Earlier on, in the ruined city, he had been forced to fight for his life and had been seriously injured. He had only managed to kill two Lord monstrous beasts.

Of course, now it was a different story. Mo Wen's current cultivation was ten times more powerful than it had been. He was not worried that he would fail to complete the task. Instead, he was concerned about Bu Xingyi. With Bu Xingyi's ability, and without a profound level weapon on him to protect himself, he would very likely be unable to kill the ten Lord monstrous beasts. It would be an incredible feat if he could survive the encirclement of the ten Lord monstrous beasts, let alone kill the creatures.

The Lord monstrous beasts surrounding Mo Wen did not give him a chance to get used to his surroundings. They attacked as soon as he appeared.

A huge shadow from above covered him like a shroud. A devilish wind swept towards him. Mo Wen could not even tell what sort of monstrous beast it was, but he did not need to know.

The Cries of Hades Bell instantly appeared in his hand, emitting a faint purple glow.

Ding! As the bell combined with Mo Wen's soul attack, the ten Lord monstrous beasts all began to tremble simultaneously. Their attacks came to an abrupt halt.

The next moment, a crimson light appeared on Mo Wen's arm. The Blood Clotting Claw fused together with his palm, becoming a beast claw.

The first monstrous beast that pounced towards Mo Wen only saw a flash of crimson light. A terrifying slash mark appeared on the monstrous beast's abdomen. Its huge figure was almost cleaved in two.

Mo Wen noticed that the Blood-Clotting Claw flashed with crimson light as it slashed the Lord monstrous beast. Streaks of strange crimson light covered its wounds. Mo Wen also discovered that a strange power was channeled from the beast's wound to the Blood-Clotting Claw, the power then flowing into his body.

He felt his own Inner Qi and mental strength recover by quite a bit. Also, his mental state was exceptionally excited. His eyes flashed with crimson light. A rich killing intent welled up inside of him. He suddenly had the murderous desire to immediately kill all ten monstrous beasts.