Chapter One Hundred – Bloody Chang Heng (2/2)

What was that for?

The xiuzhe in the surroundings were also puzzled. They began putting their heads together and discussing it. It was the complete opposite of the Ling Ying Sect disciples. Excitement was on all of their faces, each one arching their necks, staring tightly at Chang Shixiong as though some exciting thing was going to happen.

Zuo Mo was also slightly puzzled but he kept his guard up, not daring to slack off.

Chang Heng closed his eyes, his right hand touching the copper ring between his clavicles. Then he did a move that shocked everyone – he slowly pulled on the copper ring!

Hiss!

Connected below the copper ring was a blood red blade. It was slowly pulled out of the flesh of Chang Heng’s chest.

There wasn’t any pain on Chang Heng’s body. Quite the opposite, his expression was slightly warm and intoxicated.

Zuo Mo’s hairs stood as he looked at the weird and bloody picture in front of him. Not just Zuo Mo, but almost everyone in the surroundings had a terrified expression. Some that were less brave already had run to the side and started to heave.

“Too… … savage… …” Yan Ming Zi trembled, saying with excitement.

When this blood red sword was completely pulled out of Chang Heng’s body, the terror reached the bones of every single person. This was a very strange sword. The sword was not long, about one chi long, two fingers wide. The body was entirely blood red. There was no sword guard or grip. The blood red blade connected directly to the copper ring. The width of the ring was just enough to be worn on the fingers.

What was strange was that there was no wound on Chang Heng’s body, the spot between his clavicles was smooth and markless.

The scene was just a man holding a slightly strange red flying sword, but anyone who had seen what had preceded it definitely would not be able to forget it. Such a weird and bloody scene.

Chang Heng opened his eyes, his expression normal. His voice hadn’t changed at all compared to before. “This ring sword is called [Blood Spider].”

Zuo Mo felt his skin prickle. As though he was facing a great enemy, his hands as they held the sword couldn’t help but start sweating.

If the pressure that Chang Heng had given him before could be said to be faint but omnipresent. Then theChang Heng with [Blood Spider] on his hand gave him an ocean of pressure, without any place for him to escape! The sudden change in pressure could cause those who had weak minds to collapse in that instant. Zuo Mo had a feeling that everyone in front of his eyes gradually became dyed with a layer of blood red.

Zuo Mo reflexively tightened his grip on the Water Drop sword. The sword suddenly passed him a warm and serene water essence. Even though it was extremely faint, at this time, it dramatically decreased his nervousness.

No! If this kept on going, he would lose without even fighting!

Zuo Mo closed his eyes and stopped his breathing.Then he started using [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. The ling power in his body started to move, and his consciousness started to become lively.

Gradually, the terror in Zuo Mo’s heart started to decrease. His fretful heart gradually became serene.

At some time, a blood line appeared in Chang Heng’s eyes. He gave a praising glance at Zuo Mo. In the eyes of other people, this look caused a coldness to spread from the bottom of their hearts, like a savage blood spider coldly focusing on his prey.

He lightly swung his finger. The [Bloody Spider Sword] on his finger spun rapidly, creating a bloody red circle of light.

As the [Blood Spider Sword] spun faster, it started to ring. Gradually, the ringing became an extremely icy hiss. An extremely domineering and savage presence, with Chang Heng at the center, appeared!

At this time, the spectators nearby had pale faces. They all wanted to turn and escape. However, they found that their legs were wobbly. Crash, crash, they all fell to the ground.

There was only someone wearing a black gauze hat standing at his original spot. His clothes flapped in the wind, but the gauze in front of face didn’t move at all. What could be barely made out through the gauze was a pair of narrow and knife-sharp eyes.

Zuo Mo felt that he was in a sea of blood. Enormous blood waves roiling and howling, smashing against each other, blocking out the sun. He was like a little boat, extremely small, floating uncertainly as though he would be swallowed by the gigantic waves at any instant.

Suddenly, a blood wave rose in front of him, transforming into an extremely ugly blood beast, opening his jaws and howled as it leapt at him.

Gripping the Water Drop sword, having stopped his breathing and closed his eyes, all of Zuo Mo’s ling power had all been sent into the Water Drop sword. The Water Drop sword was like a little river, waves rippling, changing constantly.

As the gigantic mouth was going to swallow him, he slowly raised the little river in his hand!

The little river that had been the Water Drop sword suddenly changed. Flames rose out of the water, spreading a shocking cold. The short little river moved and swayed like the tide. If Zuo Mo could see it, he would find that the present appearance of the Water Drop sword was the same as the sword river in his consciousness.

Blossoms of water-shaped flames, as they spat, they would also create countless icicle-like sword energies. The movement of the tide continuously became larger, the water-shaped flames burning fiercely, the icy energy rising!

It was as though Zuo Mo was holding a ball of flame in his hand. All the clothing on his body turned to pieces. With an angry shout, using all the energy in his body, from the bottom rising against the current up, he forcefully sliced!

The first time after he merged the sword essences – [Li Water Burning Heavens!]

Translator Ramblings: What goes around, comes around. Hee Hee.

Chang Heng’s Bloody Spider is approximately 33.3cm long and 3.33 cm wide.