Chapter 575 - One Versus Four (1/2)
The Thunder Seal!
It was the most precious treasure in the Heavenly Master Sect; Yao Daoyi had kept the heretic sects in check using this artifact, due its bonus damage to evil and Yin elements. The Dark Blood race was also of the Yin element.
“Crack, crack.”
Endless blue electric energy arced across the Thunder Seal. Chen Fan had been repairing the seal ever since he obtained it. The artifact had fully recovered its power by then.
“Yao Daoyi is a fool. He only knew how to summon lightning with it, but that is only a small attribute of this Dharma Treasure.”
Chen Fan shook his head and started an art.
The Thunder Seal swooshed up in the air as it resonated with Chen Fan’s energy. The etchings on its surface started to glow, funneling energy from the clouds into itself. Suddenly, a crack of lightning plunged down. The seal absorbed its sizzling energy and increased in size.
“Go”
Chen Fan started an art and commanded the Thunder Seal to charge at his enemies.
By then, the Thunder Seal had increased to the size of a vehicle and it was packed with crackling energies, as ferocious as the attacks of a Heavenly Venerate.
The Dark Duke pulled a tight face and shouted, “That’s a Thunder Divine Artifact, pull back!”
The sizzling energy on the Thunder Seal was of pure Yang in nature. If the Dark Duke’s forces were to meet the attack head on, they would be severely wounded. Even their incredible regeneration abilities wouldn’t help them much.
“Swis.h.!.+”
The Earl of Terror summoned Terror Qi from behind him. A dark hazy smoke rose up; there were countless ghastly apparitions swimming inside of it. The Earl of Terror forced himself to the limit and poured out all of the Terror Qi he had.
However, that wasn’t able to stop Chen Fan’s attack at all.
“Puchh.”
The Thunder Seal rushed against the black smoke and banished the corrupted souls from this world in an instant, reducing them into a puff of grey smoke. More lightning energy crashed into the dark smoke ten meters away from the four warriors, instilling fear into their hearts.
“Clank!”
Blood Knight Claude pulled out his long blade as an eerie crimson glow was spread across his body. This True Qi was much more condensed and solid compared to what any other martial artist from the East could emit. It was nearly as thick as blood.
The Forlorn Crimson
This was a legendary blade kept secret by the French royal family. Thousands of years ago, a saint from the Christian Church used it to slaughter an Ancestor of the Blood Race. It was tainted by the eldritch energy of the Blood Race’s Ancestor upon contact with him.
“Go!”
Claude brought Forlorn Crimson to a swing and landed a blow on the Thunder Seal.
“Boom!”
The sizzling lightning energy and the crimson glow crashed into each other violently.
The Thunder Seal and the blade were both Spirit Artifacts of a comparable grade. However, the Blood Knight’s personal might was no match against the Power of Heaven and Earth wrapped inside the Thunder Seal. Claude’s body s.h.i.+vered as a crack of lightning ran down from the body of the blade and zigzagged toward Claude.
“Break!”
The Devil of Death hurried to save his friend. Dark smoke rose around the dagger in his hand as he plunged it into the Thunder Seal, carrying all its curses with it. As the curses erupted, lethal venom started to spread over the Thunder Seal, trying to corrupt it. Although the lightning energy was able to keep those curses in check, its speed was reduced.
The Dark Duke and the Earl of Terror attacked as well.
The Dark Blood Race was the avatar of the Primordial Darkness, and possessed Dark Energy from birth, making them as powerful as Earth Level Deities. Although they were Half Breeds, they had awakened all of their abilities through hundreds of years of cultivation.
The Earl of Terror grasped something in the air and beamed down three rays of dark energy at the Thunder Seal, trying to overwhelm it.
The Dark Duke’s method was more direct, simply punching the Thunder Seal.
His attack created the black hole void once again, drawing the Thunder Seal’s energy into itself. The Thunder Seal finally gave in and was sent flying by the slew of attacks.
“Sthh.”
The onlookers were terrified by the deadly scene.
They were not only impressed by the Dark Lord and his cohorts’ power; Chen Fan had held out against four deadly warriors and was able to stand his ground firmly. His opponents were not ordinary foes; they were Curmudgeons who had lived over three hundred years.
“Don’t waste time, let’s finish him now.”
The Dark Duke fixed his gaze on Chen Fan and didn’t even pay any attention to the other fighters from the North Qiong Sect.
The rest would be easy once he got rid of Chen Fan.
“Bang!”
The Dark Duke charged forward, breaking the sonic barrier, creating a dry corridor in the air behind him as he darted across s.p.a.ce through the downpour.
“Boom!”
The Dark Duke used his Fiend Fist of Annihilation again.
This art combined the best from both the Eastern and the Western Martial arts, also imbuing them with the unthinkable power of the Blood Race. After a hundred years of refinement, the Dark Duke had mastered the art and used it at will.