Chapter 166 — Crimson Flame
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 4 of 5
"Boom, boom, boom..." The dreadful thing walked very slowly, yet every step seemed to land upon the hearts of the righteous path. Countless people stared woodenly as that mountain of horrifying white bone drew slowly nearer; even a figure like Xiao Yichen had gone somewhat pale.
Seeing the evil spirit about to reach them, white bone like a mountain, Dao Yan Zhenren spoke in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoists, follow me."
As the words left his mouth, the three righteous leaders at the fore transformed into three beams of radiance and were the first to rise, and behind them followed more than a dozen beams of various colors, flying toward the evil spirit. And atop the head of the giant evil spirit, that mysterious youth wore a look of indifference, his eyes slowly reflecting those approaching streaks of strange light.
Between heaven and earth there was suddenly a dead stillness, a feeling as though one could not draw breath.
Seeing the righteous radiance streak across the sky and about to descend, the Beast Lord's pupils abruptly contracted. He made no visible movement, yet the huge, horrifying monster beneath his feet suddenly raised its vast, hideous head, opened its enormous bloody maw, and howled at the heavens, a sound that shook the four wilds; behind it, the countless horde of beast-demons broke into a chorus of mournful cries.
With that shrill howl, the giant monster, its feet never leaving the ground, opened its great maw and snapped at the beams of radiance rushing down from the sky. From afar, that gaping maw was so hideous that it looked capable of swallowing all these righteous folk in a single bite.
But these dozen or so were the finest of the righteous masters, the elite of the elite; even across the whole world, among the righteous, the demonic, the sorcerous, and the shamanic paths alike, they were first-rate figures, and the depth of their cultivation was not to be underestimated.
Sure enough, savage and ferocious as that evil spirit-beast was, the beams of radiance plunging from the sky scattered at once, flying off in every direction, and in an instant revealed the true forms of the elders standing in midair. For a time all of them shouted curses, magic treasures blazed with strange light, and they attacked the evil spirit from every quarter.
And high above the clouds appeared Dao Yan Zhenren, Sage Pucheng, and Yun Yifeng. Yun Yifeng struck first: with a light sweep of his left hand, firelight suddenly flared in his palm, like the jade of pure yang born in the void, amber in hue—the Mystic Fire art of the Fenzia Valley, cultivated to its highest realm.
That flame was almost solid, seeming tiny as it burned in Yun Yifeng's hand. Then his palm turned over, his face stern, his hands moving in a dance like a shooting star streaking across the horizon. That single point of pure flame left his body; in midair it seemed to turn slowly, seemingly slow yet in truth swift, and flew toward the evil spirit.
By now the dozen elders around him had all summoned their magic treasures and were striking at the horrifying monster. The giant white-bone body was struck everywhere by ceaseless impacts of strange radiance. Yet though the monster shuddered under the blows of treasures wielded by figures of such profound cultivation—force that would have scattered the souls of ordinary men—it went on as if nothing were happening, only howling again and again, clearly uncomfortable, and growing ever more furious, roaring savagely.