All Chapters of The Secret of The Demonic Artifact: Chapter 761
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Rising Sun Swordplay, Part I.
Chang Zhong's sword shot forward like a bolt of lightning tearing through storm clouds, producing a crackling sound like burning wood in a funeral pyre. The blade hummed with spiritual energy that made the very air vibrate with lethal intent.The air around him grew hot and oppressive, scorched by the spiritual energy flowing from his sword in waves. The spectators held their breath with lungs burning, their hearts pounding like war drums as they watched the intensifying battle that would determine life and death.Qi Yu, still smiling smugly over her victory in humiliating Zhao Hua before the crowd, was too late to realize the danger threatening her life. Her eyes widened in shock as Chang Zhong's sword approached at an incredible speed that defied mortal perception."Rising Sun Sword!" Chang Zhong shouted with voice that shook the beach, his voice echoing through the air like thunder announcing judgment, filled with anger and hatred that burned hotter than any flame.Golden light ema
Rising Sun Swordplay, Part II
The black smoke moved like a living wall with consciousness and intent, attempting to block Chang Zhong's increasingly fierce attacks that rained down upon her. The defensive technique drew gasps from knowledgeable spectators who recognized the forbidden art."Five Demon Dance!" Qi Yu shouted with voice echoing from within the thickening black mist that swirled around her, her voice carrying notes of desperation mixed with determination.From within the mist that roiled like storm clouds, five demon shaped shadows emerged with glowing red eyes. Each shadow attacked one of Chang Zhong's sword shadows with claws extended, engaging in a battle that seemed to transcend the mortal realm.The battle intensified beyond what most had ever witnessed, the collision of spiritual energy creating airwaves that sent dust and sand flying in all directions. The arena became shrouded in thick fog that obscured the combatants, making spectators strain to see the outcome.Chang Zhong, his face filled wi
The Amulet and the Curious Ghost Spirit.
As Qi Yu lay weak on the splintered wooden planks with gaping wounds that wouldn't stop bleeding, a crowd of commoners quickly poured in from the edge of the battle area. They gathered with triumphant expressions painted across their faces, like wild dogs that had finally cornered their prey after a long hunt."Look at that demon girl now lying in her own blood! She deserves her punishment for daring to challenge the righteous!" shouted an old man with a thin beard that hung from his weathered chin, spitting on the ground near where Qi Yu lay in agony. His voice was filled with hatred toward Qi Yu that had festered for years against the demonic sects.An old woman with missing front teeth pointed at Qi Yu with her wrinkled fingers like claws. Her voice was shrill and grating to the ears, carrying malice in every syllable."You worthless devil sect trash who pollutes our sacred ground! How dare you challenge a disciple of the sacred Sword Light Sect that protects our city! Don't you kn
Master Lin of the State, Part I.
The beach of Biramaki City turned into a sea of tears and screams of fear that echoed across the sand. The people who had been mocking Qi Yu with cruel words were now wailing pitifully like wounded animals, their arrogance replaced by terror.Among them, three people stood out with screams like crying puppies abandoned in the rain. Their voices carried above the general chaos, marking them as suffering more than the others around them."Help! Something is crushing me with unbearable weight!" shouted a fat man with face red as blood, his voice cracking with panic. "I can't move even a finger! It's like a mountain is crushing my back and breaking my spine!"Beside him sprawled on the wet sand, a middle aged woman was crying hysterically with tears streaming down her painted face. "A spirit... there's a spirit hugging me with icy arms! Let me go, please let me go!"However, no one could do anything to help them despite their desperate pleas. This amulet with its strange spiritual power w
Master Lin of the State, Part II.
State Master Lin Zhao merely snorted coldly at the shallow praise that meant nothing to him. His gaze was sharp and unwavering like a drawn blade, ignoring all the cheap praise around him that flowed like water.It seemed he was focused entirely on searching for the vanished spiritual traces that still lingered faintly. The flattery of mortals held no interest for one who had reached his level of cultivation.The crowd followed enthusiastically as State Master Lin walked around the arena with measured steps. Every step State Master Lin Zhao took created tremendous fear in those nearby, his aura pressing down on them like physical weight.The attendees whispered among themselves in hushed tones, trying to catch the mysterious movements of the State Master. "Look! He's looking for something important!" whispered a young man to his companion with eyes wide, pointing at the slowly moving figure.State Master Lin Zhao slowly moved his hands in intricate patterns, emitting a thin yet sharp
The Black Shadow on the Horizon.
Night fell on the beach of Biramaki City like a dark curtain descending upon a stage. The previously bustling atmosphere was now quiet and empty, the dragon boat festival had ended hours ago, leaving behind traces of liveliness that were slowly fading away into memory.Rong Tian looked around carefully with eyes that missed nothing, making sure there was no one left on the beach. The area was now only lit by the moonlight that cast long shadows across the sand and reflected off the gentle waves.He saw Qi Yu lying weakly beside him among the wooden debris, unconscious and pale as death. "I can't leave you here to die alone," he murmured with voice barely audible, his heart filled with deep concern that weighed upon his chest like stones.Carefully, he lifted Qi Yu's body with arms that trembled slightly from exhaustion, feeling her weight as he carried her into his embrace. Despite her slender frame, the burden of responsibility felt heavier than any physical weight.Using his Qinggon
At the Imperial Cemetery of Bei Fang- Part I.
Rong Tian dived from the sky with a movement that exuded elegance and power beyond mortal capability. His Black Bat King's robe fluttered dramatically behind him, splitting the darkness of the night like the wings of a giant bird soaring through the sky with supernatural grace.His Qinggong technique was flawless and refined through countless hours of practice, as if he were part of the wind itself rather than merely riding upon it. Unfortunately, no one witnessed his breathtaking display of martial prowess that would have left observers speechless with awe.The silent night was the only witness to his extraordinary skill that defied natural law. As his feet touched the ground with precision that spoke of absolute control, each step created a subtle yet palpable vibration that spread outward.The vibration rippled through the air in expanding circles, like ripples on the surface of calm water disturbed by a falling stone. In front of him lay the Bai Feng Dynasty Imperial Cemetery stre
At the Imperial Cemetery of Bei Fang- Part II.
Instead it transformed his foundation, strengthened his cultivation base, and filled him with power beyond mortal limits. Rong Tian trembled uncontrollably as his body struggled to adapt, cold sweat pouring down his forehead in rivulets that soaked his collar.His hands clenched tightly into fists until knuckles turned white, the veins in his arms bulging grotesquely beneath his skin. "Hold on..." he muttered to himself through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse but determined despite the agony coursing through every nerve."You are the Black Bat King who walks the path of demons. You will not lose here to a long dead emperor!"The energy surging through his body slowly transformed as he gained control, turning into a dark black wave flowing like a river of darkness through his meridians. Suddenly without warning, the shadow of the old emperor's spirit appeared before him materializing from nothing.A terrifying figure in a tattered golden robe that had once represented ultimate authorit
Secret Conversation – Part I.
Rong Tian remained motionless behind the ancient tombstone, using the hiding technique he had mastered through years of demonic cultivation. He sharpened his hearing to supernatural levels, hoping to catch the conversation between State Master Lin and the mysterious figure called "Prince" who stood beside him."The mission in the Hadarac Desert was a complete failure, Lin Zhao," the Prince's heavy voice sounded cold as winter frost cutting through the night air. "You caused unnecessary chaos that drew unwanted attention to our operations."State Teacher Lin bowed slightly with hands clasped before him, his voice full of regret though his eyes showed calculating intelligence. "Forgive me, Prince. The plan to divide the white sect and the demon sect did not go as expected despite our careful preparations.""Five hundred royal archers in black masks were supposed to create perfect chaos and confusion," the prince replied with disappointment evident in his tone. "But instead, you've made
Secret Conversation – Part II.
They spoke in such a low voice that even Rong Tian's enhanced hearing couldn't catch a single word. Only the movement of their lips and their serious expressions were visible in the pale moonlight filtering through the willow trees.In an effort to hear more clearly by leaning forward, Rong Tian accidentally stepped on a dry willow branch hidden beneath fallen leaves.CRACK!The sound of the broken branch shatters the silence of the night like a thunderclap, like lightning splitting the sky and announcing danger to all who could hear.Teacher Lin immediately turned his head with speed that betrayed his high cultivation, his eagle like eyes locking onto Rong Tian's position within the magical illusion that concealed him. "Who's eavesdropping on matters of state!" he shouted with voice that carried across the cemetery.In an instant faster than mortal eye could follow, he drew his sword from its sheath with metallic ring. The sword's energy shimmered with deadly intent, creating waves p