Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 178 The Death of Jade Rakshasa

"Seeing the legendary Blood-Clad Man made me realize how precious and wonderful it is to be alive, or to be young and alive."

Yu Luosha spoke with a slight Western Region accent; his voice was ethereal, as if it had blended into the mist.

"Heh, you're about to die of illness, are you getting impatient?" Hongxiu stood on tiptoe, the golden bells on her ankles jingling, her voice still playful and cute.

"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Gods and Demons. The Jade of the West, Forever Existing in Heaven and Earth."

With a swift movement, amidst the fading mist, Yu Luosha appeared on a nearby tree branch, staring intently at Hongxiu: "You can see through my life force?"

"Why not?"

Hongxiu narrowed her round eyes, smiling like a little fox, and slowly swept her gaze over him, laughing, "You're such a fool, actually coming to cause me trouble."

Her face suddenly darkened, and she sneered, "Do I look like an easy target?"

"Anyone in this world who dares to treat the Blood-Clad Man as an easy target is either a madman or a fool." Jade Rakshasa sneered. "But I am indeed nearing the end of my life and have no other choice."

Is Jade Rakshasa about to die?

This news shocked Zhenyangzi greatly. If the most prestigious person in the entire Central Plains martial arts world was the Great Compassion Zen Master, then the Jade Rakshasa was the undisputed overlord of the entire Western Regions.

Jade Rakshasa is invincible, wields immense power, and possesses boundless wealth.

This is a consensus among martial arts practitioners in the Western Regions.

However, even such an invincible figure had to admit that he was going to die.

Zhenyangzi looked up at the sky and murmured, "Indeed, supernatural powers are no match for destiny."

Hongxiu gently propped up her jade-like arm, rested her snowy cheek on it, and smiled, "But it seems to me that you didn't come for our secret of 'immortality' either."

Jade Rakshasa said coldly, "I'm a madman, not that fool Da Bei. I'm not that stupid to deal with the three of you."

With a quick glance around her beautiful eyes, Hongxiu kicked her little feet on the tree branch and asked, "So, what do you want?"

Jade Rakshasa said earnestly, "The candle flame is red."

Hongxiu raised her beautifully curved sword, her brow furrowing: "It?"

Jade Rakshasa's breathing became noticeably rapid: "Yes, that's it!"

"Oh?"

A gentle breeze broke through the heavy black clouds atop Shaoshi Mountain, allowing a sliver of sunlight to shine quietly upon Hongxiu. She smiled slightly, her fair fingers lightly tapping the blade.

"Ding~!"

Like the sound of bells and chimes, it slowly reverberated throughout the forest, the clear and crisp sound sending a tingling sensation through everyone present.

What a divine weapon!
"Jade Rakshasa, what have you discovered?" Hongxiu asked calmly.

Yu Luosha had calmed down and said calmly, "I looked at the bodies of the Three Friends of Winter, and then at the bodies of Gong Jiu and the others who died in Wudang. Their remains were all three-tenths lighter than they originally were."

"Therefore, I immediately had a bold conjecture."

"Oh~!" Hongxiu still had a faint smile on her face. "Go on, state your conclusion."

Yu Luosha's eyes narrowed, and she slowly said, "In order to verify my conjecture, I had my followers attack you on Shaoshi Mountain just now to observe your changes."

"As expected, your internal strength and physical body are completely different from what they were a few months ago!"

Hongxiu glanced at him and nodded, saying, "You're quite observant."

Yu Luosha calmly adjusted her pace and continued, "So, your 'Candle Flower Red' really does have strange abilities, capable of killing people and then scraping their bones to extract their marrow and blood essence."

He paused, then almost groaned, "Then it feeds back on you. The more you kill, the stronger you become, right? Even, even makes you younger."

"right?"

Hooray!
Thunder roared in the sky, and lightning flashed, illuminating the two figures, one standing and one sitting, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

"It's over! I'm going to die!"

Zhenyangzi almost groaned inwardly as he slowly collapsed to the ground.

The round-faced disciple was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder and collapsed to the ground, repeatedly saying, "I was so stupid! What's so great about going down the mountain? Kunlun Mountain is so much better!"

"Drawing someone's life essence? How evil!" Hongxiu held a sword across her chest and laughed, "How could you think of such a thing?"

"Just give it to me, isn't that enough?" Jade Rakshasa stretched out her hand and smiled politely.

Hongxiu glanced at her sideways, her tone tinged with doubt: "You can't beat me either. Why should I give it to you?"

Jade Rakshasa said indifferently, "I know I can't get it. So, in order to survive, I have no choice but to kill you."

"Are you sure you want to do something so stupid?"

Hongxiu stood up at some point, casually took off the wooden hairpin, and her beautiful hair and blood-stained clothes danced in the wind, like a witch descending to earth.

"Ha, how could you know my thoughts when you're not near death?"

Jade Rakshasa moved, as fast as a blur. Even with Hongxiu's keen eyesight, she could only catch a faint figure flying by.

Suddenly, a soft sword sprang from his waist. With a gentle flick, the sword flashed like a rainbow and pierced straight into Hongxiu's heart.

With a disdainful look on her bright red lips, Hongxiu said, "Is that all?" With a flick of her wrist, the demonic blade flashed with a streak of red lightning.

With a clang, the two men's swords clashed, sparks flying.

Hongxiu laughed heartily, leaped into the air, and the blood-red light reflected a crimson glow in the forest. Before the blade was even drawn, the aura of the blade had already dissipated.

As the blades clashed, a surge of immense power rushed forth, causing Jade Rakshasa's tiger's mouth to go numb. Using the force, she twisted her sword, the tip of which shot out sharply, aiming straight for Red Sleeve's throat.

"Ha!" The Red-Sleeved Demon Blade thrust forward, aiming for Jade Rakshasa's heart.

To be honest, Jade Rakshasa's sword strike was delivered from an unusual angle, and 99% of people in the martial arts world would not be able to dodge it.

Even though Hongxiu's backhand slash pierced the girl's throat, it couldn't escape the fate of tearing open her chest.

Jade Rakshasa, seeking only to live, refused to perish with him. With a swift turn, she unleashed several more sword strikes.

Her red sleeves moved like a crimson breeze, dancing with the sword light. The demonic blade in her hand slipped in with the wind, silently nourishing everything. Under the dim sky, only a bright light could be seen, enveloping the entire dense forest.

The Kunlun people were almost dumbfounded in the distance, seeing only flashes of swords and the clash of blades, completely unaware of what was happening.

Just then, the blood shadow and the black shadow flashed.

In an instant, two figures moved like ghosts, rising and falling like owls soaring into the sky. Blood and sword light intertwined, like two bolts of lightning, one red and one green, seemingly close yet distant, entangled and repeating, like stars leaping and changing unpredictably.

With a series of clanging sounds, the two had exchanged more than ten blows in the blink of an eye.

Yu Luosha felt the soft sword in her hand suddenly become heavier, and her heart sank even further: "Her strength is simply unbelievable. If Ren Jianshen is recognized as having superhuman strength, then the Blood-Clad Man is a demon god incarnate!" At this moment, exhaustion surged over her, and she wished she could just fall asleep right then and there.

"As expected, you're all show and no substance now; you're completely worn out." Hongxiu's clear voice rang out.

Then the demonic blade emitted a buzzing sound, and a bright blood-red light shone from its blade.

The red candle flame transformed into a bolt of lightning, piercing and stabbing as it broke through the Jade Rakshasa's sword barrier.

Hongxiu shouted sharply, "Go!"

The blood-red light suddenly dispersed, transforming into countless fireflies that enveloped the Jade Rakshasa.

Yu Luosha felt her hands tremble violently, and she could no longer hold the sword hilt; the soft sword slipped from her hands.

The fireflies exploded, reverting to the red glow of candle flames. The blade lightly grazed Jade Rakshasa's left chest, flesh torn open, blade energy penetrating her body, and a mist of blood shot out from behind.

At this moment, the clouds churned and turned inky black, obscuring everything and plunging the world into darkness.

The two stood facing each other.

"What a beautiful knife!" Jade Rakshasa looked up at the sky.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn, and his body swayed as if he might fall at any moment.

But he did not fall.

"Qiang!"

Hongxiu sheathed her sword with a backhand motion, held the wooden hairpin in her mouth, and tied her hands together to form a ball.

Yu Luosha watched her movements and smiled slightly: "Is the hairpin Ren Jian Shen Diao's?"

"Yes!" Hongxiu finished tying her hair, casually tucking it into her bun, and said with a grin, "Doesn't it look great?"

Jade Rakshasa said, "Whether it looks good or not is another matter. The sword aura on the hairpin is awe-inspiring, making it an excellent treasure."

Hongxiu said proudly, "Of course!" Then she changed the subject, "Alright, you've come to the end of your life. Do you have any last words to say?"

"Last words?"

Jade Rakshasa's voice grew increasingly ethereal, yet her eyes shone brightly, as if bursting with divine brilliance. This brilliance flashed by, like the embers of a long night, slowly fading away.

"That's all. Dying under the red candlelight is a pleasant death."

A gust of wind blew by, and with a thud, the person collapsed to the ground, their blood staining a large patch of earth.

Boom! !
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, illuminating the silent figure of Hongxiu.

"Time has extinguished even the greatest heroes. The cripple is right; even the most valiant heroes of a lifetime are nothing more than a handful of dust in the end, returning to dust. Without immortality, even the most beautiful things are nothing but illusions."

As the little beggar spoke, lightning flashed again. She slowly turned around, her red dress billowing, a sword at her side, and walked towards the Kunlun group.

"Hong, Sister Hongxiu!" Zhenyangzi suddenly knelt down, prostrating himself on the ground, and shouted in a muffled voice, "We, we are law-abiding citizens!"
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"Ah~!"

"What's going on? Why is it all sword light?!"

"No, my hands, my legs! Ah, I, I'm dead?!"

At this moment, dozens of martial arts practitioners jumped out from among the tens of thousands of martial arts practitioners.

What an irresistible temptation to join forces with righteous masters to kill Old Demon Ren!

However, the ideal was very rich, but the reality was very harsh. As soon as they joined the battle, before they had even gotten within ten feet of each other, they felt a flash of sword light in front of them.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten people were lying on the ground.

To Ren Shaoyang, these people were not worthy of his whim; with just a flick of his finger, Qinlong would unleash several sword blades to stab them to death.

Immediately afterwards, he moved like a phantom, appearing and disappearing in an instant, and stabbed several senior monks of the "Ku" generation to death.

As the Bitterly Resolute Zen Master of Bodhi Garden clutched his chest, he knelt down and died with his head bowed.

In this battle, the entire "Ku" generation of Shaolin monks was wiped out.

"What a terrible thing!"

With a loud gust of wind, the Great Compassionate Zen Master opened and closed his palms, conjuring hundreds of palm shadows that rushed towards him.

Ren Shaoyang grasped the Great Compassion Zen Master's forearm with his right hand, sat down slightly, and pulled him backward.

"Die to me!"

The Great Compassionate Zen Master suddenly launched a long, sharp attack, his tongue thundering like spring thunder, and struck the man's chest with his elbow!

With a loud thud, Ren Shaoyang remained unfazed and used his "Great Vajra Divine Power" to deflect the incoming force.

The Great Compassionate Zen Master let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with terror: "Buddha, Buddhist supernatural power, indestructible Vajra?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "It's the power of the Great Vajra!" As he spoke, he exerted force with his hand, and with a single pull, he lifted him up and threw him two or three zhang away!
"Great Compassionate Zen Master!"

Then another group of orthodox sect masters rushed over.

Wang Shidai of the Beggars' Sect exchanged a punch with Ren Shaoyang, and immediately couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, falling to the ground with a thud.

Hundreds more martial artists rushed in, but Ren Shaoyang moved with lightning speed. His white shadow flashed, and his sword moved like the wind. More and more corpses appeared on the ground.

In such a charge, dozens of people died upon contact.

This delay, however, saved the life of Zen Master Dabei. The old Zen Master was seen vomiting blood incessantly, his face ashen and covered in soot.

But his internal strength was truly formidable. Even though his bones were shattered into a pile, he still leaped up and shouted, "The Great Arhat Formation!"

"Yes!"

More than a hundred monks shouted in unison, scattered, and surrounded Ren Shaoyang in the center.

They were all clad in armor and wielding clubs, their blood and energy as fierce as oxen. Clearly, they were specifically targeting Ren Shaoyang, or rather, the Divine Sword Captures the Dragon!
Just as the monks with sticks surrounded him, Zen Master Dabei vomited blood again and searched everywhere for a bitter gourd.

But then he suddenly remembered that the bitter gourd had been beaten to death, and he was overcome with grief.

But he quickly composed himself and grabbed a middle-aged monk: "Liaomeng, hurry up and go to the mountain path to find your junior brother Liaoran. We've reached a critical moment; it's time to light the gunpowder!"

The head monk was dumbfounded upon hearing this. He never expected the abbot to be so ruthless. With tens of thousands of people present, were they all going to be blown up to protect the prestige of Shaolin?

Seeing the gloomy and fierce gaze of the Great Compassionate Zen Master, Liao Mengyan swallowed hard, bowed her head in response, and then turned and ran towards the mountain path.

Just as the battle was raging on Mount Shaoshi.

In the distance, a carriage slowly approached on the official road.

The driver was an old man with a round face wearing a straw hat. He looked extremely ordinary, no different from anyone else working in the countryside.

Just then, a figure in black appeared and blocked the road.

"Uu~!"

The old man stopped the carriage, jumped down, clapped his hands, and laughed, "Oh dear, I'm late! Was Emperor Li Dao waiting for this old man?"

"call!"

Ding An waved his hand, and in an instant, a short sword was drawn, sparks flew around him, and flames swirled, surrounding him at the core.

The surrounding flowers and trees were affected by the sparks and immediately burst into flames.

Martial arts practitioners followed, and upon witnessing this strange event, they all exclaimed in surprise, creating utter chaos.

Ding An shouted, "Wu Ming, you can't avoid this battle!"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows slightly: "Alright, this old man also wants to see your 'Burning City'."

"To use the little beggar's words," Ding'an grinned, "you'll have to risk your life to see!"
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At the mountain path of Shaoshi Mountain.

A tall figure clad in a Taoist robe was killing people. Whether they were martial artists or monks, each step was accompanied by a sword strike, each strike a kill.

His expression was cold as he headed straight for the forest where gunpowder was buried.
P.S.: We still need to wrap this up in one more day.

(End of this chapter)