Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The woman placed the box on the table and said with a charming smile, "Your friend asked me to give this to you."

"What about others?"

"Just open it and you'll know."

Mo Dao Juechen was no novice in the martial world, and he suspected there was something fishy about the box. He immediately became cautious and slowly opened the box.

Unexpectedly, what appeared before them was a severed hand and a green bamboo fan.

That's Yu Bufan's fan!

Mo Dao Juechen suddenly stood up and grabbed the woman by the neck like he was squeezing a chick: "Where is Yu Bufan? What have you done to him!"

"He is currently at Mount Xuming. If you arrive too late, you might not be able to see him."

Taking advantage of Mo Dao's mental turmoil, the woman took out a smoke bomb and threw it down. A cloud of poisonous white mist surged out, and the woman disappeared.

"Ah~uh~"

The tea stall owner and the tea drinkers all collapsed in the poisonous fog, and a grain of gold dust rolled onto the ground.

"kill!"

A cold shout rang out from the white mist, and countless assassins swarmed in.

"A thousand shadows piercing the sky!"

Mo Dao Juechen drew his sword and counterattacked, severing a string of heads in one move.

With his dearest friend in mind, Mo Dao fights and marches through the sea of ​​people.

But before the crisis subsided, another crisis arose. With the detonation of explosives buried in the ground, flames surged and the earth shattered.

Mo Dao did not stop. To save time, he neither dodged nor evaded, but continued to strike forward with each strike.

"A raging torrent!"

I don't know how many people I killed, or how many people are still ahead of me. Those who stood in my way fell one by one.

"Yu Bufan, you must wait for me!"

Blood dripped all over the path leading up the mountain.

The knife burned with the light of anger.

Mo Dao Juechen stepped on fire and thunder, treading on raging flames, and fought his way to the top of Xuming Mountain.

On the mountaintop, a blue-robed man was tied to a withered tree. His black hair was loose and covered his face.

"Extraordinary, I've arrived!"

Mo Dao walked up to Yu Bufan, swung his sword to cut the ropes binding him, helped him up, and prepared to carry him on his shoulder.

Just then, a short knife silently pierced Mo Dao Juechen's abdomen.

"You? You're not Yu Bufan!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

The person disguised as Yu Bufan looked up and saw an unfamiliar face.

Mo Dao breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't Yu Bufan. That's great!

Only then did he realize he was dizzy. Looking down, he saw the short blade stuck in his abdomen gleaming with a blue light, and the blood flowing around him was already black.

"Night Desolate Grass, Heavenly Thunderfire, Desert Blade Dust, you're finished."

"Humph!"

The only response to this person was endless flashes of swords, boundless sandstorms, and a deathly aura.

The smile on the man's face had not yet faded when he was beheaded, his lowly head flying into the air.

More assassins rushed forward, the deadly poison corroding his internal organs. At the critical moment, Mo Dao Juechen finally unleashed a deafening dragon roar.

Purple light flowed, and the dragon opened its eyes.

“Purple Star Mark, I have been waiting for you for a long time.”

Amidst the roar of the sword dragon, a domineering figure stepped onto the summit of Mount Xuming, his sword energy as sharp as a prairie fire, his killing intent chilling.

"It's you, Dao Wuji!"

"Do you still remember the Five Dragons of the Heavens? I am your second brother, Blazing Crimson Scale."

Having revealed everything, Dao Wuji's eyes snapped open, turning blood red.

Mo Dao Juechen had no time to think. As the dragon energy flowed through his body, a black power burst forth from the Desert Divine Blade, and he swung it out fiercely.

"Desert Wind Frenzy Slash, Die!"

"Overlord Blade, you are beheaded!"

Chapter 33 The Power of Death

The poison of the Night Desolate Grass rendered Mo Dao Juechen's internal energy unable to continue.

The fire poison caused by the Heavenly Thunder Fire also attacked the internal organs, causing blood to flow like a torrent and strength to gradually diminish.

Despite possessing the power of death, he was already severely injured.

After more than a dozen moves, Mo Dao Juechen was already at a disadvantage. He forced out the last drop of true essence from his dantian, determined to perish together with Dao Wuji.

"The Heavenly Blade Severing Without a Trace!"

With a desperate attack, Dao Wuji dared not underestimate it and unleashed his ultimate move in return: "Imperial Divine Strike!"

The same ultimate move, the same limit, dragons within blades, neither giving an inch.

Two beams of sword energy swept through the mountains like a whirlwind, shattering mountains and splitting valleys.

Two beams of light, like the sun shining brightly, slayed immortals and killed gods.

The summit of Xuming Mountain was instantly leveled, with flying sand and stones creating a sound that could be heard for miles around.

Mo Dao Juechen suffered another heavy blow and finally collapsed to the ground, his blood staining the mountaintop. He gritted his teeth and held on to the Desert God Blade, but he couldn't get up no matter what.

"Fourth brother, offer your body to me, and you will be with me."

Dao Wuji approached Mo Dao Juechen, squatted down, and a greedy glint appeared in his eyes. Then he opened his mouth wide and took a bite.

"Blazing Crimson Scale, stop!"

Just then, Drunken Yellow Dragon leaped over and landed in front of Mo Dao Juechen.

"Delightful."

Knowing the strength of Drunken Yellow Dragon, Dao Wuji had no choice but to stand up and prepare to fight to the death.

To everyone's surprise, the drunken Huanglong only lectured him with deep sorrow: "Blazing Crimson Scale, he is Purple Star Mark, he is our brother, how can the Five Dragons of the Heavenly Empire kill each other?"

Why have you come here?

“Luo Hou reminded me that you are the Blazing Crimson Scale. I have been observing your movements these past few days.”

It's Rahu again!

"Now that you know my identity, Heavenly Venerable Imperial Descendant, what do you wish to do?"

“I will take you brothers back to the heavenly realm; the Bitter Realm is not our homeland.”

"dream."

It was no longer possible to devour Mo Dao Juechen, so Dao Wuji flashed away.

Drunken Huanglong watched his retreating figure and called out, "Brother, your big brother is waiting for you."

Lying on the ground, Mo Dao Juechen used his last strength to tug at the hem of Zuiyin Huanglong's robe: "Yu... Yu Bufan, take me to see Yu Bufan."

Where is Yu Bufan?

Drunkard Huanglong wanted to find out the truth, but discovered that Mo Dao Juechen was already dead.

"Purple Star Mark! Purple Star Mark!"

Drunkard Huanglong panicked. He remembered that Luo Hou had appeared at the same time as Yu Bufan, so he hurriedly picked up Mo Dao Juechen and flew to Tiandu.

In Tiandu, Luo Hou entrusted the Lone Star to Shao Hao.

After what happened a few days ago, no one neglected Shao Hao's studies anymore. They wished he could cultivate all the time and become invincible in one fell swoop.

"This is a weapon bestowed upon Sirius by Death. It carries the power of Death. Try to see if you can wield it."

"Yes, foster father."

The Lone Star is shaped like a long-handled scythe, with a curved and sharp blade that radiates silver light, captivating and alluring.

Shao Hao took the Lone Star and was almost overwhelmed by it.

It's just too big, too long, and too heavy.

Shao Hao gripped the Lone Star tightly, looked up at the enormous sword—the very sword that had shattered the Heavenly Capital's barrier.

Suddenly, the knife seemed to sense the fluctuations in Shao Hao's heart and began to tremble on its own. A power from ancient times surged out and rushed into Shao Hao's tiger's mouth.

"Uh!"

Shao Hao's face showed pain, and black energy surged around his body.

Huang Quan was shocked and tried to remove Gu Xing, but Luo Hou stopped him: "This is the power of the God of Death."

"How could he possess the power of death?"

"Let's take a look first."

The death power contained within the lone star flowed into Shao Hao's body on its own, and it took a long time for it to subside.

Shao Hao opened his eyes, gripped the Lone Star tightly with both hands, and shouted, "Death Weeps!"

In an instant, a lone star shone brightly, and a burst of sword energy erupted, flying hundreds of feet high and exploding into a giant crystal mushroom cloud in the middle of the Western Sea.

Its power is comparable to that of a torpedo.

Everyone was stunned. He'd already learned swordsmanship?

Luo Hou praised, "He truly is my son."