Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Hao Xing Tan Long unleashed his inner energy, causing the sword light to surge and cut a deep gash on Chu Tianxing's face, from which blood gushed out.

"It seems that if I don't tell you, you're going to turn me into a beehive."

Chu Tianxing wiped the blood from his face.

“From the moment you came to my side, I knew you were up to no good. Since the Ghost Qilin Lord is the real culprit who turned me into the Father of Illusion, you are an accomplice. What’s wrong with me killing you?”

Chu Tianxing said with a wry smile, "If you were smart, you wouldn't have come if I had avoided seeing you."

Haoxing Tanlong sheathed his sword, still sticking it in his back, and said sternly, "Everyone has the right to know the truth."

"The Ghost Qilin Lord is an incarnation. I have never seen his true form. All I know is that he transformed you, which is related to your status as the most powerful human being."

Upon hearing "the best of all mankind" again, Haoxing Tanlong frowned: "What exactly is the best of all mankind?"

"This is related to the Three Vehicles of Xuanhuang, and the details are as follows..."

"Heavenly traces, Earthly darkness, human awareness?"

"The Ghost Qilin Master is dead. It doesn't matter who he was anymore. Lao Hao, stop pursuing this. Let's have a drink."

Chu Tianxing tossed over the white jade wine pot in his hand, which contained Thousand Days Sweet Wine, a rare and exquisite brew.

Haoxing Tanlong didn't drink; he had one last question: "What is your purpose in following me?"

"Ha, do you think I've done anything bad to you? All I did was tattle on you and save you from danger so you wouldn't lose your life."

"baffling."

"If you drink with me, I'll tell you about my past, because you always remind me of someone I've lost."

Haoxing Tanlong raised his head and took several large gulps.

"Hahaha! I originally intended to bury this past deep in my heart. Before meeting you, he was Chu Tianxing's only sworn brother in this life..."

The sound, filled with pain and regret, echoed on the Qingjiang River, bathed in the slanting rays of the setting sun, its surface shimmering with autumn light.

On the other side, the desert eagle that left the fairy's feet arrived at the Valley of the Wind.

The north wind blows across the cold, icy stones, and everywhere are dilapidated buildings left from long ago. Only the traces of smoke and fire hint that a tribe once lived here.

This place was once home to the Wind Clan, the "Wind-Riding Eagles," who lived peacefully here for over a thousand years until the day the demons descended.

The dark brown mountain peaks are smeared with the blood of their people, and the deep, dark valleys are filled with their bones.

The desert eagle stared painfully at the deep valley below. So many years had passed, and he still hadn't determined whether that person was the enemy who had wiped out his clan, or whether he simply couldn't bear to be sure.

Suddenly, a heavy footstep sounded behind them, accompanied by the aura of a sword amidst the swirling yellow sand.

"Wandering through the desolate desert for thousands of miles, I travel alone to the ends of the earth."

The desert eagle turned its head: "Who goes there?"

"Tian Du, Mo Dao Jue Chen, please come with me to see the Martial Lord."

"Have you been following me?"

"One month and three days."

"reason?"

"Once you meet Lord Wu, you will understand everything."

"Then you'll be disappointed."

The Desert Eagle's weapon is the wing blade transformed from its own falcon form. It is light, sharp, and can float with the wind, or even hide in the wind to kill without a trace.

brush!

With a whoosh of wind, thin wings suddenly rose, and a bright, white blade flashed, slashing fiercely at Mo Dao Juechen.

But then yellow sand rushed towards them, dust filled their eyes, and a billowing sandstorm swept across the sky, enveloping the entire valley.

The winged blades moved like the wind, yet remained visible in the sand.

"Master!"

In the midst of the sandstorm, the desert eagle suddenly transformed into its eagle form, flapping its wings and soaring into the sky. Before Mo Dao Juechen could react, it swooped down, its wing blades slashing down from above.

Unexpectedly, the yellow sand swirled upwards, like a soaring sand dune crashing into a flying eagle.

Boom!

The sand and blades clashed, scattering sand across the sky. The blades vanished, and the eagle, struck by the impact, tumbled into the valley.

Just before crashing to the ground, the eagle transformed back into human form, leaped into the air with a powerful kick, and charged forward toward Mo Dao Juechen. At the same time, its wing blades unleashed a burst of sword energy over ten feet long, delivering a devastating slash.

"Reverse Blade Spin!"

With a cold shout, the Desert Divine Blade drew a huge arc, radiating purple light, blocking the powerful attack of the Desert Eagle. Then, the Desert Blade reversed and slashed at the back of the Desert Eagle.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the Desert Eagle transformed into a whirlwind, its falconry wings outstretched, appearing and disappearing without a trace. In an instant, blade winds attacked from all directions, giving Mo Dao Juechen no chance to dodge.

Faced with the sharp killing blade, Mo Dao Juechen suddenly opened his eyes, his figure doubled in size, and his pair of purple eyes saw through the true form of the Azure Eagle.

"I admire your move, the Absolute Blade roars with fury!"

Bang bang bang!

The two swords clashed, sparking a series of flashes.

The wind howled fiercely, and a deafening roar resounded.

Expansion!

After several feints, a massive blade of energy, accompanied by a deafening dragon's roar, struck the eagle.

The earth-shattering explosion shook the entire Valley of Wind, causing rocks to crumble and rain down, turning the entire area into a scene of utter destruction.

The eagle fell to the ground in a sorry state, its abdomen ripped open with a large hole, and blood stained the yellow sand.

Mo Dao Juechen sheathed his sword and said in a deep voice, "I have no intention of killing you. Please come with me back to Tiandu to meet the Martial Lord."

"No one can force me to go where I don't want to go."

After saying this coldly, the desert eagle turned around and leaped into the bottomless valley.

"No!"

Before Mo Dao Juechen could reach out and grab it, another sharp eagle cry rang out, and the desert eagle soared into the sky from the bottom of the valley and disappeared into the clouds.

"A cover-up."

Mo Dao Juechen had been guarding the foot of the immortal, and had finally managed to keep the Desert Eagle away on its own. It had followed him to the Valley of the Wind, but now the eagle had escaped. He couldn't help but shake his head.

After a thorough search of the Valley of the Wind, nothing was found except for the remaining ruins of the Eagle Clan.

"Let's go back to Tiandu first."

When Mo Dao Juechen returned to Tiandu, Damo Cangying also flew back to Yunhan Immortal Pavilion.

Tianji, who had just healed Diming's injuries, was recuperating when he saw the Desert Eagle return covered in blood. He reached out to transfer his true energy to the eagle while urgently asking, "Brother Eagle, what happened?"

"Pfft... I was inexplicably injured by someone from Tiandu."

"What! I'll go to Tiandu right now to seek justice for my friend!"

Chapter 374 A Worryingly Low IQ, Stabbed in the Back

Luo Hou had just finished listening to Mo Dao Juechen's report when he saw Tian Ji leading the Desert Eagle angrily through the barrier.

"Xuanhuang Sancheng Tianji pays respects to the Heavenly Capital Martial Lord, and requests that the Martial Lord hand over the Mo Dao Juechen that injured my friend!"

Luo Hou waved his hand to open the Western Sea barrier, letting the two people in.

The grandeur of Tiandu clearly surprised the two. This majestic and prosperous city exuded an unfathomable aura, with pavilions and towers all protected by restrictions, and the flowers, plants and trees teeming with murderous intent.

Mo Dao Juechen stood behind Luo Hou, his expression calm and undisturbed.

The people of Tiandu seemed to ignore Tianji's challenge and continued doing their own thing. Only when a real fight broke out would they come to watch the spectacle.

Looking at Tianji's angry expression, Luo Hou silently gave him a bad review in his heart. He was so impatient, he was far inferior to Su Huanzhen.

"Mo Dao Juechen is acting on my orders."

Tianji raised an eyebrow: "Oh? What grudge does the Martial Lord have against the Desert Eagle?"

"Nothing."

"Then I demand an explanation."

"There is a dragon-headed evil spirit in the Valley of the Wind. The Desert Eagle is the only person who has come into contact with the Valley of the Wind. I need to investigate whether he has been corrupted by evil."

Upon hearing about the dragon-headed evil spirit, Tianji was surprised again: "You also know about the Eight-Headed Evil God?"

“I know far more than you can imagine. Leaving the Desert Eagle in Tiandu is the best choice for both you and him.”

The best way to prevent infectious diseases is, of course, isolation.

At this time, the desert eagle had not yet been transformed into King Jialuo, and its pre-isolation can be considered a saving of his life.

Tianji's expression softened slightly, but he still said arrogantly, "My friend is my responsibility to protect; there's no need for others to do so. Mo Dao Juechen injured Da Mo Cangying, and I want to settle this score."

Luo Hou's lips curled slightly: "How do you want to ask for it?"

"With a limit of three moves, Tianji will challenge Wujun."

"Your good friend Jun Fengtian once asked me for three tips."

Among the laws of Heaven, Earth, and Man, the strongest in terms of practical combat ability is Fei Chang Jun, the most tricks are Di Ming, the most difficult to break is Jun Fengtian's innate divine emperor aura, and Tian Ji is really not worth watching.

When Luo Hou visited Defeng Ancient Road, Jun Fengtian suffered a crushing defeat.

"Then I will settle the debt with Fengtian as well. Please."

With a sweep of his Drunken Wanderer whisk, Tianji unleashed a powerful celestial wind, summoning countless sword shadows. The divine decree was drawn, stirring up clouds in the heavens and waves in the western sea.

It's fighting!

The Martial Lord is taking action less and less, and it's rare for someone to come to him looking for a fight.

People from all walks of life rushed over and crowded around the square, craning their necks to watch.