The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1076

Chapter 1076: Chapter 1073: The Yellow Sparrow is Behind Chapter 1076: Chapter 1073: The Yellow Sparrow is Behind “Shen Luo, Friend Shen, looking at your pathetic state, caught between human and ghost, you must be in great pain, aren't you? I'll reluctantly show a bit of compassion and send you on your way, to spare you some suffering,” Zhao Tong muttered under his breath, lifting his palm to strike down on Shen Luo's head.

“Stop,” suddenly, Huang Yi bellowed angrily.

At his words, Zhao Tong hesitated, his raised hand suspended in mid-air, not truly smashing down.

“Why do you stop me?” Zhao Tong asked with a frown.

“Earlier, it was I who stopped him from striking at you, so you also cannot take advantage of someone in peril,” Huang Yi stated slowly and emphatically.

“Daoist friend Huang, have you forgotten? You sought my protection to repay a favor owed to my Master, not to interfere with me!” Zhao Tong retorted with a light reprimand, clearly displeased.

“That won't do either,” Huang Yi said decisively.

“You say it won't do? Then you need to be able to stop me before saying that,” Zhao Tong said with a grin.

No sooner had he spoken than a red light shone from his palm, as he heavily slapped down towards Shen Luo's skull.

There was a “bang” sound, and Shen Luo's entire body stumbled heavily, the ground beneath him cracking and giving way into a pit more than three meters deep.

Shen Luo's body plunged in, his head limply hanging to one side, trails of blood seeping from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, winding out like little snakes, his aura now weak to an extreme point.

“Zhao Tong!”

A furious shout suddenly rang out as Huang Yi abruptly raised his right arm and struck down on his own left hand.

“Pfft…”

A burst of blood light flashed as Huang Yi's left arm was cleanly severed and went flying, kicked toward Zhao Tong by him.

Seeing the poisoned limb rushing directly towards his face, Zhao Tong panicked and, not daring to deliver another heavy blow to Shen Luo, quickly dodged to avoid it.

After Zhao Tong steadied himself, he looked at Huang Yi, whose face was deathly pale and whose aura was unstable, and felt somewhat ashamed of his earlier panic. Was the current Huang Yi even able to compete with him?

“Do you truly wish to be my enemy?” Zhao Tong glared at Huang Yi, asking coldly.

“I said that you can't kill him.” Huang Yi spoke with blood still dripping from his arm, yet his tone remained as solid as a rock.

Zhao Tong remained silent, considering in his heart. Huang Yi had killed many people earlier, accumulating quite some points. If he were to kill both Huang Yi and Shen Luo, then all those accumulated points would be his alone, wouldn't they?

Huang Yi, seeing the subtle changes in his expression, already knew that Zhao Tong had murderous intent.

“If you want to kill me, let's see if you have what it takes,” Huang Yi said steadfastly, his eyes fixed on Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong, hearing such words, couldn't help but harbor doubts in his heart.

But soon, his vast greed overcame the last bit of his hesitation.

“Shen Luo is neither your kin nor your kind, and you only just met him,” Zhao Tong said, his intent to kill rising, yet he kept talking.

“Do I need to explain myself to you?” Huang Yi glanced at him, responding indifferently.

“You… Fine, fine, fine, since that's how it is, you can die with him,” Zhao Tong declared furiously.

Before his words even faded, his figure had already charged forward, shrouded in a cloak of blood mist, and in the palm of his hand, a two-foot-long bloody crystal blade appeared from nowhere, thrusting straight towards Huang Yi's heart.

Huang Yi, now with only one arm left, faced Zhao Tong's thrusting crystal blade and simply raised a palm while softly chanting:

“Arhat Golden Bell!”

It sounded as if a bell had tolled; the fresh blood flowing from Huang Yi's severed arm emitted a pure golden light, casting a glow around his body and turning him into a golden statue, instantly transforming him into a golden-bodied Luohan.

His raised palm swung down in a horizontal strike, landing on the blood-colored crystal knife that Huang Yi thrust towards him.

With a “crack,” the blood-colored crystal knife broke on impact.

Zhao Tong's eyes bulged in surprise, but the motion of his stabbing knife did not change in the slightest.

Around him, a blood fog surged wildly, winding around the surface of the blood-colored crystal knife and instantly reforming its blade, which then pierced straight into Huang Yi's shoulder.

“Clang”

The sound of metal striking stone rang out; Huang Yi's body shook violently, golden light scattering from his chest as the blood-colored crystal knife tore open a wound.

The tip of the blood-colored crystal knife penetrated Huang Yi's chest, and a demonic gloss flashed on the blade, which began directly absorbing the essence blood that Huang Yi had sparingly left.

“Heh heh, you brought this on yourself; when you meet the King of Hell in Yama's Palace, don't come blaming me,” Zhao Tong sneered as he spoke.

As he was lost in his triumphant arrogance, he failed to notice a shadow silently approaching from behind, growing larger and larger.

By the time he realized, it was too late; a black steel awl pierced into his just-raised forehead, skewering his entire body and nailing him to the ground.

The owner of the steel awl landed lightly, touching down on the tip of the awl with one foot, slowly squatting down.

The white feathers on his body gradually receded, revealing the human form of He Qianshan of the Linghe Demon Tribe.

He looked down at Zhao Tong, whose eyes were bulging out, and said with a mocking face, “I've been waiting here for quite a long time, wondering if someone would come by and conveniently pick your three heads for me, waiting for another bird after the yellow one, but it seems there are no others…”

Having said that, He Qianshan let out a somewhat regretful sigh.

Zhao Tong, pierced by the steel awl, did not die immediately; his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he managed to spit out a few words:

“You're seeking death…”

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of blood qi rose from the hole in his brow, winding up along the steel awl and assaulting He Qianshan.

“Don't seek death; the reason I haven't killed you is because I'm somewhat interested in your Blood Burning Technique. If you can't appreciate that, I won't mind sending you off first,” He Qianshan said with a smile. He casually took out a beast skin talisman and affixed it to Zhao Tong's forehead.

The blood qi above Zhao Tong's head instantly dissipated, and the mana within his body was also sealed by the power emanating from the beast skin, leaving him unable to muster a shred of it.

“As for the other two, there's nothing particularly curious about them, so I might as well deal with them now. Let's start with… you,” He Qianshan said, his gaze drifting back and forth between Shen Luo and Huang Yi at the bottom of the big pit for a moment.

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards Huang Yi's side.

Huang Yi, who had suffered severe injuries earlier, was no match for He Qianshan now and had already lost any ability to resist.

He Qianshan waved his hand and a black steel awl emerged in his palm, pointing straight at Huang Yi's brow as he thrust it down.

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

Suddenly golden light burst from the big pit beside Huang Yi, followed immediately by a golden sword light shooting up into the sky, wrapped in raging red flames, and directly stabbing toward He Qianshan's face.

He Qianshan's heart tightened; even before the sword edge arrived, an unbearably scorching breath was upon him.

He frowned, raised his other hand, and released a palm strike forward, as a green round shield materialized in his palm. The shield, etched with a spiraling green bird and radiating green flowing light, suddenly shot out a green whirlwind.

The whirlwind swept forward, barely holding off the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, but He Qianshan's hand holding the black steel awl did not cease for an instant, continuing to rapidly thrust at Huang Yi's brow.