PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

After coughing up two mouthfuls of blood, Mu Caolang had to make a monumental effort to regain his composure in the process ignoring the small dark and sinister tints that were visible in the blood he had just spit out.

With his long pale white hair, a bloody appearance, and his severed left arm, Mu Caolang had a completely berserk look as he glared like a poisonous snake at his enemies.

Mu Caolang was furious but also desperate, even the notion of escaping had become useless, being Mu Caolang the leader of a sect that specialized in the harvesting and use of blood, he had already used a technique that allows him to burn his blood, his vitality to gain a massive increase in his strength.

The use of the said technique was what turned his hair white, but even then Mu Caolang was unable to break through the siege that the other four sect masters had formed.

The Sacred Lotus Sect Leader specialized in suppressing or overwhelming his opponents with soft force techniques and iron defense, the Five Poisons Sect Leader was always on the lookout for an opportunity to sneak attack and poison him, the Sect Leader of the healing forest sect used his whip to contain him and provide support to the rest; while Miao Taolong was the one in charge of the offense.

With his absolute prowess in swordsmanship and his martial arts specializing in mirages and shifting blows, Mu Caolang had no confidence in gaining victory against him, even in a one-on-one duel.

It had only been a couple of minutes but all the elders and deacons who accompanied him to the upper box had already turned into corpses which were not at all surprising given the disadvantageous position they found themselves in after suffering from Mei and Xiauyue’s sneak attacks in addition to the betrayal of the Five Poisons Sect.

Whatever the case, Mu Caolang was not satisfied, he just couldn’t be, because until now he had yet to understand how things got this way.

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It was one thing for him that the Roaming Cloud Sect wanted to kill him to exact revenge for the Sect Master’s future daughter-in-law, which Mu Caolang still found ridiculous but at least made sense to him to some degree.

The problem was that the Blood Scorpion Sect Leader couldn’t understand why the other sects joined hands with the Roaming Cloud Sect to deal with him, Mu Caolang guessed that Miao Taolong had offered the other sect masters some benefits but still He wondered what kind of benefits Miao Taolong could offer to bring all the sects to his side.

It was a pity that Mu Caolang was not destined to solve his doubts because his enemies would not give him the chance, feeling how the poison began to wreak havoc on his body and seeing how his opponents prepared to make a move; Mu Caolang did not hesitate to burn every ounce of life from him to try to take at least someone with him.

His white hair began to crack as his skin aged at an exponential rate, in an instant Mu Caolang turned from a middle-aged man to a walking corpse that would turn to dust at the slightest touch of the wind.

But no one dared to look down on Mu Caolang’s current ghastly appearance for, on his only remaining hand, a vortex made of all of his blood essences had formed by converging on the tip of his index finger.

“Taste my and accompany me on my way to hell Miao Taolong” With a raspy voice a ghostly scream full of malevolence emerged from Mu Caolang’s parched lips before a beam of reddish hyper-condensed energy shot out from his hand penetrating Miao Taolong’s chest and following its path through the sky until it vanished on the horizon.

The final attack left all the sect masters completely shocked and helpless not expecting that Mu Caolang still had such a lethal card up her sleeve but if Desmond were on the scene he would be shocked for two different reasons.

The first would be the tremendous similarity between Mu Caolang’s final attack to the lasers from science fiction, on the other hand, Desmond would also be extremely surprised by the clever yet deceitful way Miao Taolong had survived that attack.

That’s right, for the most part, it might seem like Miao Taolong’s chest had essentially been turned into a bloody mess with a gaping hole in the middle but if Desmond had been on the spot, he would have noticed through his connection to wind mana. that Miao Taolong was not being harmed at all.

To put it in simple terms, Miao Taolong had foreseen Mu Caolang’s suicide attack so in the process of seeing the latter prepare Miao Taolong had discreetly summoned a soft Ki screen with water-like properties to create a form of mirage or reflection of himself in front of him before moving only half a meter to the side.

Normally such a trick shouldn’t have worked against someone as experienced as Mu Caolang or the other sect masters but the former had long since been consumed by hatred and madness while the sect masters were too focused on watching the last moments of Mu Caolang like to pay attention.

It wasn’t until they saw the mirror image collapse that everyone present realized Miao Taolong’s little trick to which many of them couldn’t help but sigh inwardly as they thought about how cunning this Roaming cloud sect master was in stark contrast with his upright and heroic appearance from before when he wielded his sword.

Of course, that was only from the side of the four allied sects, from Mu Caolang’s side only an expression of disbelief and unwillingness was left behind as Mu Caolang directly died from the side effects of completely burning his life.

For a moment a somewhat sad look gleamed in Miao Taolong’s eyes as he saw how a champion of a generation, a sect master who shared a status very similar to his lay dead in front of him, remembering the inevitable mortality that would always be there no matter how strong he got.

But that desolate feeling only lasted for a split second before Miao Taolong’s attention was focused on the arena where a battle to annihilate the remaining Blood Scorpion Sect members was still taking place.

Mei Fei Long and Miao Xiauyue starred in this battle, although given the body count, it was probably more appropriate to call it a massacre.

Of the hundreds of disciples who had once attended today’s event, there was probably only a couple of dozen left who were still struggling desperately clinging to their lives.

It was precisely the desperation of seeing their comrades fall one after another that made the attacks of these remaining individuals more and more ruthless and mad.

For their part, Mei and Xiauyue were intact still fighting, but anyone could tell that both of them were exhausted, no matter how big the difference in strength was between them and their opponents; the continuous battles had depleted their Ki reserves.

Every hit they received required a certain amount of Ki for their defenses to repel however weak this attack was, in the same way, every time Mei delivered a hit or Xiauyue delivered a sword strike, these attacks spend Ki.

It was for reasons like this that it was said that even ants could bite an elephant to death provided they had sufficient numbers and by now that fact was quite clear for where before they looked like ferocious tigers amid a herd of sheep; Mei and Xiauyue were now devoid of said ferocity and energy.

Unknown to both of them, hidden among the few remaining disciples, there was an individual who had been waiting for precisely this decline in the battle strength of both girls, someone who did not care at all to see his companions die one by one as long as he had the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

This individual was none other than Zi, who had largely recovered from the injury she received from Desmond in the semi-finals. Watching his prey like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, Zi was using the general chaos around him to go unnoticed; Of course, being the sneaky kind of person that he is, it was obvious that he also was employing some stealth technique of an insidious nature.

It was precisely when Mei diverted her attention to her left flank for an instant to defend herself and counterattack another of the crazed disciples that Zi saw his opportunity.

A grotesque grin filled with twisted pleasure filled Zi’s face as he erupted with a silent but swift thrust before concentrating as much Ki as possible on his right index finger displaying a much weaker version of the used by Mu Caolang.

Immediately Mei’s keen senses warned her of incoming danger, causing her to instinctively turn to track down the source of the danger, one can imagine her surprise when all she saw was a paralyzed Zi with an expression of disbelief.

It didn’t take more than a second for Mei to realize the cause of this strange scenario, the hole in Zi’s chest was simply too obvious, taking a couple of seconds to breathe while the rest of the Blood Scorpion Sect disciples were annihilated by Xiauyue with the help of members of other sects; Mei walked over to the now-collapsed corpse on the ground.

When she took her third step, a small reflection caught her attention, stopping to look at the source of the reflection. Mei immediately recognized the object at the same time that she deduced its origin.

“What an insincere man” Mei exclaimed as she held the arrowhead she found on the ground near Zi’s corpse, only because of the unique shape of the arrowhead Mei related it to the only archer she knew who also happened to use these unique arrows that she had never seen before meeting him.

Her comment seemed to be some kind of complaint but anyone could tell that although there was a note of resentment in her voice, what filled Mei’s body the most at that moment was reminiscence and longing as she thought of that man who had become so close to her in these last months; to that man, she would never see again.