In the fierce exchange, both of their defenses were broken at the same time. Saint Mo Hai's sharp fingernails pierced through Lu Ye's chest and only needed a few more inches to pierce through his heart.
If that happened, Lu Ye would die for sure no matter how powerful he was.
However, Saint Mo Hai soon discovered that something was wrong because the feeling from his fingernails didn't feel like they had pierced through flesh. Instead, it felt like they had pierced through a thick piece of dead wood. His piercing momentum was greatly hindered.
Thus, he immediately understood one thing. This human's physique was not inferior to his at all.
Only this way could he resist his stab with the strength of his physique alone.
Although he had already sensed that his opponent's physique wasn't weak in the previous battle, he didn't expect it to be this strong.
It was simply inconceivable!
He hurriedly unleashed his strength to strike while the iron was hot and take Lu Ye's life with a single strike. However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his mind …
At the same time that his fingernails pierced through Lu Ye's chest, Lu Ye's Mountain Saber also slashed at him, breaking through his Blood Qi defenses and leaving a wound on his body.
The wound wasn't big. For a battle of this level, it was at most a flesh wound. However, the explosive power of the Soul Severing Saber caught Saint Mo Hai off guard.
Suddenly, an invisible saber light slashed into his Divine Sea and ruthlessly slashed at his Soul Avatar.
Saint Mo Hai grunted in pain and couldn't help but slow down his attack. He didn't even understand what had happened. He didn't even notice that Lu Ye had used his Soul power, but his Soul had been attacked.
The sense of crisis that had been lingering in his heart since the beginning of the battle suddenly reached its peak. Saint Mo Hai didn't have time to do anything and could only instinctively activate the Blood Explosion Technique!
This time, he didn't detonate his own Blood Essence, but the blood from the wound on Lu Ye's chest.
When a muffled sound rang out, Lu Ye's body shook. Blood splashed from his chest and his clothes were torn. In an instant, his flesh and blood were like a lake.
However, he didn't seem to feel anything. He wildly swung his Mountain Saber and a torrent of saber light fell on Saint Mo Hai like a storm.
As soon as the pain in his soul subsided, more and more intense pain assaulted his body, continuing to linger on and on.
Holy Sage Mo Hai finally knew what was so strange about his opponent's saber. It could actually injure his soul while injuring his physical body.
What a strange ability, but to him, it was a terrible nightmare.
His soul was constantly struck by the invisible blade of light. In the beginning, Saint Mo Hai was still able to endure it, but a while later, he could no longer endure it. He howled out miserably.
He howled miserably as he retreated, trying to break free from Lu Ye's attacks. However, Lu Ye had been waiting for this opportunity all this time, and now that it had finally arrived, how could he give up so easily? Like a maggot in the bone, he pursued relentlessly.
While fleeing, Saint Venerable Mo Hai did not give up on counterattacking. He might not have enough battle experience, but his cultivation and strength were still there. Knowing how to react in the face of danger was an instinct in his bones.
As Lu Ye swung his saber at him again and again, Saint Venerable Mo Hai swung his fists at Lu Ye's body.
He attempted to use this method of exchanging injury for injury to force Lu Ye to retreat. It wouldn't take too long, just a few breaths of time for him to adjust, and he would be able to recover.
At that time, he definitely wouldn't let that saber land on him, not even once …
…
At this point, the battle suddenly entered a white-hot state.
This was how a battle of life and death was. Perhaps it would take a very long time to determine a victor, but once one side grasped the slightest opportunity, the battle would instantly become intense.
Every time the Mountain Saber landed, Saint Venerable Mo Hai would suffer some flesh wounds. Following that, the attacks of the soul would attack his Soul Avatar, making his mind uneasy. In such a situation, it was impossible for him to break free from Lu Ye's pursuit.
In comparison, Lu Ye's injuries were undoubtedly much more serious than his.
This was because the wounds left by the Mountain Pan Blade were only superficial wounds. However, every time he retaliated, his fists would make Lu Ye's body creak. The violent power would explode inside Lu Ye's body, and a few of his bones would break. His right eye was bloodshot, and his vision became blurry. He had been hit by Saint Sovereign Mo Hai's fist head-on.
The situation became somewhat comical. Lu Ye, who was clearly more seriously injured, was chasing after Saint Venerable Mo Hai, who was less injured.
However, many things could not be judged on the surface. At the very least, both sides knew who had the upper hand and who was at a disadvantage.
Gradually, almost no part of Saint Mo Hai's body was left unscathed. His body was covered in crisscrossing scars, and his blood energy protection had long since been shattered. It was completely useless against Lu Ye's fierce attacks.
Saint Venerable Mo Hai's miserable cries never stopped. This made the many Blood Race cultivators watching from afar feel very uneasy.
However, they didn't know what was going on in the Blood Sea, so they didn't dare to rashly investigate.
Only Lan Qiyue, who was also in the Blood Sea, knew the development of the battle like the back of her hand.
She had grown a lot in the past few years. After all, every holy seed was the child of destiny of the Blood Refinement Realm. Their cultivation was simple, and she thought she had already surpassed her senior brother when he left. She had wanted to give him a surprise when she saw him again, but she had never thought she would be the one to receive the surprise.
Her senior brother was her senior brother, after all. She couldn't fight back against Saint Venerable Mo Hai at all, but her senior brother was able to force him into such a miserable state. She was fascinated.
"Let me go, and I won't set foot in the surrounding fifty thousand kilometers," Saint Venerable Mo Hai suddenly said.
This was undoubtedly a show of weakness.
He had no other choice. If this continued, his situation would only worsen, and he might really die here.
Although it was a loss of dignity for a holy seed to speak to a human like this, everyone had a survival instinct. He didn't want to die, especially at the hands of a human.
Moreover, he felt that even if his enemy could really kill him, they would have to pay a heavy price. Thus, he might be able to negotiate with Lu Chen.
It could only be said that Saint Venerable Mo Hai was too naive. How could Lu Ye let him leave so easily now that the battle had developed to this point? Naturally, only one of them would die today.
Thus, he was completely indifferent to Saint Venerable Mo Hai's suggestion. In fact, he attacked even more fiercely.
Saint Venerable Mo Hai knew what Lu Ye was thinking when he didn't receive a response. He immediately gave up on the idea of living. He no longer screamed because screaming would only make him more miserable. He also fiercely fought back against Lu Ye's attacks.
He wanted to gamble that he wouldn't be able to hold on before Lu Ye killed him.
The battle of life and death between the two of them was now a battle of willpower and perseverance.
Saint Venerable Mo Hai's soul was severely injured, and his mind was in turmoil. Lu Ye had accumulated internal injuries, and his body was damaged. Neither of them was stronger than the other.
The Pan Mountain Blade slashed down. With a flash of sharp blade light, the blade viciously slashed at Saint Venerable Mo Hai's neck …
Lu Ye had slashed at this location many times before. Each time, the injury on Saint Venerable Mo Hai's neck would worsen. This slash had severed half of his neck. If Lu Ye had been a little more vicious and the Pan Mountain Blade was a little sharper, he would have been able to decapitate Saint Venerable Mo Hai.
When a cultivator's cultivation wasn't high, they only had a slightly stronger physique. They didn't have much of an advantage against other cultivators, but as their cultivation increased, the benefits of a stronger physique would gradually appear. Especially at Saint Sovereign Mo Hai's level, his physique was almost comparable to a Spirit Treasure.
Any other cultivator wouldn't be able to endure this kind of injury, but it was nothing to a body cultivator.
As the blade slashed down, Lu Ye took a heavy punch to the chest. His body shook and his heart almost stopped beating.
He spat out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, which quickly merged with the sea of blood.
Lu Ye's consciousness also began to fade. It wasn't because of the attack on his soul, but because the accumulation of injuries was too severe.
Ever since he stepped onto the path of cultivation, he had never fought an enemy to this extent.
This was a crisis, but it was also a trial. If he could survive it, he would be able to see the world. If he couldn't, he would die.
He kept slashing out instinctively, trading injury for injury with the enemy. Lu Ye felt like he was going to fall apart, but he maintained an attacking posture from the beginning to the end. He didn't take a single step back.
He didn't know how long his enemy could last, but he couldn't fall before his enemy truly fell.
At a certain moment, when Lu Ye swung his Pan Mountain Blade again at Saint Venerable Mo Hai, the expected counterattack didn't come.
Saint Venerable Mo Hai maintained his punching posture. He stood there stiffly as if he had been immobilized. He allowed the blade light to slash at him.
His eyes were dark and lifeless, and even the ferocious aura around him had been completely extinguished.
He was dead.
He wasn't killed by Lu Ye, but by his soul being shattered.
The Soul Severing Blade slashed at his soul again and again. His soul avatar couldn't take it anymore and completely shattered.
This was something Lu Ye didn't expect. He had been working hard to cut off Saint Venerable Mo Hai's head, but he didn't succeed. Instead, he destroyed his opponent's soul first.
Lu Ye stared at Saint Venerable Mo Hai in front of him and panted heavily. He slowly raised his Pan Mountain Blade and slashed down one last time.
The blade still slashed at Saint Venerable Mo Hai's neck, but it didn't encounter any resistance. When the blade slashed past, Saint Venerable Mo Hai's head was separated from his body.
At the edge of the sea of blood, Lan Qiyue quickly rushed towards Lu Ye. She had clearly sensed that this battle was about to end.
Lu Ye only had time to withdraw his blood river before his vision turned black and he lost consciousness. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard Lan Qiyue's panicked cries.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
