Published: August 27, 2025
Chapter 328: The Black Blood Blade
After hearing Han Li’s confident words and then seeing him take out a cyan talisman and sit cross-legged with his eyes closed, Chen Qiaoqian and Senior Sister Zhongwei also silently took out a red and a yellow talisman treasure from their storage bags and activated them in the same way.
Chen Qiaoqian’s senior brother and Song Meng exchanged bitter smiles. Neither of them had their own talisman treasures. Although Chen Qiaoqian’s senior brother possessed a blue talisman treasure inherited from his Dao companion, he had just gotten it and didn’t understand its powers or uses well enough to risk using it prematurely. As for Song Meng’s gray spear talisman treasure, its power had been depleted after the battle with the ice demon.
So the two of them simply stood stiffly beside Han Li and the others, shielding the three of them with their spells.
At this moment, the trapped Yue Emperor in the sky seemed to realize that blindly flailing around like a headless fly wasn’t a solution. He stopped moving and floated motionless in the air.
Lowering his head, he began to ponder deeply.
After a moment, Yue Emperor suddenly raised his head, grimacing as he tore off the golden crown atop his head. His long black hair became disheveled and fluttered in the wind, covering half of his face. Against the backdrop of the blood aura surrounding him, he looked even more eerie and mysterious.
He inhaled deeply and suddenly used his sharp nails to slash across his wrists in a crisscross pattern. A large amount of fresh blood gushed out, merging with the blood aura surrounding him. The bright red blood aura suddenly darkened, instantly turning into a deep crimson.
The nauseating stench of blood—so strong that even from a distance Song Meng and the others could faintly smell it—caused their expressions to change slightly. However, they were helpless and could only watch the enemy continue casting.
Seeing that the blood aura around Yue Emperor had completely changed color, he opened his mouth and spat out two streams of red energy onto his wrists. What kind of spell this was, no one knew, but the deep wounds immediately stopped bleeding and the red wounds gradually faded. However, the Yue Emperor’s face visibly paled from the excessive blood loss.
Then a fierce look flashed across his face. He reached into his chest and pulled out a bare, pitch-black hilt. The hilt wasn’t very large—about half a foot long—but it was dull and extremely worn, very unremarkable.
Yet Yue Emperor held it with great caution, as if it were not a mere inanimate object but something exceedingly dangerous.
His eyes fixed intently on the hilt as he began softly chanting incantations.
The spell was low and bitter, difficult to understand, but within the slow voice there was vaguely a wild, ancient aura spreading out, giving off a feeling of something primal and ancient.
“What is he doing?” Song Meng asked instinctively, shocked as he watched from below.
“I don’t know. Maybe casting some powerful spell,” replied a fellow disciple nearby, also unable to understand the incantation and somewhat worried.
Although both were unsure of the enemy’s intentions, seeing Yue Emperor injure himself and spill blood made it clear he was desperate and ready to gamble everything.
As Song Meng and the others anxiously waited, the chanting sped up considerably, and the wild aura grew even stronger.
A flash of red light appeared in Yue Emperor’s eyes, and an astonishing scene unfolded.
Under the chanting, the hilt suddenly exploded with a burst of black light. Wrapped in this black glow, it floated into the air, rising about a foot above his head before suspending motionless.
Seeing this, Yue Emperor grew even more cautious. His hands skillfully formed strange hand seals, and thin black blood threads began to appear in the surrounding blood aura. As soon as these black blood threads appeared, they swiftly floated toward the hilt.
At first, just a few blood threads showed up, then dozens, then hundreds, all rushing like moths to a flame toward the hilt.