Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 390: Burning the Mountain Brings Disaster
Chu Yang, clad in ink-black clothing, charged out fiercely from the towering flames, creating a howling wind that made the surrounding flames flicker and roar.
Amidst the sea of fire, he resembled a frenzied dragon, rolling through the inferno, causing the flames to surge outward as if they had a consciousness, daring not to approach him.
If Jing Menghun were to witness such a scene, she would undoubtedly be astonished!
The cold qi he unleashed was overwhelmingly powerful; the seven yin cold qi cultivated from the mysterious ice jade balm was entirely absorbed by Chu Yang! Moreover, he had even consumed the source itself—the mysterious ice jade balm.
This extreme cold could shatter stones, let alone the small flames around him.
Chu Yang leaped forward, racing toward the source of Jing Menghun's voice, shooting straight ahead!
The flames blazed to a bright white, hissing ominously.
Ahead, something unusual stirred; smoke shifted strangely.
The smoke rising from the burning mountain was black or a thick yellow, but the smoke ahead was blue; and it was very faint.
Chu Yang raised an eyebrow, a cold smile creeping onto his face. Without hesitation, he plunged forward!
As he rushed through, waves of soul-distracting smoke surged toward him, but Chu Yang did not hold his breath; instead, he boldly flew through.
The soul-distracting smoke invaded his nostrils but had no effect whatsoever!
At this moment, Chu Yang was no longer afraid of such trivial soul-distracting smoke. Instead, this smoke entering his body only served as a supplement for the tip of the Nine Calamity Sword.
In an instant, Chu Yang had dashed down the main peak, into the sea of flames, and through Purple Bamboo Garden, leaping over three fiery canyons and shooting like a meteor onto the path leading to Iron Cloud.
On both sides stood towering mountains, flames shooting into the sky, and the crackling sounds of the dense forest echoed continuously.
Ahead lay a perilous canyon, the most dangerous spot, and the terrain was treacherous; there was no other way to pass except to charge through!
Jing Menghun must be waiting there for him!
But how many enemies would he face this time—one thousand? Two thousand? Three thousand? Or even more?
Yet, the depths of Chu Yang's eyes were as cold as ice, showing no sign of hesitation. He focused on regulating his breathing, while the Nine Calamity Sword flickered in his arm, the chilling killing intent waiting for the moment to explode.
The closer he got, the calmer he became. In his mind, dozens of scenarios of being surrounded by enemies flashed, and each scene chose a path of escape.
Even against millions, he would charge through!
Jing Menghun was currently in a state of frantic anxiety.
With the permission of Diwu Qingrou to set the mountain ablaze, he felt no psychological pressure at all. Taking advantage of the wind, he continuously ignited flames, turning the sprawling mountain forest spanning two thousand five hundred miles into a giant candle against the blue sky!
Chu King of Hell, this time, I want to see how you hide!
Now safely distanced, Jing Menghun was pleased, a cruel smile gracing his lips. He glanced at his right arm, which was missing half of its length, a wave of unnameable anger surging within him...
On both sides were towering cliffs; Chu King of Hell, if you want to pass, you'll have to tread over my body! As long as you have the capability!
However, the fire had been burning for half the night and was nearing dawn, yet Chu King of Hell showed no signs of movement, and the flames continued to spread, gradually sweeping toward the ambush point.
Jing Menghun led three thousand experts and had only just managed to push back the flames, advancing invisibly by several hundred paces. Naturally, standing here, the effect of advancing several hundred paces was the same as retreating several hundred paces, so Jing Menghun did not mind.
But just when he was unconcerned, an unexpected event suddenly occurred.