AWB Chapter 217 A Demonic Fate, a Misguided Love Like a Broken Dream, A Lonely Shadow on a Blood-Soaked
Chapter 217 A Demonic Fate, a Misguided Love Like a Broken Dream, A Lonely Shadow on a Blood-Soaked
Bloodthirsty Demon Sect, outside Blood Demon God Mountain.
Yun Mengwu watched Zhang Xiaoyu walk step by step into the Blood Demon God Mountain.
The look in her eyes when she looked at Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to contain a mixture of anger, resentment, love, and hate, as if it contained all the emotions she had for her lover.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and saw Yun Mengwu's eyes, which were practically overflowing with tears.
Zhang Xiaoyu paused involuntarily, her mind filled with countless passionate nights spent with beautiful women.
He even felt an urge to run back and embrace his beloved.
But he still held back.
Although the journey was fraught with peril and near certain death, he felt a sense of peace as he stepped into the Blood Demon Mountain.
It felt as if this was truly her life, and the past comforts seemed like nothing more than a broken dream.
Zhang Xiaoyu waved to Yun Mengwu, signaling her to go back.
He forcibly turned his head away, refusing to look at Yun Mengwu, and walked into the Blood Demon God Mountain with tens of thousands of martial artists around him to compete for the sole position of Blood Demon Saint.
Yun Mengwu watched helplessly as Zhang Xiaoyu disappeared into the Blood Demon Mountain. As an inner disciple of the Hehuan Sect, she was not qualified to participate in this trial.
Yun Mengwu's feelings were very complicated. She shared a bed with Zhang Xiaoyu every day, but Zhang Xiaoyu still ran away. Why is it that no matter how much she tries to please this man, he can never be satisfied?
Isn't a life with wine, meat, and passionate nights good?
Why did you have to leave me and go to Blood Demon Mountain to die?
Yun Mengwu could never understand Zhang Xiaoyu, just as Zhang Xiaoyu could never understand her.
At this moment, a woman in red who looked similar to Yun Mengwu walked to Yun Mengwu's side.
This woman was none other than Yun Mengyao, the woman in red who had appeared in the Qinghe County Lord's Mansion.
She said sarcastically, "Oh dear, my good sister, you've been trying to serve the man you chose every day, but you still haven't been able to serve him well. He's gone into the Blood Demon Mountain, and I'm afraid he'll never come out again."
Even if they manage to get out, they're not someone you can control.
It's a real pity; all that painstaking planning ultimately came to nothing.
Yun Mengwu's expression turned somewhat unpleasant upon hearing this.
What this person said is true. If Zhang Xiaoyu can emerge from Blood Demon Mountain, she will be the new generation's Holy Son, whose status and position will far surpass that of Yun Mengwu.
Yun Mengwu retorted, "At least I brought the person to the demonic realm. Where is your city lord brother?"
The woman in red's face immediately turned ugly. She snorted and turned away.
She initially got involved with Liu Rensong, the city lord, in Qinghe County, and even used resources to break through to the Innate Realm to lure Liu Rensong into betraying his sect.
At the time of the incident, he wanted to take Liu Rensong to the Demonic Path, but Liu Rensong refused.
From this perspective, she certainly didn't do as well as Yun Mengwu.
Yun Mengwu felt that her plan had completely failed. Men's words are deceitful. Zhang Xiaoyu promised her that he would not enter the Blood Demon Mountain, but in the end he still secretly ran in.
Looking at the Blood Demon God Mountain shrouded in red mist, Yun Mengwu felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.
She didn't know what she should expect.
It seems that it would be more advantageous for Zhang Xiaoyu to die in the Blood Demon Mountain than to come out alive.
Yun Mengwu walked back to the courtyard where the two of them lived, absentmindedly. As usual, she prepared a sumptuous dinner and sat there waiting.
She hoped she could wait for Zhang Xiaoyu to come back, yet she also hoped Zhang Xiaoyu wouldn't come back.
She had never felt so conflicted. She had dated countless men, but she felt as if she had fallen in love with Zhang Xiaoyu.
As night fell, Zhang Xiaoyu still hadn't returned.
Yun Mengwu could only eat cold dishes and drink cold wine alone.
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Zhang Xiaoyu knew his own limitations; among all the martial artists who entered Blood Demon Mountain, his strength ranked in the lowest tier.
Anyone you encounter in Blood Demon Mountain is your mortal enemy.
Therefore, Zhang Xiaoyu was extremely cautious.
After entering the mountains, he didn't dare to go any further. Instead, he found a secluded ravine to hide in.
Since you can't beat others, you should just stay away.
Only by preserving one's life can one have the opportunity to seek opportunities and strengthen oneself.
Legend has it that Blood Demon Mountain was once an ancient battlefield, where countless opportunities awaited.
Divine weapons, rare elixirs, ancient cultivation techniques, and if you're lucky, you might even find the cave dwelling of a powerful figure.
In the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect, powerful individuals who have reached the end of their lifespan, as long as they haven't died outside, will generally choose to enter the Blood Demon God Mountain for a final desperate attempt.
Night falls quickly.
The surroundings were completely silent, and Zhang Xiaoyu guessed that everyone else had gone deep into the sacred mountain.
Only then did he emerge from his hiding place.
Through the mountain mist, he looked at the lonely stars and cold moon in the sky, and thought of his family and brothers in Qinghe County, as well as Yun Mengwu who waited for him to come home for dinner every day.
If I hadn't entered Blood Demon Mountain, I would already be bursting with passion by now.
Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't thought much about it yet.
The hairs on the back of his head suddenly stood on end.
Zhang Xiaoyu sensed someone attacking her from behind.
He quickly moved aside.
With a thud, he was still stabbed in the chest. The stab was to the right side, and the long knife passed through Zhang Xiaoyu's lung from behind.
A large amount of blood suddenly gushed from Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth and nose.
He hadn't expected to be ambushed. For several hours while he hid, he listened to the sounds outside but heard nothing.
He then assumed there was no one outside.
This person must have been hiding here all along; I must have been discovered when I came to hide.
This person is incredibly patient; he stayed hidden with me for several hours before making his move.
Zhang Xiaoyu gripped the tip of the knife protruding from her chest with both hands, and kicked behind her with her right foot in a wild donkey-like leap.
The man behind her tried to pull out his long sword, but failed. He could only let go and jump back to avoid Zhang Xiaoyu's kick.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and saw a skinny, shifty-eyed martial artist grinning at him.
"A person who takes this knife is bound to die no matter what, especially since my knife is poisoned."
Brother, you're unlucky to have met me.
"Consider it your fate to die. I think you should stop struggling; it'll save you some suffering."
Zhang Xiaoyu's lungs were injured, and blood kept flowing from his mouth. He pointed at the gaunt martial artist and said, "You're so vicious!"
The gaunt martial artist chuckled. "We're all members of the demonic path, so let's not accuse each other of being poisonous. Didn't you use a poisoned weapon?"
Zhang Xiaoyu thought to herself, "It seems I'm not ruthless enough."
His own weapon was indeed not poisoned.
Zhang Xiaoyu reached out to pull out the long knife stuck in her body.
As soon as he drew his sword, the gaunt martial artist rushed over and kicked Zhang Xiaoyu in the waist.
Zhang Xiaoyu could only block with her legs.
With a thud, Zhang Xiaoyu's legs crossed, his body jolted violently, and the long knife stuck in his body trembled as well.
Blood flowed from the femur at the incision site, and Zhang Xiaoyu grimaced in pain, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
This gaunt martial artist was already stronger than Zhang Xiaoyu, and then he launched a sneak attack on Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu saw absolutely no chance of winning and felt that her life was about to end here.
Unexpectedly, this trip to Blood Demon Mountain ended so soon.
Zhang Xiaoyu fought several rounds with the gaunt martial artist, but was ultimately no match for him and was kicked by the gaunt martial artist into the long sword stuck in his body.
With a soft thud, the long knife pierced Zhang Xiaoyu's back.
Zhang Xiaoyu bled from all seven orifices, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"I told you not to struggle, but you kept struggling. You've suffered so much, but you're still going to die, aren't you?"
The gaunt martial artist made a comment, but did not step forward to sheathe his sword.
He took out a three-edged bone-piercing nail, about the length of a finger, and threw it towards Zhang Xiaoyu's forehead.
Bang! The three-edged bone-piercing nail pierced Zhang Xiaoyu's forehead, sinking halfway in.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't move at all.
"Looks like he's really dead."
The gaunt martial artist then walked towards Zhang Xiaoyu.
Just as he bent down to pull the long knife from Zhang Xiaoyu's body, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with resentment and murderous intent.