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Novel: [Night Without Boundaries]
Chapter 143: [Bloodshed]
Author: [Chen Dong]
Translator: [Shadow Knight AK]
Editor: [Shadow Knight AK]
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"Awoo..."
Under the cloak of night, wolf howls echoed through the dense fog as packs of wolf demons closed in, their eerie green eyes encircling the area.
Outside the Wolf Hall, Qin Ming stood motionless, sword in hand.
He was completely surrounded by dangerous creatures, truly trapped with no escape—not even the skies offered any chance of escape, as the formidable Black Peng loomed overhead.
"Who betrayed me?" Qin Ming demanded, a surge of intense emotion churning within his chest.
The four Old Demons had clearly anticipated his arrival.
Had he been betrayed?
Or had some unforeseen flaw in his plan allowed the Old Demons to set this deadly trap in advance?
The four-meter-tall Silver Wolf King, its snow-white fur gleaming like moonlight, gripped its Wolf Tooth Club and bared its fangs, snarling, "It's better you die in ignorance. You dared to strike me twice today? Thinking you deserve to know why? Dream on! I'll make sure you suffer until your last breath!"
The Giant Beast, covered in crimson scales, spoke, "Fourth Brother, you're pathetic. You were critically wounded in mere moments. If we'd arrived any later, your Wolf Hall would have been wiped off the map."
"Second Brother Fire Scale Lion, this youth is extremely formidable," the Silver Wolf King warned, blood still dripping from his neck and chest. "Be careful."
The Giant Beast's lineage was extraordinary, its veins carrying a trace of the Fire Qilin's True Blood.
Among the four Old Demons, it ranked second in power.
Qin Ming frowned.
"Could this be where I die today?"
Even after giving his all, he hadn't managed to kill the fourth-ranked Silver Wolf King.
The remaining three Old Demons would only be stronger.
"Little whelp, weren't you the one who killed one of my little brothers a few days ago?" the Old Donkey spoke, sitting in its sedan chair with a stern, donkey-like expression.
The four grotesque creatures carrying the sedan chair—a Pig Demon, a Dog Demon, a Sheep Demon, and a Rat Demon—formed a group that looked anything but benevolent.
"I've never killed a donkey!" Qin Ming retorted, his eyes scanning the terrain, analyzing the power disparity between the enemy and himself, and calculating the best escape route.
"Impudence! How dare you disrespect Master Lü?" the Dog Demon carrying the sedan chair shouted.
The Old Donkey stepped down from the sedan chair, standing upright at nearly four meters tall.
Dressed in silk and brocade, it resembled an old wealthy merchant if one ignored its pitch-black donkey face.
In a cold voice, it declared, "My little brother was Master Huang."
With that, it lunged forward, launching its attack!
"Third Brother, watch out for his sword!" the Silver Wolf King shouted.
The Old Donkey was a formidable opponent.
Its four-meter-tall frame exuded immense pressure, and its skills were astonishing.
As it charged forward, the ground trembled, sending sand and stones flying in a whirlwind of black mist, like a great demon crossing the land, its aura overwhelming.
Qin Ming dared not let his guard down for a moment, maintaining razor-sharp focus.
In an instant, the Jade Iron Sword in his hand erupted with dazzling light, cleaving through the dense black mist as he engaged the Old Donkey in close combat.
The Old Donkey's boxing technique was truly remarkable, unleashing sonic booms with each strike.
Towering above, it rained down thunderous hoof-fists, each blow shattering the sound barrier, its hooves enveloped in white mist.
The Old Donkey's official robes billowed wildly as it moved with lightning speed.
Its footwork was equally terrifying, each kick carrying lethal force.
With a thunderous crash, its hooves shattered the ground with every strike.
A master of boxing, the Old Donkey shared a deep respect for Master Huang, the weasel sword master.
Now, it rained down left and right punches, eager to pulverize the human youth into a bloody pulp.
In an instant, the Old Donkey retreated rapidly.
It wasn't outmatched; its cultivation was profound, and its Heavenly Light Force was terrifying.
The problem was Qin Ming, who had broken through its demonic aura and fist strikes, using his Jade Iron Sword to counterattack and trim its hooves.
The Old Donkey lowered its head to examine its front hooves.
Each had been reduced by more than half, with over a dozen pieces sliced off by the human youth's sword, leaving them nearly bald.
Some wolf demons wanted to laugh but restrained themselves.
"Bring me my gauntlets!" the Old Donkey growled.
As the one directly involved, it maintained a stern, formal demeanor, as if it had never smiled in its life.
The Dog Demon immediately stepped forward to help it put on the special metal gauntlets, forged with a small amount of Jade Iron.
The Fire Scale Lion spoke up, "Your donkey stubbornness is truly infuriating! We're here to kill, not spar. Why did you engage him alone?"
The Old Donkey, ever receptive to advice, immediately replied, "Second Brother is right. Let's attack together and eliminate him quickly. This human youth is only in his teens, yet he possesses such power without even reaching the Outer Saint Realm. It's the most extraordinary thing I've ever witnessed."
Qin Ming's expression grew grave.
If the Donkey Demon had worn his alloy gauntlets earlier, they would have been evenly matched.
It was clear that the Fire Scale Lion and Black Peng were even more formidable, likely beyond his capabilities.
Now that all four Old Demons were attacking simultaneously, his chances of survival were slim.
In an instant, Qin Ming moved, lunging toward the Silver Wolf King, who had already suffered two deep wounds from his earlier strikes.
The snow-bright sword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light.
A thunderous roar split the air as the Black Peng descended with the force of lightning, its wings crackling with explosive energy.
Though not particularly massive—about ten meters long—its aura was utterly terrifying.
The Black Peng resembled a burning black sun, radiating astonishing energy waves. It struck with lightning speed, its claws distorting space and shattering the Night Mist.
Even with the Jade Iron Sword, Qin Ming didn't dare meet the creature head-on, instead dodging swiftly to the side.
The Black Peng's speed surpassed that of every other being present. When its claws missed, it seamlessly swept its dark wings in a counterattack.
The nearly ten-meter-long wings glowed with a dark light, resembling burning black flames. The combined demonic aura, malevolent energy, and Heavenly Light radiating from its body formed a terrifying aura, even at a mere meter's distance.
Qin Ming swung his Jade Iron Sword, barely managing to cleave through the air.
He was still a foot away from the Black Peng's wings when he felt as if he had sunk into quicksand.
A terrifying surge of energy nearly ripped the sword from his grip.
With a thunderous boom, the Black Peng's wings sent him flying sideways.
The combined force of Heavenly Light and malevolent energy struck his body, nearly shattering his Heavenly Light Force.
Qin Ming was hurled over twenty meters, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he crashed to the ground.
He staggered to his feet, barely managing to stay upright.
In mid-air, the Black Peng stood upright, its wings spread horizontally like arms. Its entire body seethed with intense dark light and malevolent energy, resembling a raging black inferno.
Qin Ming's ordeal had only just begun.
The moment he landed, the Fire Scale Lion charged toward him.
Its earth-shattering momentum shook the ground as it trampled stone and earth.
The lion-like creature was clad in crimson armor that shimmered with fiery light.
Larger than even a giant elephant, it moved with astonishing speed.
Qin Ming dodged repeatedly, but despite its mountainous size, the Fire Scale Lion was remarkably agile.
It tracked his movements relentlessly, its gaping maw spewing torrents of fire and Heavenly Light that surged forward like tidal waves.
Gritting his teeth, Qin Ming channeled his Wind Force, swiftly moving to the lion's flank.
He swung his Jade Iron Sword.
The Fire Scale Lion, with its wide jaws and sharp fangs, shook its fiery mane.
Its crimson armor clanked as demonic aura and Heavenly Light erupted, bathing the surroundings in a dazzling Redglow.
With a cold sneer, it braced itself to withstand Qin Ming's strike.
Qin Ming's expression grew grave.
His sword, though cleaving through the dense Redglow and flames, lost its momentum the moment it touched the lion's scales, its power completely dissipated.
Amidst the clang of metal and showering sparks, he failed to breach the crimson armor.
With a thunderous roar, the Fire Scale Lion swung its massive, red-hot claw—as large as a winnowing basket—down upon Qin Ming.
Even an elephant would have been crushed by such a blow.
Left with no room to evade, Qin Ming channeled his Heavenly Light Force once more, slashing forward with his long sword.
Though he managed to block the claw, the force of the impact sent him flying backward over ten meters.
Qin Ming knew all too well that the Fire Scale Lion's strength far surpassed his own.
As he crashed to the ground, the Old Donkey charged forward, launching a flurry of punches.
Simultaneously, the Black Peng swooped down, unleashing an endless torrent of dark light.
The malevolent energy and Heavenly Light fused into a destructive force that shattered rocks, split the earth, and obliterated everything in its path.
The Old Donkey retreated, clearing the way for the Black Peng.
Qin Ming faced a life-or-death crisis.
In that moment, his Three Great Extraordinary Techniques and eighteen perfected forms of Heavenly Light Force merged into one, his body resonating with a thunderous roar as it erupted in a brilliant, sacred light.
Yet even with the Heavenly Light Force infused throughout his body using the Silk Book's Technique, unleashing his ultimate technique, he was still blasted away by the Black Peng, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
His Jade Iron Sword pierced through the dark light and slashed at the Peng's wings, but only a few dark feathers drifted down, failing to penetrate its flesh.
The Heavenly Light and malevolent energy radiating from the Black Peng extended barely a meter, yet their density was terrifying, far surpassing anything Qin Ming had witnessed from the Outer Saints.
"Roar!"
A lion's roar shook the heavens, sending sand and stones flying.
The Fire Scale Lion arrived, its massive claws crashing down.
Despite Qin Ming's desperate resistance, he couldn't withstand the onslaught.
Blood streamed from his mouth and nostrils as he was hurled backward.
Even his merged Heavenly Light Force, which had enveloped his body, flickered and dimmed, nearly dissipating entirely under the overwhelming force.
The Fire Scale Lion glanced at the crimson scales cleaved open by the Jade Iron Sword, drawing a trickle of blood, but the wound was far from reaching bone or tendon.
When Qin Ming crashed to the ground from a height of over ten meters, it wasn't just the Old Donkey charging in this time.
The heavily wounded Silver Wolf King also lumbered forward, brandishing his Wolf Tooth Club and swinging the massive weapon down with brutal force.
Unable to rise in time, Qin Ming swiftly rolled aside.
The Wolf Tooth Club slammed into the ground beside his ear, shattering earth and stone and leaving a deep crater.
The Old Donkey leaped into the air, this time unleashing a four-legged fist technique, each hoof striking downward with crushing force.
Qin Ming rolled again, narrowly evading the four heavy hoof-fists, finally finding an opportunity to stand.
However, the most formidable enemy, the Black Peng, reappeared.
Its wings remained motionless, as if it could hover effortlessly in mid-air.
A claw shot out, unleashing a burst of dark light.
Qin Ming's sword failed to cleave through all the dark light projectiles from the Peng's claw, and his protective Heavenly Light barrier couldn't fully block them either.
With a soft thud sound, blood blossomed on his arm and chest, each marked by a bloody hole, narrowly missing vital organs.
The Fire Scale Lion followed up with a sweeping strike of its massive, platter-sized paw, wreathed in roaring flames and surging crimson light.
Unable to evade, Qin Ming gripped his sword with both hands, channeling Heavenly Light Force to meet the Fire Scale Lion's attack head-on.
With a deafening crash, he was slammed downward, the ground collapsing beneath him before shattering outward.
Simultaneously, the Silver Wolf King swung its Wolf Tooth Club, while the Old Donkey kicked out with its hind legs, its hooves aimed at Qin Ming's back.
The Black Peng, too massive to join the Fire Scale Lion's simultaneous attack, hovered in the air, its cold, lightning eyes piercing down from above.
Qin Ming was violently slammed into the crater by the Fire Scale Lion's massive claws, engulfed in flames and Heavenly Light.
With a thud, the Silver Wolf King's Wolf Tooth Club swept across, striking his chest.
Had the Fire Scale Lion's massive claws not been pinning him down, the blow would have crushed his skull.
Qin Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood, the Heavenly Light around him flickering dangerously.
He barely withstood the impact, as the Fire Scale Lion's claws tightened, threatening to crush him outright.
He desperately swung his Jade Iron Sword in defense, his chest burning with agony.
The Heavenly Light around him shattered in places, and a wolf tooth from the club pierced his flesh, breaking off inside.
This was no ordinary weapon—it was a true Wolf Tooth Club!
The massive iron club was embedded with fangs shed by the Silver Wolf King over years of cultivation.
He had once nearly achieved Silver Creature status, enjoying a period of glory before ultimately failing in his final transformation.
Qin Ming took a deep breath, having never suffered such a devastating blow.
A wolf fang was lodged in his chest, and he had just been blasted by the Fire Scale Lion.
Simultaneously, a searing pain shot through his back as the Old Donkey kicked him twice, fracturing two ribs on his left side.
"Roar!"
The Fire Scale Lion let out a low growl, a mocking grin spreading across its face. It was clear the beast hadn't yet unleashed its full power.
Now, it swung its massive claw with savage force.
With a thunderous crash, the ground shattered as Qin Ming, drenched in blood, was slammed into the earth. His Heavenly Light Force dissipated.
Yet he swiftly reignited his Heavenly Light, bursting back to his feet.
The second terrifying lion claw didn't miss its mark.
It swept horizontally, crushing into him.
"Bang!"
Qin Ming was critically injured, suffering at least four fractures: his left arm and three ribs on his left side.
He spat out a mouthful of blood as he crashed to the ground some distance away.
The Silver Wolf King grinned savagely, hefting his Wolf Tooth Club and advancing relentlessly despite his own injuries.
The Old Donkey, his face cold and impassive, moved forward, determined to avenge his little brother Huang Yuan.
Qin Ming struggled to his feet, rising with desperate urgency.
He still had one last resort, one he had been saving for Black Peng.
Without it, even if he managed to break through the encirclement, he would never outrun the creature.
If he failed to kill or wound Black Peng, his death today was certain.
Qin Ming stood drenched in blood, surrounded by four Old Demons.
Black Peng descended like a setting sun, its dark light radiating outward—a terrifying protective aura that no outsider could penetrate.
It was now dangerously close to Qin Ming, its razor-sharp claws reaching out to strike.
Qin Ming took a deep breath, focusing his mind and body.
Ignoring the cost, he channeled the fused Heavenly Light Force, concentrating all his power into the Jade Iron Sword.
He braced himself for a final, desperate battle, ready to fight to the bitter end.
"Boom!"
As Black Peng closed in, the earth shattered, the scene apocalyptic.
The dark light erupting from its body was overwhelming.
Qin Ming struggled to evade the creature's claws, then mustered every ounce of strength to cleave through the dark light with the Jade Iron Sword, aiming for its abdomen.
Yet even with this desperate strike, he only managed to graze Black Peng's surface before the dark light halted his sword completely.
"Do you know what it means for an ant to try and shake a tree?" Second Brother Fire Scale Lion strode forward, his massive body causing the ground to tremble with each step.
At that moment, Qin Ming felt a sense of relief.
He had exhausted every ounce of his strength, cleaving through the Black Peng's protective dark light with his sword and finally making contact with its body.
Drenched in blood, he endured immense pressure within the dark light, his bones creaking as if on the verge of shattering.
The Black Peng crushed him with its malevolent energy and Heavenly Light, its cold gaze fixed downward in disdain.
The Heavenly Light around Qin Ming's body had grown faint.
Suddenly, a strange light erupted from within him, carrying a sword-shaped pendant of jade iron. It shot upward along the Jade Iron Sword with incredible speed.
The dark light in that area had already been dispersed by the Jade Iron Sword's earlier vibrations.
With a thud sound, the strange light propelled the thumb-sized, pristine white sword into the Black Peng's body, violently stirring within.
Forged from Exotic Metal—a material found within the near-immortal treasure known as the Eight Trigrams Furnace—the small sword pierced through Heavenly Light, Divine Wisdom, and Consciousness Spiritual Light.
In an instant, the white sword shot out through the Black Peng's body.
Though the strange light had dimmed, it still pierced the Fire Scale Lion's forehead, which was mere inches away.
The sudden attack caught everyone off guard.
No one had imagined that the dying Qin Ming could unleash such a ferocious strike.
"Ah..."
The Black Peng shrieked in agony, flapping its wings frantically as it soared into the night sky.
With a thunderous roar, the Fire Scale Lion unleashed its full power, violently shaking off the pristine white sword.
But the sword's blade was stained with brain matter.
The Fire Scale Lion thrashed its head wildly, howling in pain as it retreated rapidly, clutching its skull with its massive claws.
It too had been critically wounded.
This ability had manifested during Qin Ming's sixth awakening.
The radiant light was akin to his most powerful strike in peak condition, capable of detaching from his body and traveling several meters, unaffected by his weakened state.
As the radiant light dimmed, Qin Ming used its final glimmer to retrieve the pristine white sword.
He desperately wanted to press his advantage, but he knew his condition was too dire.
Even with the Fire Scale Lion severely wounded, he lacked the strength to finish it off.
Clutching the silver sword, Qin Ming charged toward the Old Donkey, who turned tail and fled in terror.
If this sword could critically wound both of its sworn brothers, how could it not fear?
Qin Ming ignored it, swinging his sword at the Silver Wolf King.
"You..."
After several clashes, both figures, already heavily wounded, staggered back and forth.
Finally, Qin Ming decapitated the Silver Wolf King.
Despair and resentment filled its eyes as they dimmed.
Qin Ming cleaved open the wolf's body, revealing a silver heart that reeked of blood but also emitted a faint, sweet fragrance.
He seized the heart and sprinted away.
"Awoo..." The wolf demons, ordered to retreat, howled and charged after Qin Ming, but they couldn't stop him.
"Third Brother, go kill him! That human boy is at his limit!" Black Peng staggered to the ground, his internal organs severely damaged and in need of time to recover.
"Old Donkey, hurry!" the Fire Scale Lion roared, his head throbbing violently, preventing him from moving rashly.
Qin Ming fled desperately across the Great Plain of Divine Lament.
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