874: 0874 Desert Asceticism!
(4th Update) 874: 0874 Desert Asceticism!
(4th Update) Blood scaldingly hot—In the eyes of the Rakshasa Sect Leader, it was no less than a sumptuous dinner.
The woman lay on the ground, her complexion ghostly pale, all the blood in her body already dried up.
“Still not enough, eh?” the Rakshasa Sect Leader clicked his tongue and said.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Several dark figures appeared instantly at the mouth of the alley, and upon seeing that the Rakshasa Sect Leader had just killed a young woman, they imdiately charged at him.
“Hehe, soone actively seeking death?
I like it!” The Rakshasa Sect Leader chuckled softly, allowing the attackers to approach.
Swoosh…
Swoosh…
Right after their blades grazed past his cheek, the Rakshasa Sect Leader’s hands rapidly pierced through their chests, grabbing their organs and yanking them out.
Licking the traces of blood flowing down his arm, his eyes were filled with delight, “Blood of Martial Artists is indeed the sweetest.”
Seeing their companion killed in a flash, the others quickly retreated, realizing that they were no match for the Rakshasa Sect Leader on their own.
“Thinking of leaving?” With a cold snort, the Rakshasa Sect Leader twisted his body and in a flash, he shot forward, instantly slaying the three retreating figures.
“They’re not people from the martial arts circles, so they must be from the Dragon Group led by that kid.” After cleaning up, the Rakshasa Sect Leader checked the identities of the few individuals, imdiately conjecturing they were operatives led by Ye Qiu.
However, Ye Qiu did not show up, which sowhat relieved him; currently, he was not eager to confront this youth.
The Dragon Group’s first squad’s attempt to eradicate the Rakshasa Sect Leader failed, and this news swiftly made its way back to the headquarters.
Upon hearing that several veteran Dragon Group mbers had fallen, many were enraged, “Their deaths, all Wei Ziqing’s fault – I wish I could slaughter him right now.
As the deputy leader of the Dragon Group, he did not lead the team himself but instead sent them out – isn’t this just a ploy to weed out adversaries?”
The remaining old-tirs of the Dragon Group harbored deep resentnt towards Wei Ziqing, but could only fu silently – after all, within the Dragon Group, Wei Ziqing was the strongest.
Under Wei Ziqing’s orders to target the Rakshasa Sect Leader, more veteran mbers of the Dragon Group were dispatched, only to be killed one after another, with the dreadful news arriving incessantly.
Finally, soone could not help but stand up and accuse Wei Ziqing of doing it on purpose.
“You’re saying that I’m deliberately targeting you all?
Hehe, what a joke.
I treat everyone in the Dragon Group equally.
Since you question , very well, I will personally participate in the action this ti, as you wish.” Following these words from Wei Ziqing, those who had stood up promptly shut their mouths.
Having delivered these words, Wei Ziqing turned and left, leaving everyone else exchanging bewildered looks.
Wei Ziqing personally took charge, leading the Dragon Group mbers to exterminate the Rakshasa Sect Leader.
Having already ascertained the Rakshasa Sect Leader’s whereabouts, the two parties soon encountered each other.
Upon facing off, they imdiately engaged in fierce combat.
The battle lasted several hours; casualties and injuries among the Dragon Group mbers were heavy.
In the end, Wei Ziqing himself caught up with the Rakshasa Sect Leader, and the two fought an intense battle.
Half a day later, Wei Ziqing returned, wounded.
The Rakshasa Sect Leader was not dead and remained at large, an unwelco piece of news for everyone.
In order to deal with the Rakshasa Sect Leader, the Dragon Group was severely weakened; now that Wei Ziqing had returned, he closed himself off to heal his injuries, seeing no one.
Now, those standing on Wei Ziqing’s side had sothing to say, claiming that the Deputy Leader had a fierce battle with the Sect Leader of Rakshasa, with a slim chance of survival, almost killing the opponent.
Others retorted that if Wei Ziqing believed he was stronger than Ye Qiu, why couldn’t he slay the Sect Leader of Rakshasa, letting him ultimately escape?
In response to this point, those on Wei Ziqing’s side imdiately countered, attributing his failure to his poor condition, and assured that next ti he would definitely kill the opponent thoroughly.
Many of the veteran mbers of the Dragon Group sneered, finding it ridiculous.
Clearly lacking the strength, they were still trying to gild their faces, making up excuses for themselves.
Both Lao Se Tou and i Huiling saw everything that happened within the Dragon Group, but with instructions from higher-ups to let Wei Ziqing handle the Rakshasa matters, the two could only helplessly watch from the sidelines.
Lao Se Tou felt so distress for the fallen mbers of the Dragon Group; after all, many of them were his students, having gone through his training, “Where on earth has that brat gone?
If he doesn’t return soon, we’re really going to have to hand over the Dragon Group.”
…
The Sahara Desert.
A man and an eagle had been here for ten days now.
The eagle was just about bearable, sotis flying a few laps in the sky, but this man had been sitting in the desert, immobile for the full ten days.
Covered in sand, his entire face had been turned yellow by the wind, his hair a ss, as if he were a mummy, completely still.
A desert lizard crawled on the ground, leaving a trail of footprints.
It crawled past the ditating young man, then circled back, looking at the unmoving figure with curiosity.
Afterward, it climbed onto the young man’s body and took a forceful bite, only to flail its forelimbs in pain, as if the human was as hard as a large rock, and promptly retreated, frightened.
A black scorpion encountered the startled desert lizard, and the two engaged in a fierce fight.
The lizard was fast and strong, sending the scorpion tumbling several tis.
Although the scorpion was smaller than the lizard by a good two sizes, it was no pushover, constantly fighting back with its claws, and occasionally, the tip of its tail would rise up, ready to deliver a sting.
But these two small creatures were quickly grabbed in Jin Yu’s talons and swallowed up, becoming food in its belly.
Without Ye Qiu to feed it pills, the Jade Eagle of the Eastern Sea, Jin Yu, could only survive on desert lizards, scorpions, and sand mice, and when thirsty, it flew to an oasis in the distance.
There was still no sign of Ye Qiu awakening, and Jin Yu lay quietly beside him, guarding him.
“Grandpa, grandpa, look, there seems to be soone there!”
On a sand dune, a little girl with braided hair and rosy cheeks excitedly pointed in the direction of Ye Qiu.
Following her was an old man leading a cal.
The old man followed his granddaughter’s pointing and saw the still Ye Qiu.
“This person might have gotten lost in the desert.
Let’s go over and see if we can help,” the old man pondered for a mont and led his granddaughter towards Ye Qiu.
As they approached Ye Qiu, Jin Yu suddenly stood up, startling the grandfather and granddaughter as Jin Yu’s size was quite enormous, almost like a small monster.
After watching the two of them for a while, Jin Yu didn’t attack.
It could sense that these ordinary people were not a threat and thus ignored them.
“Grandpa, look, this big brother, his lips are all parched.
He must have fainted from thirst,” the little girl said.
Although the old man harbored so suspicions, Ye Qiu’s posture seed odd, he didn’t think too much of it and took out a water flask, cautiously approaching, attempting to give Ye Qiu so water.
When the moist water touched his lips, Ye Qiu slowly opened his eyes.
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