FRGNM -Chapter 102 Blood Demon Scythe

Luo Song sensed danger and somersaulted backward, retreating quickly. But the woman ahead was even faster than him. There was a sharp “ssshh” sound, like a snapped string, and the heads of several men dropped with a “thunk” onto the ground.

Blood stained the entire floor, a gruesome sight too horrifying to behold. The cold, indifferent woman simply raised her foot and kicked the disfigured heads flying.

“Messing with my man—is that fun? What do you think you are? Even if this weren’t Earth, I’d still toy with you until you’re dead!” She spread her hand, and a yellow bead appeared in Ling Ruoxi’s hand. The woman in front suddenly raised both hands and slammed the yellow master bead onto the ground.

Yellow smoke rose, spreading so thick that it blocked nearly everyone’s line of sight. Without their eyes, people instinctively retreated. Vision was everything; without it, panic naturally set in.

“Danger!” The terrifying aura moved through the dense mist. Even Luo Song instinctively increased his vigilance, covering his nose as he backed up.

My man? A sweet feeling filled Luo Mingyu’s chest. He locked onto the aura of the retreating enemies amid the smoke, moving like a phantom. The Silver Moon Sword, brimming with sharp energy, slashed forward.

“Zzzz!” Bodies toppled one by one. As the yellow smoke cleared, the woman in the mist smiled coldly. Her movements were smooth as flowing water, the sword taking lives effortlessly.

“Clang!” The impact of battle aura collided fiercely. Luo Mingyu realized something was wrong and quickly covered his nose. “Ruoxi, what did you put here?”

“It’s a substance aimed at you battle aura practitioners—it weakens your strength. Oh, and don’t go in there.”

“……”

Luo Mingyu’s voice trembled. Could he tell her he had already gone in? Retreating continuously, keeping distance from the enemy, he covered his nose and shivered. This substance wasn’t just targeting battle aura practitioners—it was targeting him specifically!

Now, he felt completely drained, as if his battle aura had been suddenly sucked away. His hands went weak, and he couldn’t even hold onto the Silver Moon Sword.

“How did you make this drug?” he asked.

“I modeled it after you. Don’t all battle aura practitioners have the same energy? So I used the battle aura in your body to experiment a little. Effective, isn’t it?” Ling Ruoxi emerged from the mist and smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Inside, I increased it tenfold. Without battle aura, it’s my world.”

“Stop messing around with these drugs! Who told you all battle aura practitioners are the same!” Luo Mingyu groaned in frustration. He tried to regulate his own aura, only to find no change—his aura had been completely drained.

His lips twitched sharply. Ling Ruoxi seemed to realize the consequence and quickly squatted to look at him. “Not possible… you’re the only one affected?”

“Heh. That’s the woman Luo Mingyu likes? Fine, now I’ll send you both to hell!” Luo Song sneered. His black longsword hummed with energy.

He pressed Ling Ruoxi down as Luo Mingyu tilted his head back, smiling. “Luo Song, this place is set up with formations. Even if you kill me, no one will know, right?”

“Correct. This place is isolated from the outside. Once you die, I can fabricate the reason however I like. You and your beloved woman will become a pair of tragic souls!” Luo Song gripped his sword tightly and roared, slashing forward.

He had waited far too long for this moment! From now on, he would be the only Young Master of Qiongyu Immortal Island, and in a few years, he could become its outright ruler. No one could stop him.

He was about to—

“Shhh!” Blood light erupted across the sky. The man in front trembled slightly. He instinctively glanced at his right hand.

In the splatter of blood, his arm separated from his body. The right hand holding the sword fell to the ground. His pupils shrank, and Luo Song clutched his arm. “My hand… I…”

“You… you are… you are…” Sweat the size of yellow beans dripped down. Luo Song clenched his teeth, staring at the man ahead. He remembered that weapon.

The black iron scythe looked like a tool from hell, capable of reaping all life. The standing silver figure had lost the holy smile on his face, replaced by cold indifference.

“You have no right to know who I am. As you said, I kill you and can still fabricate a reason. Now, die!” Luo Mingyu’s right hand swung, and the sharp scythe slashed forward like lightning.

The half-kneeling man’s face changed drastically. He grabbed the corpse next to him and hurled it forward. The figure flew like a gust of wind, crashing violently into the formation.

“He actually sacrificed half his power!” Luo Mingyu’s face darkened. The black scythe vanished. He stepped back holding his guard, his aura drained. He barely raised the last remnants of his energy, intending to kill that man with the black scythe—but the guy got away.

He escaped… That meant all their plans had completely failed at that moment. That man had to die!

“Where are the Seven Guardians? Quickly track Luo Song! Kill without mercy! Use every possible means to prevent him from returning to Qiongyu Immortal Island—intercept him at all costs!” Luo Mingyu snorted coldly, turning to Ling Ruoxi. This woman dared to make a substance that could counter his battle aura!

“What… what does this mean?” Seeing Luo Mingyu’s severed arm, Ling Ruoxi quickly supported him. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Nothing would be alright! Hand me the antidote—now we have to catch that man, or everything is ruined!” Luo Mingyu knew how serious it was. This was no time to joke.

Ling Ruoxi’s lips twitched. She wiped the blood from his body with a helpless smile. “Well… I researched it just in time, but I haven’t worked out the antidote yet. Maybe if we rest a few days, your aura will return.”

“…Get lost!” At this moment, Luo Mingyu truly felt murderous. He grabbed his guard and staggered toward the exit. The formation had disappeared, and enemies were approaching—they had to go, they had to leave!

Cold light flashed in his eyes. Luo Mingyu grabbed Ling Ruoxi’s hand. “Quick! Take me away, leave here, leave Beining Kingdom. The faster, the better—this place is dangerous!”

“Eh? But… where do we go? And what about Yizhui and Yimeng?”

“Don’t worry about them. Someone will meet them. Now, leave immediately!” Without any battle aura left, lingering here would only endanger them. Moreover, Luo Song had escaped—those chasing them would arrive soon.

Reading his concern, Ling Ruoxi frowned and quickly supported Luo Mingyu, fleeing down another path.

“Did things get out of hand?” Ling Ruoxi frowned. She understood it wouldn’t be simple. Even if Nangong Qin knew Luo Mingyu had severed Luo Song’s hand, he wouldn’t punish him. What Luo Mingyu feared was the power of Qiongyu Immortal Island.

Luo Mingyu’s face turned pale. “Yes, it’s gotten very serious. If we can’t leave before they arrive—or I can’t restore my aura—we have no way out! What I fear isn’t Beining Kingdom or Luo Song. It’s the forces of Qiongyu Immortal Island!”

“What do you mean?” Ling Ruoxi blinked, confused. The forces of Qiongyu Immortal Island? Aren’t the two young masters one light, one dark? There would be a duel eventually—it’s just happening early. Would they be punished for that too?

Shouldn’t Luo Song be killed for trying to murder Luo Mingyu?

Luo Mingyu couldn’t explain. He had said before that besides the forces of Qiongyu Immortal Island, there were many other factions. And now, he had made the mistake of displaying something symbolizing his identity at the wrong time. He thought he could use it to cut down that man, only to find his battle aura insufficient.

For this woman, his centuries-long plan had collapsed at this moment. But he couldn’t even be angry—not a hint of temper. He even preferred that the Seven Guardians could ambush Luo Song along the way.

At least, at least, the woman in front of him was with him, leaving Beining Kingdom. Even if Qiongyu Immortal Island found out, so what? With her, what did he still fear? He had already infiltrated the island—he knew almost everything about it. This was nothing.

“Leave—quickly!” Those four words before he lost consciousness pierced deeply into Ling Ruoxi’s heart like an arrow from a bow.

As the two left the capital, a strange cold light descended, as if a consuming aura was enveloping Beining Kingdom’s city. Purple battle aura burst forth, blotting out the sun, reigning like a sovereign over the land.

“Nangong Qin, get out here!” A cold voice echoed over the city. Everyone looked up, but could see nothing.

Those still in the palace trembled, kneeling and frantically searching for the source.

“Nangong Qin, I ask you—where is Luo Mingyu! Where did that brat run off to?” A furious female voice reverberated, forcing the people below into submission.

The overwhelming aura pressed down on the city like a suffocating weight.

Shivering, Nangong Qin quickly cupped his hands. “I… I don’t… I don’t know. Young Master Luo Mingyu should be in the inn, perhaps…”

“Nonsense!” The voice from above cursed furiously. The cold aura was enough to suffocate anyone. “He cut off Luo Song’s arm and killed more than a dozen island disciples. Worse, he wields the Blood Demon Scythe! Ha! I didn’t expect it—he is the famous figure who opposed Qiongyu Immortal Island and hid on my island for centuries! Luo Mingyu, for the sake of one woman, you exposed yourself. Was it worth it? All citizens of Beining Kingdom, hear my command: capture Luo Mingyu at all costs!”

The audacious voice faded in the distance. Those kneeling on the ground wiped cold sweat from their brows. Their clothes were already soaked with sweat. Looking toward the fading voice, they gasped—the Blood Demon Scythe… that is…