18: Escape

At this moment, Hong Yu also understood clearly: wanting to kill the three people before him was something he could hardly achieve in his current state. He could only focus all his energy on attacking a single point to have any hope of escaping from this deadly situation.

After all, a great man once said: 'It is better to sever one finger than to injure ten.'

Thus, Hong Yu also prepared to fight for his life, and his target was naturally Zhang Meng, who appeared to be the weakest.

Back in the Secret Realm, he had experienced a life-or-death struggle with Wu Wang. So now, he looked like a frenzied demon, his eyes fixed only on Zhang Meng, his mind solely intent on taking Zhang Meng's life.

Seeing Hong Yu fighting so desperately, Zhang Meng looked into those ruthless, icy eyes and couldn't help but feel a surge of fear. He shook the bell in his hand incessantly while simultaneously leaping backwards in retreat, shouting loudly, "Li Fei, Tong Ming, come help me quickly!"

Although he retreated quickly, Hong Yu was even faster, and his determination was exceptionally resolute. Seeing that he couldn't catch up, Li Fei began muttering an incantation, then swiped his hand over his blade. Instantly, the longsword erupted with a dazzling golden light.

Li Fei swung forward with all his might, and a pale golden Qi blade actually flew straight out from the sword's body, slashing directly towards Hong Yu's back.

At the same time, Tong Ming also erupted with his full power, his fist the size of a sand pot gathering green light as it struck with immense force towards Hong Yu's left side.

Feeling the life-threatening attacks coming from behind, Hong Yu did not panic. On the contrary, his mind was unprecedentedly clear at this moment.

Hong Yu's forward momentum did not cease. He swung the sword in his right hand backward towards the rear, while his left hand clenched into a fist to directly clash with Tong Ming's punch.

After the pale golden Qi blade met the blood-colored longsword, it rapidly dissipated. However, the bloody glow on the seven absolutes sword also dimmed considerably. Hong Yu felt a tremendous force surge through him; the web of his thumb and forefinger had already split open, and his right hand almost couldn't hold onto the seven absolutes sword.

Yet, this wasn't the worst part. The worst was his left hand, which had clashed head-on with Tong Ming.

"Clang!"

Their fists collided, erupting with a dull, thunderous sound. Hong Yu felt as if his left hand had been struck by an iron hammer. Excruciating pain instantly shot from his left hand, making him grunt involuntarily. Then came a wave of numbness. He tried to control his left hand, but it seemed completely beyond his command, hanging limply by his side.

His left hand had now turned a deep purplish-red and was rapidly swelling. His entire left arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and a large amount of blood flowed from his fist onto the floor.

However, although Hong Yu appeared exceptionally disheveled after withstanding the two attacks, Tong Ming's punch had actually increased his speed by a few more degrees. The distance between him and Zhang Meng was getting closer and closer; he could even see the panic and fear in Zhang Meng's eyes.

Zhang Meng came from a good background and had never experienced a life-or-death struggle before. Especially seeing Hong Yu, even in this situation, seemingly wearing a cruel smile on his face, and those eyes brimming with undisguised bloodlust and killing intent, he was genuinely terrified. As a result, his retreating speed slowed down a bit. All he could do was circulate his spiritual power with all his might to protect himself while mechanically shaking the bell in his hand.

"Opportunity!"

Seeing Zhang Meng seemingly scared out of his wits, Hong Yu immediately mobilized the spiritual power throughout his body, completely disregarding his own injuries. Using the force from Tong Ming's punch, he desperately tightened his grip on the seven absolutes sword and thrust it fiercely forward.

"Rip."

It was like a water-filled leather bag being slashed by a sharp knife. Hong Yu felt some resistance in the sword in his hand, then it seemed to pierce through something and could advance no further. Immediately after, a gushing torrent of blood splattered all over him.

"Ah, it hurts so much!" Zhang Meng cried out in agony. His heart had been directly pierced by the seven absolutes sword. His hands were covered in blood as he desperately clutched at the seven absolutes sword that Hong Yu had thrust.

Seeing this, Hong Yu also kicked out with one foot while simultaneously exerting force with his left hand to yank the sword outwards.

As the seven absolutes sword was pulled out, Zhang Meng collapsed limply to the ground. Li Fei and Tong Ming hurriedly rushed forward, pulling out a large pile of porcelain bottles from their Storage Pouches, selecting a handful of Medicinal Pills, and feeding them to Zhang Meng.

Li Fei frowned, looking at the blood-soaked Hong Yu, and said, "You have some nerve, daring to injure someone. I advise you to obediently hand over the Magical Artifact. Otherwise, within the entire mansion, there will be no place for you to hide."

Hong Yu's eyes carried a chilling killing intent, like a demonic Asura crawled out from Hell, as he said coldly, "What a joke. If I give it to you, will you really let me go? Save your breath. Let's settle this with our skills."

While delivering these fierce words, Hong Yu carefully sized up his surroundings with the corner of his eye. Soon, he raised his longsword and launched a fierce charge.

Li Fei and Tong Ming also hurriedly put down Zhang Meng and prepared their defenses carefully. After the fierce battle, the spiritual power within them was nearly depleted. Moreover, they clearly knew that the final desperate struggle of a cornered beast was the most dangerous.

Hong Yu charged fiercely towards the two of them, but unexpectedly, he suddenly veered off mid-way, escaping towards the door at an even faster speed. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared outside the door.

Deceived and humiliated, Li Fei and Tong Ming were furious. Especially Tong Ming, his face full of anger, was about to give chase.

At this moment, Zhang Meng, slumped on the ground spitting blood, said in a weak voice, "Save me first. He's seriously injured and won't get far. As long as we're inside Xuan Yun Residence, our three brothers have plenty of ways to make his life a living Hell."

These words persuaded the two, and they immediately abandoned the idea of pursuit, turning to help Zhang Meng treat his injuries.

For a Qi Condensation Cultivator, a pierced heart is merely a fatal wound. As long as they receive treatment immediately, they can still preserve their life.

Hong Yu escaped outside the house. Although he didn't hear any signs of pursuit from behind, he didn't dare to linger. Recalling the map in his mind, he quickly ran towards the mountainous forest.

Only after completely exhausting the spiritual power in his body did Hong Yu finally stop his steps in a dense forest.

Panting heavily, he forcibly used the seven absolutes sword to support himself on the ground, slowly sitting down to examine his injuries.

His left arm was the most severely injured; it seemed to be broken. His spiritual power was also completely depleted.

Hong Yu couldn't help but shake his head with a bitter smile. Last time he fought for his life, his left arm was also broken. He never expected to injure his left arm again this time.

"Li Fei, Tong Ming, Zhang Meng... these three, I will definitely kill them!"

Through this battle, Hong Yu realized that his Realm was actually above the three opponents. He had cultivated the Golden Skin, and within his body, he possessed one-third of dao blood. Cultivating dao blood grants a faster spiritual power recovery speed compared to Cultivators who haven't cultivated dao blood.

The main reason he was in such a sorry state during this battle was largely because he lacked a suitable offensive technique.

Li Fei's sword technique was exquisite, Tong Ming's fist and footwork were incredibly proficient, and even Zhang Meng, who was providing support from the side, attacked with a measured rhythm. If he hadn't risked his life for that final strike, he might not have been able to injure any of them.

Thus, Hong Yu remembered the Blood Slaughter Sword Technique that Xu Jing had given him. He took out all the Medicinal Pills he had on him and stuffed them into his embrace, then called out in his heart.

"System, I want to Cultivate the Blood Slaughter Sword Technique. intelligent cultivation, start hosting!"