Roaring Dragon-Chapter 63: Demon Shadow Splits the Sky, Blood Still Fresh

Whoosh—whoosh—

Taishu Dan raised his left hand, drawing in the surrounding blood aura. As Xie Jinhuan closed the distance, he had already lifted his vine staff.

But at that exact moment—

A dazzling sword-light flared from the ship tower’s beam—

Clang—

Xie Jinhuan exploded forward like an unchained dragon, legs surging with power. Mid-flight, his three-foot sword flashed from its sheath, angled backward. His left hand, clawed like a dragon’s talon, reached straight for the incoming vine staff!

Taishu Dan couldn’t understand why Xie Jinhuan would try to catch a weapon bare-handed, but he seized the opportunity, channeling his energy into a ferocious strike meant to shatter his opponent’s arm.

“Die—!”

Bang!

The vine staff struck squarely into Xie Jinhuan’s palm, a surge of overwhelming force erupting outward!

But what Taishu Dan never could’ve predicted was—despite his wild eyes and reckless appearance—Xie Jinhuan had already shifted his shoulder and back at the moment of impact.

The incoming force didn’t rupture his arm meridians. Instead, ripples coursed through his solid arm, spreading into his torso and finally channeling straight into his rear hand!

Swish—

Without any warning or energy buildup, Xie Jinhuan unleashed a slash powerful enough to cleave mountains and split seas!

A piercing sword howl tore through the red mist, a blazing crescent carving the rooftop in its wake.

Though Taishu Dan was no martial artist, he had fought his fair share of battles—and he couldn’t comprehend how a strike filled with such terrifying force had come out of nowhere, without even a hint of preparation.

But far out in the river, Linghu Qingmo’s eyes lit up with surprise and admiration as she murmured:

"Tiluong Wujiao... now that’s a proper use of borrowed force!"

Boom—!

With a thunderous crack, the tea-green vine staff split clean in two!

The three-foot blade swept across Xie Jinhuan’s front, its razor wind carving a bloody line across Taishu Dan’s chest and abdomen!

Splurt—

Though the strike should’ve disemboweled him, Taishu Dan’s explosive reflexes let him twist away just in time, retreating into the red mist-filled main hall. Midair, he slammed his palms together vertically in front of his chest:

“Mi-me-me...”

Thump—

Several half-broken puppets immediately sprang from the floor, lunging at Xie Jinhuan like rabid beasts.

And below, in the main hall—

Clank clank dong dong...

Xie Jinhuan swept aside the pouncing puppets with a single slash, then launched off the beam, bounding between walls in pursuit. But in the poison-shrouded hall, a horrifying scene emerged:

The hundreds of people who had collapsed earlier in the hall and corridors now began rising in unison—eyes glowing crimson, bloodthirsty and savage—rushing toward Xie Jinhuan like wild beasts.

“Ahhh—!”

The ship tower erupted in a cacophony of ghostly shrieks!

Before he even landed, several silhouettes burst from the mist, clawing for him—only to be cleaved apart midair by three sword strikes, their corpses crashing down like rain.

Swish swish swish—

Xie Jinhuan’s blade surged like a tide. He landed atop the massive ceremonial drum with a dull thud~, but before he could leap again, hundreds of crazed figures surged from every direction like a collapsing mountain.

Boom boom boom—

Blood sprayed. Qi forces rampaged.

In mere moments, the crazed horde had buried the giant drum beneath them!

The frenzy continued unchecked—people trampling over people, climbing higher, forming a human mountain that fully engulfed Xie Jinhuan.

“Mi-me-me...”

Taishu Dan, bare-chested, knelt on the second-floor railing. The gash on his chest visibly closed as blood aura surged into him. Seeing Xie Jinhuan buried alive, he raised both hands—

Whoosh whoosh—

Black mist churned from his palms. The broken vine staff clattered to the hall below, the skull on it flickering with a dim red glow.

A chilling ghostly aura blanketed the hall, and over a hundred unseen spirits emerged within the black fog, swirling toward the human mountain.

He was using his clan’s signature cursecraft:

Hundred Ghosts Plaguewalk.

Outside the ship, a group of ten figures approaching silently froze in horror as the ghostly aura exploded from within.

Hundred Ghosts Plaguewalk—infamous for wide-area killing—summoned minor ghosts that disturbed the mind. Even peak martial artists could succumb to its venom in under thirty seconds.

Lin Wanyi, knowing Xie Jinhuan’s background, turned pale:

“He can’t use his talismans in that fog!”

Linghu Qingmo immediately burst from the water, rushing to help.

But just then—

Thud—

A deep crash echoed from within the hall!

The ceremonial drum shattered, and the human mountain sagged as its base collapsed. Then came:

Crash—

The deck splintered open. The crowd spilled into the lower ship like falling sand.

Taishu Dan frowned and scanned the gaping hole below for any sign of Xie Jinhuan—

Only for a deafening roar to erupt behind him:

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A razor-sharp sword-light tore toward his back!

Xie Jinhuan shot from a breach in the deck, unleashing a thunderous slash that tore through the second-floor wall—mid-strike, sparks of lightning flared along the blade!

Zzzzzap—

The ghostly mist instantly vanished.

Taishu Dan’s hair stood on end. Without turning, he kicked backward like a startled beast.

Splurt—

The three-foot blade skimmed his spine, tearing a deep gash to the bone!

Xie Jinhuan took a heavy blow to the gut but seized Taishu Dan’s ankle midair—slashing at his thigh!

Clang—

Their entangled bodies flew from the front of the ship tower.

Midair, Taishu Dan pursed his lips—

Pheeew~

The low, blunt whistle stunned Xie Jinhuan for a split second!

In that instant, Taishu Dan kicked hard, knocking the sword from his grasp and reaching to grab it—

But Xie Jinhuan recovered with unnatural speed, sweeping his arm to knock him away!

Swish~ thump thump—

Both men slammed onto the deck. The Zhenglun Sword landed several meters away.

Xie Jinhuan hit the ground and bounced up instantly, lunging for it—

But Taishu Dan, realizing he was on the losing side, charged too, ramming Xie Jinhuan with a brutal headbutt to the chest, then locked his neck like a rampaging bull, blood streaming down his back and sweat boiling off his body.

His eyes were pure malice:

“Let me just—argh—!”

Wham!

Before he could finish, Xie Jinhuan delivered a savage low blow right to the groin!

With his eggs scrambled, Taishu Dan’s face contorted in agony, his voice cracking mid-roar. His grip faltered.

Xie Jinhuan swung his right arm free, then drove his elbow forward with explosive force.

“HAAAH—!”

BANG—

CRACK—

With a sickening crunch, the bone-shattering elbow caved in Taishu Dan’s chest, his ribs compressing inward.

His exposed spine arched grotesquely under the impact, a geyser of blood erupting from his nose.

Splurt...

Coughing up old blood, Taishu Dan was sent flying, skidding across the deck until he slammed into a ship wall. He groaned, bleeding heavily as his body tried to pull in more blood aura to heal.

Xie Jinhuan stood, drenched in blood, wiping his cheek and spitting:

“Peh! Tough old bastard.”

“Cough—”

Taishu Dan, broken front and back, crushed down low, face twisted in agony, still cursed through clenched teeth:

“Despicable rat...”

But Xie Jinhuan didn’t stick around to trade insults. He strode forward, grabbed his sword hilt—

Sching~

The three-foot blade pulled free of the deck with a cold flash in the moonlight.

Taishu Dan, barely standing, looked up in panic:

“Wait! I—I know the truth about the Underworld God Sect, and—”

SLASH—

A piercing sword cry split the air!

Like a meteor of fire and steel, the blade pierced Taishu Dan’s chest, blasting him through the rear wall of the ship.

Boom—

Both men crashed into the hall, dragging a groove across the floor until the sword nailed him to a load-bearing pillar.

THUD!

Taishu °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° Dan clutched the blade with both hands, staring in rage and terror at the monster in front of him:

“I—I know about the Underworld God Sect! I can—”

CRACK—

Xie Jinhuan yanked out the Zhenglun Sword, flipped it, and drove it straight through Taishu Dan’s open mouth, twisting his wrist.

Craaaack—

His skull shattered. The blabbering stopped.

The storm of spiritual energy finally stilled.

Sching—

Xie Jinhuan drew back his sword, flicking blood from the blade. He stared at the twitching, dying corpse.

“You think I’m crazy, not stupid? If I let you talk, you’d be fully healed halfway through.”

“Hurrgh...”

Even with his neck mangled, Taishu Dan wasn’t dead yet—he trembled violently, trying to absorb more blood aura.

Xie Jinhuan didn’t give him the chance.

With his whole body surging with qi, he slammed a hammer-like fist right into Taishu Dan’s face.

BOOM!

Brain matter exploded in a mist of blood. The pillar behind him cracked.

CRACK—

The corpse, now with half a head missing, slid slowly down the post and crumpled to the floor.

Plop—

The ship fell deathly silent.

“Huff...”

Xie Jinhuan stood blood-soaked in the hall. Though the enemies were gone, his blood energy still raged. His body swelled painfully, his mind turning foggy.

He’d worried that if he lost control, he’d slaughter everyone aboard the ship—

But looking around now, he realized that concern was... a little excessive.

The ship tower was in ruins. Corpses and blood covered every inch. No one was left standing.

Even if he was in a killing frenzy, there was no one left to kill. He sure as hell wasn’t going to waste energy checking for pulses and finishing off stragglers.

Xie Jinhuan scanned the room, dazed, then shrugged:

“That’s it?”