Chapter 99: The Awakening of the Shura Bloodline
The night was bathed in an ominous crimson hue, a reflection of the devastating power radiating from Mu Feng as his Shura Bloodline awakened.
The Battle Escalates
"This... impossible!" Zhang, the Yuan Dan powerhouse, stumbled back in disbelief as Mu Feng broke free from his grasp, his body now enveloped in blood-red energy.
With every passing second, Mu Feng's strength soared. His cultivation rapidly climbed through Purple Palace's higher realms, shattering its peak and charging straight into the Yuan Dan realm. The transformation was horrifyingly complete: blood-red wings sprouted from his back, his eyes glowed with a demonic crimson light, and his body exuded an overwhelming killing intent.
The Fury of the Shura Bloodline
"Shura Bloodline, awaken!" a voice—cold, ethereal, and commanding—resounded through the battlefield. It was not Mu Feng speaking, but the ancient will of the Shura blood within him.
A surge of energy rippled through the area, as though the heavens themselves trembled before this forbidden power. Mu Feng's body twisted and changed further: sharp fangs glistened in the moonlight, his nails grew into deadly claws, and a layer of shimmering, blood-red scales coated his skin. A blazing crimson sigil appeared on his forehead, pulsating with malevolent energy.
A Vengeful Rampage
"Your death will be slow," Mu Feng growled, his voice laced with both human rage and an otherworldly authority.
With a flap of his crimson wings, he surged forward at terrifying speed, his Shura Blood God Blade cutting through the air like a meteor. Zhang barely raised his long yellow staff in time to intercept the attack, but the blade's blood-colored energy cleaved through the weapon like paper.
The sheer force of the strike sent Zhang tumbling through the air, coughing blood. "What are you?!" he screamed, terror overtaking his arrogance.
"Your executioner," Mu Feng hissed, his bloodlust spiraling out of control.
The Turning Point
Zhang roared in defiance, gathering all his energy into a single desperate move. "Earth-Crushing Strike!" The massive energy projection of a mountain emerged, crashing down on Mu Feng.
But Mu Feng's response was equally overwhelming. He poured his remaining energy into the Shura Blood God Blade, its malevolent aura growing fiercer. "Blood Slash!"
The two forces collided with an earth-shaking explosion, leveling nearby buildings. Dust and debris filled the air, but as the smoke cleared, it was Mu Feng who emerged, unscathed and radiating an even more fearsome aura.
The Fall of Zhang
Zhang staggered, his body battered and broken. "I... I am a Yuan Dan expert. I cannot fall here..." he muttered, his voice trembling. But Mu Feng was relentless.
With one final swing of the Shura Blood God Blade, he unleashed a crescent of blood energy that severed Zhang's torso. The upper half of Zhang's body hit the ground with a sickening thud, his lower half collapsing separately.
As he lay in the dirt, bleeding out and gasping for air, Zhang's voice cracked with despair. "This... can't be... I serve a king... I can't die here!"
"Your service ends tonight," Mu Feng said coldly, watching the life fade from Zhang's eyes.
Aftermath
The battlefield fell silent as the last of the black-clad assassins fled in terror. Mu Feng stood amidst the carnage, his crimson wings spread wide, his form both terrifying and majestic.
Behind him, Mu Kuang and Bai Ziyue watched in awe and horror. "Feng-ge..." Mu Kuang whispered, struggling to reconcile the bloodthirsty figure before him with the brother he knew.
But Mu Feng's transformation came at a cost. His bloodline, forcibly awakened, was beginning to consume him. His crimson wings flickered and his aura began to waver.
The Price of Power
Mu Feng collapsed to his knees, his body reverting to its human form. His once-flaming hair dulled, and the crimson sigil on his forehead dimmed. He clutched his chest, gasping for air as exhaustion and pain overtook him.
In the distance, the remaining members of the Mu family emerged from hiding, their faces etched with a mixture of relief and fear. The night had been won, but at a devastating price.
Among the fallen was Uncle Zhong, his body cold and lifeless. Mu Feng crawled to his side, tears streaming down his face. "Uncle Zhong, I swear... I'll make them pay for every drop of blood they've spilled," he vowed, his voice hoarse but resolute.