After Being Reborn, I Refuse To Be The Holy Son Of The Sect Anymore

Chapter 153:

Mo Hongyue, the mysterious assassin of the demonic sect, was shrouded in secrecy.

No one had ever seen her true face.

Perhaps, anyone who had seen her face was already dead.

The only things known were that she was a woman and that her weapon was the Crimson Moon Demon Spear.

Not only was she an assassin of the demonic sect, but also a spear-wielding demon whose mastery of spear techniques placed her among the top cultivators in the entire Northern Region.

Otherwise, in Xiao Yang’s previous life, she wouldn’t have nearly killed him with a single strike of her spear.

Even after being reborn, Xiao Yang felt chills running down his spine when he recalled the perilous moment from his past life.

Back then, had he not instinctively tilted his head slightly, the sudden strike from Mo Hongyue’s spear would have pierced his forehead, ending his life on the spot.

Had Mo Hongyue succeeded in assassinating him in Jiuxiao City in his previous life, Qin Fei would have quickly taken his place as the sect’s Holy Son.

Qin Fei would have gained the Azure Sun Sword Sect’s treasured Azure Sun Sword, accelerating the demonic sect’s plan to break the seal of the Abyss of Demons.

The invasion of the human world by the demonic race would have come much earlier.

But in this life, everything had changed.

Now, it was Xiao Yang’s turn to hunt Mo Hongyue.

Mo Hongyue’s escape light was extremely fast, a streak of dark crimson magic light cutting across the sky.

Behind it, a trail of fiery light closely pursued.

The two lights, one chasing the other, disappeared into the distant horizon in an instant.

Shortly after, three more beams of light followed from behind.

“Hold your steps, all three of you!”

A hoarse voice suddenly echoed, and a massive shadowy figure of demonic energy materialized in front of the three pursuing lights, blocking their path.

A suffocating aura of demonic energy emanated from the indistinct shadow, overwhelming and oppressive.

“Remnants of the demonic sect?”

The voice of Huang Tian resounded.

The three lights halted mid-air, revealing their true forms.

The leader was none other than Blade God Huang Tian.

Beside him stood a white-haired elder with flowing robes, the Grand Elder of the Azure Sun Sword Sect, Cang Xiao.

The third figure was a clean-shaven, middle-aged man in black, Luo Xuan, the patriarch of the Luo family of Jiuxiao City.

All three of them were formidable cultivators in the Divine Martial Realm.

As they confronted the shadowy figure, it dissipated, and an elderly, hunched figure emerged.

The old man wielded a ghost-headed staff, his body shrouded in a dark aura of demonic energy.

“Why not stay and play with this old man for a while?” the elder said, his scarlet eyes glinting eerily.

“Tianchan Old Demon?”

The trio was visibly shocked.

…

Meanwhile, Mo Hongyue’s escape light suddenly dove toward the ground.

“This place is…”

Xiao Yang’s figure appeared above, but he didn’t immediately give chase.

This was Ghost Mist Gorge.

Mo Hongyue had led him here.

Xiao Yang grew cautious.

With Mo Hongyue’s strength, she could have chosen to confront him directly.

After all, Mo Hongyue was also a Divine Martial Realm expert in the demonic path.

She had intentionally drawn him to this place.

Xiao Yang could sense a trap.

“So this kidnapping was just a childish ploy to lure me here,” Xiao Yang thought coldly.

Qin Fei was still as cunning and insidious as ever.

If one scheme failed, there was always a backup plan.

“Xiao Yang, do you dare come down and fight?”

Mo Hongyue’s voice echoed from the mist-filled gorge below.

“Hahaha…”

Xiao Yang laughed, his voice resonating through the gorge.

“What are you laughing at?”

Mo Hongyue’s voice came again.

The poisonous mist in the gorge made it eerie and foreboding, especially at night. The echoes in the canyon made it impossible for Xiao Yang to pinpoint her location.

“What do you think?” Xiao Yang replied, still laughing.

“If you have the guts, come down and fight. If not, scram!” Mo Hongyue snapped impatiently.

“Do you think I, Xiao Yang, am a fool in your eyes?” Xiao Yang’s laughter faded, replaced by a cold tone.

There was undoubtedly an ambush in the gorge. Only an idiot would jump into a known trap.

“You… you know who I am?”

Mo Hongyue’s surprise was evident in her voice.

“Your taunts won’t work on me. Take your time playing here. I’m leaving,” Xiao Yang said, turning to leave.

“If you’ve come, you’re not leaving!”

A cold laugh echoed from the gorge below.

Suddenly, a streak of blood-red light pierced through the mist, like a bolt of crimson lightning, shooting toward Xiao Yang in the sky with incredible speed.

A powerful wave of demonic energy surged from the gorge, dispersing the poisonous mist and revealing Mo Hongyue’s figure.

“Hmph!”

Xiao Yang extended his right hand, catching the incoming blood-red light between his fingers.

The light dissipated, revealing the Crimson Moon Demon Spear.

The spear’s tip was pinched between Xiao Yang’s index and middle fingers.

At the same time, Mo Hongyue vanished from her previous position.

Xiao Yang felt a surge of demonic energy approaching him rapidly.

In a flash, Mo Hongyue appeared before him.

“So fast…” Xiao Yang murmured, astonished.

Mo Hongyue reached out with her right hand, grabbing the spear’s shaft and giving it a violent shake.

A powerful force erupted from the spear’s tip, breaking Xiao Yang’s grip and sending him reeling backward.

Before he could recover, a streak of blood-red light aimed directly for his forehead.

Without thinking, Xiao Yang sidestepped, the spear’s crimson glow grazing past his temple. A few strands of hair floated down.

Summoning his energy, Xiao Yang enveloped himself in a faint fiery glow, with Futian Sword Qi radiating from his entire body.

Mo Hongyue, undeterred, spun the spear in a reverse strike, aiming directly for Xiao Yang’s chest.

“Body-protecting energy?”

Mo Hongyue was momentarily stunned. Her spear couldn’t penetrate the sword qi shield around Xiao Yang.

“Hmph!”

Mo Hongyue pressed forward, her spear tip still against Xiao Yang’s chest, pushing him back with immense force.

Despite her efforts, the spear couldn’t pierce his protective sword qi.

Xiao Yang raised his sword fingers, preparing to counterattack.

“Roar!”

Mo Hongyue let out a fierce roar and shook her spear violently. The powerful force erupted from the spear’s tip, sending Xiao Yang flying a hundred meters away.

Stabilizing himself, Xiao Yang looked down to see a hole torn in the fabric of his chest.

“Your protective qi isn’t bad,” Mo Hongyue said, holding her Crimson Moon Demon Spear.

The spear began glowing with blood-red patterns, releasing an intense aura. Crimson flames danced on its tip as the weapon’s power awakened.

“Mo Hongyue, you can’t kill me,” Xiao Yang said coldly.

“But tonight, you must die!” Mo Hongyue declared, stepping forward and thrusting her spear at Xiao Yang from a hundred meters away.

The spear shot out like a dragon, drawing the surrounding spiritual energy. A blood-red moon rose behind her, freezing the very air and locking down the void.

Xiao Yang felt as though he were trapped in a swamp, his movements restricted.

“A martial domain?” Xiao Yang was shocked. He hadn’t expected Mo Hongyue’s domain to be so overwhelming.

As the Crimson Moon Demon Spear neared, Xiao Yang found himself unable to dodge.

“When her domain manifests, locking down the void, no one can survive beneath the might of Mo Hongyue’s spear,” a mysterious figure in a black cloak muttered from the depths of the gorge.

The spear’s crimson tip was about to pierce Xiao Yang’s forehead.