1139 Battling the Siblings
Alex felt rejuvenated as his power increased by 2 realms once again. He felt refreshed, all of his mental burdens disappearing in a flash. With Whisker in control of the array, he no longer had to worry about it.
He was finally free to fight these two with everything he had got.
20 blood swords appeared on top of him with Midnight at the front, making it 21. The swords started spinning, and Alex attacked with them.
The two men and women tried to stop the attack, but they were surprised at how strong it was. Alex’s attack was way too strong for the woman, and the man was barely stopping it.
The swords continued barraging them, not letting them move at all. The patriarch fought it back, but he had to continuously have to use his Dao.
Alex angled the attack toward the woman rather than the patriarch as taking care of her first would give him ample opportunity to fight him.
The old man realized that as well and did all he could to stop him.
“Disrupt his attacks while I deal with him,” the patriarch shouted. The old woman nodded and joined her hands in front of her.
A symbol of fire appeared in the air, one that read ‘Flame Destruction’, and the woman sent the symbol downward.
Alex created a flame of his own, one that was much more powerful than her’s and sent it flying up at the symbol.
The two attacks struck each other, creating an explosion in the sky. The explosive force was directed towards the woman more than Alex, and she had to use her defensive skill to block it.
The man also defended a bit and at the same time sensed something.
Alex had disappeared once more, appearing behind the two of them. The man responded in time and quickly turned around to stop Alex’s attack.
Alex felt his fist lose energy even as he punched at the woman with spiky blood knuckles.
“Brother!” the woman shouted out loud.
The man turned around just in time to notice what he had done wrong.
“NO!” he shouted and watched in horror as the swords he had moved his eyes away from had ripped through his softness Dao. They ripped apart his sister’s body right in front of her, coming out on the other side with bloody chunks attached to them.
Not even her Nascent soul survived the attack at all.
Alex teleported back to his original location and brought back his swords. He breathed in and out quickly as he felt some mental pain.
“Nice,” he thought. “So it can work.”
He was worried that Intent alone wouldn’t be enough to overpower the Dao that the old man was using, but actually using it had shown that it did.
The old man was most likely used to his teleportation by now, so he had used himself as the bait. The real attack had been the swords he had sending forward all along.
Alex looked at the swords flying next to him and frowned slightly. The attack had worked, but it had also made his blood aura slightly weaker.
“You bastard!” the old man shouted and came flying at him.
Alex quickly threw his swords at the Patriarch. Since Alex had no more hindrance, he focused all he could on this one fight.
The Patriarch was definitely stronger, and his softness Dao was strong, but Alex understood that his intent on using his own Dao was stronger than his enemy’s, he was capable of practically rendering the defensive Dao useless.
The employed guards and people from the Kang family that were initially fighting had slowly reduced in number to almost nothing.
They had either run away or had died to the blood beasts. Now, most of the blood beasts were staying around, doing nothing other than adding to the array.
Alex’s battle got more and more intense, and both of them started running out of their powers.
The old man was running out of Qi, and Alex was running out of his blood aura. If things continued, he would definitely lose.
‘I need to find a way to get close,’ Alex thought.
He jumped back into the fight and started fighting more aggressively. The old man fought too. The anger of every single loss he had felt today made him want to rip apart Alex with his own two hands.
The swords and spears clashed for a while before Alex saw an opportunity.
The old man stabbed his spear toward him with a blue glow around it. Alex saw the spear coming and didn’t move.
The spear stabbed through his body, coming out on the other side of his chest. There was a massive hole in the middle of his chest.
“Hahaha!” the old man shouted when he finally saw that. “I got you, bastard!”
The people at the ground gasped in shock and fell silent. “ALEX!” Graham shouted with all his might as he couldn’t believe that his son had died in front of his eyes.
Alex couldn’t even cough up any blood. His lungs had been fully destroyed. His breathing had stopped, and from what he could tell, his heart had also stopped.
The old man’s eyes were feral as he got happy that he got his revenge. “This is what you deserve, you bastard,” he said.
Alex’s dull eyes slowly moved towards him and he smiled. He grabbed the spear and thrust it deeper into his body, pulling himself closer to the old man.
He grabbed the old man by the throat. The old man quickly used his softness Dao to soften any attack he was about to use, but there was no real attack here.
Except, the old man suddenly felt a chill as something entered his body through his throat. His body felt weak and helpless, and he was forced to attack Alex to send him away.
Alex was sent flying, but he managed to catch himself in midair. His wounded chest slowly healed, and he looked at the man with a bright smile.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“What? What did you do to me?” the old man asked. He felt sick to his core as if he was diseased or something. “Did you poison me? Bastard!”
Alex only smiled, telling nothing. If he told the old man that he had poured in death aura into him, he might figure out that healing pills would help get rid of the problem.
The old man found it difficult to reach into his storage bag.
“Damn you!” the old man shouted and sent another attack flying towards Alex who was right next to him.
Alex used the last bit of his blood to create blood armor to protect himself from the attack. At the same time, he reached to his forehead and cut it open.
Thick, crimson blood poured from his forehead and it pooled on his palm.
This was his last shot at possibly defeating the old man, so he decided to give it his all.
He decided to use his Blood Essence.