Reborn as a Hatrack in the Mystical Land-Chapter 619 - 76: Battle of Life and Death

A quarter of an hour earlier.

It was when Yue Jinghua got off the carriage and faced Ming Lang alone.

"Damn Yue Jinghua, next time I encounter him, I will definitely tear him to pieces," Ji Yun and Qing Zizhu, depressed from being ridiculed by Yue Jinghua, just stepped out of the tavern, both reeking of alcohol.

"I too was tricked badly by that kid, many of Yanyue Chamber of Commerce’s businesses were snatched by him," Qing Zizhu said bitterly and resentfully.

However, every time they schemed against Yue Jinghua, they ended up losing more than they tried to gain.

"Isn’t that the carriage of Yue Residence ahead?" the drunken duo squinted, only to see Yue Jinghua getting off the carriage alone.

After Yue Minzhi and the others drove away, Yue Jinghua strayed into an alley suspiciously.

Looking at each other, they both exclaimed in unison: "Good opportunity, that kid is all alone."

The two of them, along with a group of guards, aggressively followed Yue Jinghua into the alley.

In the alley, Yue Jinghua and Ming Lang encountered each other on the narrow path.

Confronted by Yue Jinghua’s questioning, Ming Lang did not respond; he was as cold and merciless as the rumors stated, acknowledging only orders from Yun Lang.

Yue Jinghua was also fraught with indecision – to confront directly or outsmart?

Ming Lang’s strength was unquestionable, and if a real fight ensued, she would be no match for him.

Yet, she couldn’t recklessly reveal her identity as a Summoner, Yue Jinghua was still hesitant.

His figure suddenly sped up, Dark Energy striking towards Yue Jinghua’s head like a sharp whip.

Almost simultaneously, a pale blue Dark Light emitted from under Yue Jinghua’s feet, and in the narrow alley, her body, quick as a darting fish, slickly dodged Ming Lang’s attack by sliding along the wall.

Ming Lang’s initial strike missed, and seeing Yue Jinghua trying to escape along the wall, he turned his hands into palms, increasing the speed and density of his attacks, making the air buzz with the velocity.

His assault was frenzied; Yue Jinghua retreated while he advanced, his moves as unstoppable as a spear, sealing off all of Yue Jinghua’s escape routes.

Under Ming Lang’s relentless pursuit, Yue Jinghua found herself with no way out.

She lightly tapped her foot, leaping along the wall, and with the Lianyun Great Sword in her hand, she thrust directly at Ming Lang’s eyes.

Ordinary people, when faced with sharp objects aimed at their eyes, would instinctively cover them, a natural human reaction. However, Ming Lang, facing the aggressive Sword Force, not only did not retreat but advanced even further.

By his side, a Dark Energy Wall had formed, catching the Lianyun Great Sword as if the sea swallowed stones, firmly immobilizing it.

As Ming Lang prepared to strike, Yue Jinghua somersaulted, with a forceful push of the Great Sword into the Dark Energy Wall, and with her left hand, she drew the Sky Shrieking Sword from her foot.

Using both swords, Ming Lang’s Dark Energy Wall immediately exploded, and the peculiar wall’s broken Dark Energy turned into thread-like strands entangling Yue Jinghua’s limbs and neck.

Suddenly, a pair of iron arms stretched out from behind, Ming Lang coldly watched Yue Jinghua being wrapped by the Dark Energy, locking her throat in a swift maneuver.

His fingers, like iron bars, could instantly pierce through a person’s throat.

Just as Ming Lang thought his task was nearly complete, his movement paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his fierce, wolf-like eyes.

His indestructible fingers, comparable to a Holy Artifact, surprisingly failed to crush Yue Jinghua’s throat; his hand moved a few inches, only to feel something slippery under his fingers, totally lacking the bone of a throat.

Woman!

Having discovered Yue Jinghua’s true gender, Ming Lang showed no trace of sympathy or mercy; in his eyes, there was no distinction of gender, or difference between the noble and the lowly.

In Ming Lang’s eyes, people were only divided into dead and alive.

He gathered another surge of Dark Power at his fingertips, aiming to pierce through Yue Jinghua’s throat, but the Dark Energy couldn’t penetrate her skin.

This woman’s bones and skin were exceptionally tough, even harder than the shell of the renowned high-defense Dark Beast, the Land Crocodile Turtle.

Ming Lang heard that some family descendants have been taking Elixir Pills and soaking in Spirit Wood Liquid from a young age to forge an overwhelmingly strong physique.

"Don’t think that I can’t kill you just because of this," Ming Lang’s words, like a cold Sword blade, brushed past Yue Jinghua’s cheek: "My Dark Power can make your internal organs burst and kill you."

As he spoke, the Holy Runes on Ming Lang’s body that resembled tattoos became active, and Dark Energy tunneled into Yue Jinghua’s nose and mouth like tentacles.

"This is bad," as Ming Lang’s Dark Energy entered her body, she felt as if a chaotic Sword was rummaging inside her.

While activating the Nine Revolutions Creation Technique within her body to defend against the enemy, Yue Jinghua examined the patterns on Ming Lang’s body.

Only those who have faced Ming Lang would understand that his Dark Skill is very unique; it is fundamentally different from the Dark Skills of other Dark Practitioners on the continent.

Ming Lang saw Yue Jinghua’s complexion fluctuating between cyan and red,

"Cough, cough, Ming Lang, who asked you to kill me?" Yue Jinghua eyed the patterns on Ming Lang’s body.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. Could it be that Ming Lang’s unique Dark Skill was not innate, but acquired later?

On the continent, there are only a few who can craft such expertly carved patterns.

Divine Pattern Sha Yan, a person from the Divine Court, rarely interacts with the worldly affairs.

And within the Wo Hua Imperial City, the only one capable of such craftsmanship... She remembered the fake smile Yun Lang wore at the Beast Fighting Arena, like a mask.

So it was him!

Yue Jinghua took a deep breath, "The person who wanted you to kill me, it’s Yun Lang."

In Ming Lang’s eyes, his gaze flickered slightly, neither denying nor admitting; he let out a muffled grunt, with no slack in his actions.

Just then, noisy footsteps came from the entrance of the alley. Seeing the two people intertwined in a close yet eerie manner, Ji Yun exclaimed, "What are you guys doing?"

"It’s Ming Lang, it’s Ming Lang," Qing Zizhu recognized Ming Lang at once.

Hearing Ming Lang’s name, the guards all stepped back in fear.

Ming Lang wants to kill Yue Jinghua?

"Get out, tonight I only want to kill one person," Ming Lang furrowed his brows displeasedly.

"The one who should say ’get out’ is you!" Ming Lang, caught off guard for a moment, Yue Jinghua seized this opportunity, shifted her Divine Sense, and pulled out the Prajnaparamita Needle from the Desire Gourd.

With a swallow turning in mid-air, she leapt up high like a rabbit, her fingers shimmering, and she stabbed the Prajnaparamita Needle into Ming Lang’s body.

Although the Prajnaparamita Needle was as fine as a strand of hair, it was extremely sharp. Yue Jinghua maneuvered her fingers as if painting, dancing with the needle on Ming Lang’s body.

Ming Lang only felt a sharp pain on his skin.

"That guy is crazy, that’s Ming Lang, and he’s actually using an embroidery needle, something used by women, against Ming Lang," Qing Zizhu and Ji Yun were stunned, their steps to flee feeling as if glued in place.

"No, look at Ming Lang," Qing Zizhu held his breath.

Only to see Ming Lang’s body surface, under the influence of those few "embroidery needles", undergoing changes.

"He, he’s sculpting Holy Runes, Yue Jinghua, he’s actually a Tattoo Master!" Ji Yun and Qing Zizhu exclaimed in shock.