Chapter 24: The Arrival of the Berserk Immortal Slayer

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Whoosh—

Suddenly, a surge of murderous blade energy swept in, countless slashes crashing toward the two men. Hua Manlou’s expression changed drastically; he immediately released the two women in his grasp and yanked Qin Lang away with him, retreating swiftly.

Under Qin Lang’s stunned gaze, the four women who had been drinking with them were instantly hacked into eight pieces, their bodies torn apart, blood mist billowing through the air.

Having dodged the attack, Hua Manlou drew a long sword of deep blue and stood ramrod straight before Qin Lang, his gaze icy as he stared ahead, his face darkening.

“A Berserker Immortal?” Hua Manlou frowned deeply, murmuring in confusion, “How could there be a Berserker Immortal here? And how did he get into this city?”

Berserker Immortals, also known as the Lost Ones.

These people were once outstanding cultivators in the immortal world, but in their relentless pursuit of power, they grew too reckless, leading themselves into a berserk state.

Once consumed by madness, they lost all sense of kinship, leaving carnage and slaughter in their wake.

Cultivators afflicted with this condition were strictly forbidden from entering any human settlements.

Yet before him stood a man with bloodshot eyes, crimson runes crawling over his skin, his whole body exuding a murderous red aura. His presence was overwhelming, rolling out in waves, his burly frame reminiscent of a tiger or a bear—a man in his forties, by all appearances—and he had appeared right here in Mutian City...

“There’s a Berserker Immortal! Run for your lives!”

“Damn it, what’s going on? Why is there a Berserker Immortal here?”

“Hurry, if you don’t run now, you’re done for!”

The Berserker Immortal’s arrival instantly threw the crowd into chaos, with people scrambling in panic, some even trampling each other as they fled the Misty Rain Pavilion.

A Berserker Immortal was a forbidden existence. Where they appeared, blood would flow like rivers, corpses would litter the ground, holes would gape everywhere, and the air would be thick with the wails of the dying...

Hidden behind Hua Manlou, Qin Lang silently watched the savagely ferocious, bone-chilling middle-aged man before him and reflexively swallowed, a chill of fear running down his spine.

Swallowing again, Qin Lang forced himself to remain calm. “Brother Hua, that uncle looks like bad news—and not just ordinary bad news. Do you think we should get out of here? Fast.”

“Agreed.”

After a moment’s thought, and another look at the Berserker Immortal’s terrifying power, Hua Manlou nodded slightly and quickly led the way out.

Qin Lang had no intention of lingering and followed Hua Manlou’s steps, moving slowly, ready to flee at any moment.

But just as they began to move, the Berserker Immortal’s eyes locked onto them, as if they were his prey.

“Wait—”

At the sound, Qin Lang halted, turning to Hua Manlou in confusion. “Brother Hua, what’s wrong? Shouldn’t we be leaving?”

Hua Manlou said nothing, only stared intently at the Berserker Immortal, his eyes narrowed to slits, as if trying to see through him.

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Whoosh—

In the next instant, the burly man before them began to whirl a blade, two fingers wide, with wild ferocity. The cold Tang broadsword spun rapidly in his grip, sending out surging waves of murderous light.

Sensing the man’s intent, Hua Manlou’s face changed drastically, shock written all over it. “No, his target is you! Run!”

“Ah—”

Qin Lang paled at the words, his mind thrown into turmoil.

He was the target.

Did this mean that old man’s words were true, and tonight really was a night of disaster for him?

Damn it!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Qin Lang turned and bolted for the distant main gate. A night of bloodshed was nothing to trifle with.

“Damn that old man, he must be cursed! Everything he says comes true!”

“Next time I see him, I’m running the other way,” Qin Lang muttered, cursing inwardly.

Seeing Qin Lang make for the exit, the middle-aged Berserker Immortal immediately swung his long blade and chased after him.

Hua Manlou’s expression shifted; his right hand flashed the long sword with blinding speed, the blade ringing out with clear, resounding notes.

Clang—

In the space of a single breath, their weapons collided fiercely, sparks flying, blade and sword light scattering in all directions.

Seeing the speed of the enemy’s attacks—already nearly matching his own—Hua Manlou was inwardly shaken, his face turning grave.

His sword was indeed fast, but his opponent was overwhelmingly powerful. If he persisted in this fight, he would surely die...

Slash—

The burly Berserker Immortal brought his blade down in a brutal arc; the exquisitely forged weapon sent a wave of bloodthirsty energy surging forth, crimson light like a dying sun, crashing toward Hua Manlou with thunderous force.

“Damn it—”

Hua Manlou’s face changed again, nerves taut, but he kept his cool under pressure, rapidly weaving a net of swirling sword light with his blade.

Boom—

Blade and sword light collided as if two Mount Taishans crashed together; the explosion was deafening, the shockwave spreading in all directions. Hua Manlou was blasted backward seven or eight meters, blood trickling from his lips.

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But the Berserker Immortal had never intended to target Hua Manlou. After swiftly knocking him aside, he turned his gaze to Qin Lang, who was fleeing not far away.

His Tang blade swung in a deadly arc, and wherever the cold edge flashed, bodies dropped into pools of blood, eyes wide with unwillingness.

Desperately fleeing, Qin Lang saw that the burly man’s eyes were fixed on him, and he felt despair. This really was a night of disaster!

His luck was abysmal.

This calamity was relentless.

It was as if fate itself were determined to end him...

Hearing the heavy footsteps closing in behind, Qin Lang finally cursed aloud: “Are you kidding me? Out of all these people, you come after me—a mere mortal? Are you brain-damaged or what?”

Bang!

Just as the Berserker Immortal was about to reach him, a silver spear blocked his path. The spear’s wielder was none other than Wang Zimo.

Staring at the Berserker Immortal, Wang Zimo’s face was grim, his heart pounding with fear as he confronted the foe.

This was no ordinary Berserker Immortal. He was powerful—terrifyingly so. Even if he and Hua Manlou joined forces, they could not hope to injure him in the slightest.

“Go! I’ll hold him off!” Wang Zimo called to Qin Lang, gripping his long spear tightly. The icy tip flashed, striking out like a dragon, aiming straight for the enemy’s vital points with unstoppable force.

Facing the youth who blocked his way, the Berserker Immortal grew furious. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a storm of blade light crackling with thunderous power at Wang Zimo.

Wang Zimo showed no fear, spear in hand, determined not to give the enemy any chance to reach Qin Lang...

“Brother Wang, thank you!” Qin Lang shouted his gratitude, not daring to look back as he turned and ran.

The Berserker Immortal’s target was him. If he lingered here a moment longer, he’d be chopped into eight pieces.

Meanwhile, Lin Xian, having learned of the sudden attack by a Berserker Immortal, was leading the Misty Rain Pavilion’s guards to the scene.

Surveying the carnage—blood everywhere, corpses strewn across the floor—Lin Xian’s heart burned with rage and anguish as she saw the Berserker Immortal locked in battle with Wang Zimo.

Pointing forward with a trembling hand, Lin Xian, shaking with anger, barked an order to the six heavily armed guards behind her: “Kill him for me!”

“Yes, ma’am!”