Chapter 1271 - Blood Demon’s Killing Curse
Chapter 1271: Blood Demon’s Killing Curse
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Tang Wulin carried the food trays in his hands as he went upstairs and quickly strode to the room. He used the tip of his toes to push the door open. As he walked in, he said, “Mother, I’m back. Come see what you’d like for breakfast…”
Tang Wulin’s voice softened when he opened the door and entered the room. He saw his mother asleep, bent over his father.
‘Mother is still feeling lethargic!’
He placed the food trays gently onto a table by the side. His body suddenly stiffened.
‘Something’s not right! Even if she’s just sleeping, Mother’s aura shouldn’t be so weak.’
In the next moment, he was at Lang Yue’s side to help her up.
Lang Yue’s body was soft and limp. Her skin was pale with barely a shade of pink. It got more dreadful for Tang Wulin when he found a ghastly striation on her forehead. The striation was dark red and looked like a ghost’s face. The ghost’s face was alive as it squirmed ceaselessly. It looked exceedingly ferocious.
The same striation was also on Tang Ziran’s forehead. His condition had degenerated obviously, appearing much different from earlier.
“No, no, no!” Intense fear gripped Tang Wulin’s chest in an instant. His spiritual power burst out like an oil spill. He found the Holy Spirit Douluo meditating in her room in the next moment.
It only took two breaths before a stream of white radiance appeared in the room. Tang Wulin did not need to explain as Yali immediately sensed the changes in Lang Yue and Tang Ziran as soon as she arrived. She stretched out both her hands. Each of her hands carried a gentle white radiance which she pressed onto both Tang Ziran’s and Lang Yue’s foreheads individually.
The blood color striations on Lang Yue’s and Tang Ziran’s foreheads suddenly came alive. The striations opened their large, vicious mouths in an attempt to chomp on the Holy Spirit Douluo’s palms.
Yali was taken aback. She gasped in surprise. “That’s the Blood Demon’s Killing Curse. Surprisingly, he’s still alive.”
Tang Wulin spoke anxiously, “Your Excellency, what is a Blood Demon’s Killing Curse? Are my father and mother going to be fine?”
Yali did not answer Tang Wulin’s question. Her expression turned somber. Her palms moved in a circle in front of her chest as she immediately conjured a white domain that enshrouded Tang Wulin and his family.
Tang Ziran’s and Lang Yue’s bodies were imbued with a layer of holy, pure radiance. A golden color rippled in the layers of white radiance which clashed with the blood-colored striations on their foreheads to calm their blood essences simultaneously.
Tang Wulin stood by the side to watch. He was not skilled in treating diseases and saving lives. Hence, he could only observe the most powerful, recovery-type Title Douluo who was at work before him.
The ferocious, ghost-face striations suddenly transformed. Its initially terrifying appearance turned into a blood-colored smiley face abruptly. It turned out the smiley face was mocking the Holy Spirit Douluo for being overconfident.
“Oh, oh.”
Lang Yue and Tang Ziran both screamed out in agony simultaneously. A puff of blood essence spurted out from their seven bodily orifices almost at the same time.
Tang Wulin was shocked. It was his first experience in feeling helpless in spite of the power he wields. The pain he felt was indescribable. No matter how high a price he paid, no matter how much he wished, he could not even exert an ounce of strength to help. The feeling pained him so much it drove him crazy.
“Calm down!” the Holy Spirit Douluo shouted aloud. An enormous angel emerged behind her back. The angel appeared similar to Yue Zhengyu’s angel, but it had eight wings instead of six. It was not golden but pure white. Its beautiful face was filled with boundless compassion.
The wings behind its back spread open. Rings of gentle white halos rapidly surged into Tang Ziran’s and Lang Yue’s bodies such that the spouting blood essences from their seven bodily orifices slowed down a little.
Meanwhile, the blood-colored runes on Tang Ziran’s and Lang Yue’s foreheads opened their mouths to voice out their intent.
“Yali, is that you? Yun Ming is dead but you’re still alive. I’ve always yearned for your soul and body, just like when you collaborated with him to destroy my body back in the days. Are you trying in vain to save someone’s life? My Blood Demon’s Killing Curse needs only a drop of blood to cause eternal destruction. Let alone you, Yun Ming couldn’t possibly stop me even if he was resurrected! How dare you ruin my objective? I shall wait for you to be reduced to my blood slave one day.”
The two blood-colored runes immediately vanished. Meanwhile, Tang Ziran’s and Lang Yue’s bodies turned red in a split second. They opened their blood-colored eyes almost simultaneously.
“Father, Mother!” Tang Wulin roared in pain as he grabbed his parents’ hands tightly.
Sweat was dripping from the Holy Spirit Douluo’s forehead. The white halos which surged into Tang Ziran and Lang Yue were growing stronger, but they only managed to suppress the blood color from spreading all over their bodies.
“Quick, speak quickly. I can only maintain their consciousnesses temporarily.” Yali’s eyes carried an intense rage. However, helplessness and pain were seen in her eyes.
The Blood Demon’s Killing Curse was too powerful. More importantly, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue had left behind their blood essences in the other person’s hands. Moreover, the person’s cultivation was way above Yali’s. If they had been soul masters, she could still do something for them. After all, a soul master’s body was much stronger. At present, she was rendered helpless for their physical conditions were very weak.
“No, no, Your Excellency. I beg you to save them, please.” Tang Wulin pleaded with a quivering voice.
Yali closed her eyes in agony. She had already exhausted all her efforts. Even though she was still capable of unleashing more powerful skills, Tang Ziran and his wife would not be able to withstand the onslaught for sure.
“My child, please don’t compel Her Excellency anymore. This is our destiny!” A familiar voice was heard clearly.
Tang Wulin raised his head and looked up to see his father’s eyes which had already turned blood red.
Tang Ziran’s eyes appeared terrifying, but his gaze was filled with tenderness. He held his wife’s hand by his side as his lips cracked into a faint smile. “Actually, I had a premonition a few days ago that they were going to kill us to prevent us from divulging the information. I felt hopeless. Only that, I didn’t expect to be blessed with the opportunity to see you one last time before we die.”
“Son, you’ve grown up. You’re taller and more handsome than me when I was your age. We’re especially delighted to see you grow into an adult who’s successful in life. Don’t be sad, okay? We’ve put you through too many hardships over these years. Actually, I had resigned myself to the fact that we won’t be seeing you anymore when we left you a decade ago. At that time, I left you a message to look for us when you’ve cultivated to the rank of a Soul Sage to motivate you.”
“Just like how I used to tell you when you were young. ‘In this world, the only person you can completely trust and rely on is yourself.’ It’ll be the same for your future. You must be strong to protect yourself. Your mother and I can only hope that you live happily.”
“Father…” Tears streamed down Tang Wulin’s face akin to rain. His body shivered violently as he watched his parents’ unusually calm expressions.
The silver dragon scale that contained the Ice God’s Pearl on his chest emitted layers of icy cold aura into his body continuously. Yet, it was incapable of suppressing his emotional fluctuations at present.
“Wulin, don’t be sad. There are two things we need to tell you before we leave. You must listen closely for it’s extremely crucial.” Tang Ziran’s voice suddenly turned serious. Perhaps, it was because he was about to leave this world. A formless overbearingness appeared over his body at present.
Tang Wulin was suppressing his sorrow. “Father…”