Azure Tide Sword Technique

When he recalled the excruciating pain he endured when he stabbed his nails into the corpse, as he obviously did not want to experience the same torment again, he hesitated.

After all, it engraved a deep trauma on him.

However, without the need for the mysterious voice to remind him, taking such a difficult challenge in exchange for power, Lu Zheng resolutely decided to take it.

He gazed at his hand and was surprised to see the sharp nails protruding out.

It was not like this before, as though it had just recently extended and sharpened.

It must have something to do with the mysterious voice.

He was about to admit the mysterious voice was his benefactor, but he quickly shook those thoughts away.

After all, how would he be able to have another benefactor when he had just been betrayed?

He would be crazy to trust again.

However, he had no choice.

He could only put trust in the mysterious voice, mysteriously appearing inside his body.

Hence, he slowly walked to another corpse and discovered his lacerated neck, where he cut it with a low-quality dagger.

He squatted beside him, taking a deep breath, as he stabbed his nails with a solemn countenance.

His heart palpitated, and he was sweating with bullets, facing the terror, slowly swallowing him after knowing the amount of pain that would devour him.

As expected, the wave of enormous torment consumed him, and he almost screamed in pain.

However, he had to hold back. He had to restrain his voice from alerting the person inside, so he covered his mouth with his other hand.

Veins began to pop up on his hand, slowly slithering until his whole body, even his face, as it pulsated, becoming bigger and bigger.

Lu Zheng accidentally saw it and was horrified, almost pulling his nails away from the corpse's arm.

He managed to hold back, watching the veins becoming bigger helplessly.

Fortunately, it halted, but it still continued to pulse.

At the same time, he felt power overflowing inside him.

He wanted to test it, imagining even himself punching the wall not far from him, creating a crack that slithered above.

He felt it was domineering, as though he was invincible under the heavens, deluding himself he could take down even the head of the Scorching Blade Clan.

At this moment, he believed he could incur a massacre of an entire clan, finally exacting revenge.

As he thought of it, killing intent began to swallow his mind, his pupils becoming thinner and redder than before, appearing bloodthirsty.

Now, he appeared no more than different than a predatorial beast, more or less becoming the same appearance of the mysterious voice.

The mysterious voice, on the other hand, was amused by the change happening to Lu Zheng.

However, he closed his eyes, and a sigh echoed in the tranquil, eerie place.

He mumbled, "It appeared the tiny bit of my power overwhelms him. He is already losing control. He is really not suitable to practice my Blood Sovereign Spear Arts."

The mysterious voice felt it was a pity, but there was nothing he could do.

Unless Lu Zheng could control it.

The mysterious voice's crimson eyes watched another point of view, where it showed Lu Zheng's face as he closed his eyes, and his face was swallowed by the dark.

It was unknown what he was thinking or even doing.

When it appeared again, a sigh echoed as he raised his emaciated arm and pointed his gaunt index finger with a yellow nail to the screen.

Suddenly, there was a red string of light piercing through Lu Zheng's brain, and his facial expression slowly loosened.

He did not appear blood-thirsty before, and his thin, crimson eyes slowly expanded, but the color remained.

He appeared to have recovered his senses, having his face painted in shock.

Suddenly, he saw something in his peripheral vision, almost believing there was an eyeball watching him close when he slid his vision and saw nothing there.

He was terrified for a moment before believing he was still deranged.

After all, he still could remember himself laughing in madness, thinking about annihilating the Scorching Blade Clan.

Now that he regained his consciousness, he slowly scrutinized the changes on his body when he discovered that he had indeed become powerful.

Much more powerful than his previous state, where he could kill two guards swiftly, under the effects of the pills he received from the dead man inside.

However, he still recalled his body, which had lost into extreme madness, fighting against the dead man like a beast who lost his reasoning.

He knew how powerful the dead man was inside.

Probably, he would not be able to defeat him.

Yet, he had long considered the man dead, calling him dead-man, so what was the point of being depressed by the probability?

He closed and opened his hand, familiarizing the power he gained to a certain degree.

When he discerned he had an idea about the power he currently held, he looked away and swept his eyes to the corpse until his weapon.

He walked towards the blade and grasped the hilt, inspecting it.

He held it with two hands and took a stance, slashing the sword vertically.

It was a simple stance, performing the same movements.

Currently, Lu Zheng possessed a sword technique, which was the Azure Tide Sword Technique, but it was incomplete.

As an external disciple, he could only practice the first stance out of the six stances.

The first stance three techniques, which were Wave Surge, Cresting Blade, and Tide's Ascent, all focused on upward movements and strikes, as it differed Azure Tide Sword Technique to others.

Of course, it was because the name of the first stance was Rising Wave Stance.

Everyone in the clan knew that the complete stance was inside the treasury of the clan, as the Sect Master was the only person who cultivated the complete manual.

Regardless, the location of the treasury remained unknown, except it was underground.

If it was not for her mother accidentally revealing the place of the treasury and how to activate it, he would not have been able to open the treasury.

Now that he had the blade, he could fight the dead man inside with the sword technique; it elevated the chances of him winning, at the very least.

However, his enemy surely must have a trump card, so he had to be careful.

His approach must be met with extreme meticulousness.

So, without wasting any more time, Lu Zheng sauntered inside the treasury, wanting to be as silent as possible.