Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 128: Facing the Moon and Wind

Tonight, the moonlight was dim.

Tonight, the wind carried a growing chill.

A fine autumn drizzle drifted down from the sky, drop by drop.

But it could not wash away the darkness of the night.

This darkness was steeped in blood. The Magus World was forever marked by such bloodstained nights.

Outside, the chaotic sounds of fighting filled the air. It seemed as though skirmishes were breaking out in every corner of the city.

This was a night of chaotic battles, where no one could remain uninvolved.

Anyone in the Magus World could never truly step outside of it—not even those who claimed to retire with a "golden basin handwashing ceremony."

Waiting in Tension

"How much longer are you going to wait?"

Alex’s tone betrayed his impatience.

His impatience stemmed from unease.

And it wasn’t just him—Esdeath and Ramond were equally unsettled.

Outside, the sounds of screams echoed through the air. Among them, they heard voices that were all too familiar. Each scream raised a terrifying question: had another ally fallen? Was death claiming more of their people?

They didn’t know for sure. But they did know that if they waited any longer, they might face even greater danger if the person from the Heavenly Demon Clan showed up.

Whether or not that person would arrive tonight, they couldn’t afford to gamble their lives on it. Why not take advantage of the moment and eliminate Nathan first?

But Nathan remained perched on the courtyard wall, observing from a distance.

He refused to step into the courtyard, and they didn’t dare to step out.

And so, the two sides remained locked in a tense stalemate.

A City Awash in Blood

As the night deepened, the screams grew more frequent.

The blood spilled in this city tonight was pooling higher and higher.

On the courtyard wall, the man in purple robes suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze brightened as a faint smile appeared on his cold and chiseled face.

"He’s here."

As Nathan’s words faded, a figure hurtled through the courtyard gates.

A Deadly Arrival

Ramond’s expression sharpened as he roared, his blade flashing into action.

"Clang!"

The glint of the blade split the air, and a head fell to the ground.

But it was the head of a corpse—a member of the Overseas Alliance, already dead.

"Who’s there?"

Ramond’s eyes narrowed, veins bulging on the hand gripping his blade.

Beside him, Esdeath and Alex instinctively took half a step back.

Because by this time, another figure had appeared in the courtyard.

He wore black from head to toe: black clothes, black gloves, and wielded a black blade.

He seemed to blend entirely into the darkness of the night.

But his eyes—they shone brightly, fiercely.

No one had noticed when he arrived, yet his presence bore down on everyone in the courtyard with overwhelming pressure.

The Demon Arrives

Everyone present had seen his portrait before.

The Demon Child—Aizen.

The title "Demon Child" was bestowed upon him by the imperial court when he first entered the People’s List.

Such titles carried weight. The imperial court didn’t hand out names with the word "Demon" lightly.

Yet this man had earned such a title.

Why? What deeds, what abilities had merited such a name?

Nathan’s lips curled into a deeper smile as he addressed him.

"You haven’t let me down."

The man on the courtyard wall descended gracefully, as if he weighed no more than a feather. His movements were masterful, gliding down without stirring a speck of dust.

In his hand, he now held the massive five-foot-long iron mace.

"You’re far too arrogant, far too conceited! Did you really think that the three elites of the Overseas Alliance were pushovers? Hahaha..."

Alex suddenly burst into laughter.

He laughed out of anger. Out of humiliation.

Because from the beginning, Nathan hadn’t even glanced at the three of them, treating them as though they were invisible, as though they were already dead.

That feeling of being disregarded was unbearable.

Even Ramond snorted coldly in disdain.

A Formation Unleashed

Suddenly, the ground in the courtyard trembled. Trees and decorative rock formations began to shift, moving to new positions as though they had come alive.

It was subtle but undeniable—the magnetic field of the environment seemed to have undergone a peculiar change.

In an instant, the figures of Ramond, Esdeath, and Alex vanished behind a series of decorative rocks, disappearing from sight.

"A Qimen Formation?"

Aizen’s sharp eyes flickered with surprise.

"You mean you didn’t notice?"

Nathan seemed equally taken aback, though for a different reason. He was surprised that Jiang Cheng hadn’t recognized the formation laid out in the courtyard.

"No."

Aizen’s reply was brief and cold.

His hand, already resting on the hilt of his blade when he entered, now gripped it even tighter.

Nathan fell silent. If Aizen truly didn’t understand formations, all the better—it would only work in his favor if Aizen suffered injuries during this battle.

Before meeting Aizen, Nathan had thought of him only as a hypothetical opponent—a name to neither underestimate nor overestimate.

But now, after facing him in person, the sheer pressure emanating from this man began to shift Nathan’s confidence. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

This was an unquestionably dangerous individual.

The Blade Unleashed

"Shing!"

Aizen’s blade suddenly left its sheath.

The blade’s glint flashed through the air as he unleashed the Moon Meets the Wind technique from the Demonic Blade Style.

His figure shot forward with astonishing speed.

As he moved, a crimson blade materialized beside him, slashing downward.

The strike met only empty air.

Aizen had already darted a full 10 Meters away. The ground beneath him bore two long scuffs where his feet had scraped during his movement—a display of his incredible agility, as though the distance had shrunk under his steps.

And then, his blade swept out.

Its target was a flowering tree.

There was no one behind the tree.

But just as Aizen’s blade sliced through, a figure emerged—one who seemed as though he had always been standing there, as though the tree had never moved at all.

It was Alex.

For a fleeting moment, disbelief flashed across Alex’s eyes.

But he had no time for shock or hesitation. With a furious roar, he stepped forward and struck with his fist.

Alex’s Counterattack

A domineering aura erupted from Alex’s body as his punch slammed forward with the force of a spear.

The earth beneath him trembled violently, as if it might collapse.

As a disciple of the Dominating Fist Clan, every strike he unleashed brimmed with overwhelming might and authority.

His internal energy surged through his fist, transforming it into a spear-like thrust aimed at the side of Aizen’s blade.

At the same time, his body shifted, and his other fist followed like a ferocious tiger leaping from the mountains, aimed directly at Aizen’s chest.

The speed and ferocity of these two punches were astonishing.

Even the mere shockwaves from his strikes carried an oppressive force, suffocating anyone who felt them.

The Hidden Moon

But in that instant, Aizen’s blade changed.

"The moon meets the wind, the wind stirs the clouds, the clouds obscure the moon."

In a blink, Aizen’s blade disappeared.

Alex’s first punch, aimed at the blade, struck only air.

His second punch, on course to strike Aizen’s chest, seemed inevitable.

But then—the clouds parted, revealing the hidden moon.

The fog cleared, and the blade reappeared, gleaming like the moon breaking free of the clouds.

This was the moment of death.

Aizen’s curved blade sliced through the air, its movement as swift and relentless as a rainstorm. In the span of a breath, he unleashed over a dozen strikes, raining them down on Alex like a tempest.

The sound of the blade’s rapid movements combined into a single, deafening roar, like an explosion.

It was as though the obscured moon had suddenly poured its silver light across the earth, flooding everything in its path.

This was Aizen’s killing technique, an expression of the true essence of the Demonic Blade Style.