"Kill!"
Earth-shattering war cries surged toward Xiao Mo.
Yet Xiao Mo rely gave them a faint glance.
In that instant, nine strange Dao patterns appeared in his eyes.
Within the tide of people, so Cultivators who noticed his gaze began to lose control of their bodies.
"What are you doing?!"
"AHH!"
"Are you insane?!"
"Why are you killing ?!"
"Stop!"
"Stop it, now!"
Among the thirty thousand Cultivators, more and more fell under the control of Xiao Mo’s Pupil Technique, turning to slash their sabers at their comrades.
In just two breaths, pair after pair of blood-red eyes opened once more in the sky above.
Anyone who was watched by those blood-red eyes beca Xiao Mo’s Puppets, raising their butcher knives against their companions.
"Xiao Mo, I’d like to see how long you can last!"
Tang Beifeng was furious.
’He never would have imagined that Xiao Mo had not only cultivated the Blood Demon Saber Technique to such a Realm, but had also completely mastered the Illusory Heaven Technique. But both of these Cultivation Techniques placed an imnse burden on the physical body and the Divine Soul. He would see for himself just how long Xiao Mo could last while using both the Blood Demon Saber Technique and the Illusory Heaven Technique at the sa ti!’
Tang Beifeng and the other eight Ascension Realm Cultivators coordinated with one another, doing their best to avoid being picked off by Xiao Mo one by one.
Soon, the nine of them swiftly ford an Array, each taking a position as their Spiritual Power linked together, forming a single entity.
The power of nine people converged, creating a massive vortex of Spiritual Power that trapped Xiao Mo at its center.
Once the formation was complete, even the air seed to freeze.
Xiao Mo felt his body being sealed by an invisible force, and his movents seed to slow slightly.
He frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the nine Cultivators in the Array before finally landing on the slightly weaker Sect Leader of the White Jade Sect, Zhong Dan.
"This Array is nothing special."
Xiao Mo slashed out with the Dyed Ink Blade in his hand. The Blood Evil Qi in his body surged out madly, rging with the Sword Qi to form a Sword Gang that shot toward the heavens.
Xiao Mo struck directly at Zhong Dan’s position.
Wherever the Sword Gang passed, space itself was rent apart, revealing the void and emitting a piercing shriek.
Zhong Dan’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly mobilized all the Spiritual Power in his body to defend himself.
The other eight also acted at the sa ti, continuously pouring their Spiritual Power into the Array in an attempt to stabilize it.
"BOOM!"
As a huge explosion erupted, Zhong Dan let out a muffled groan. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was deathly pale.
"Hold steady!" Tang Beifeng bellowed, forming a Sealing Technique with his hands and sending a powerful stream of Spiritual Power into the Array.
But at that mont, Xiao Mo suddenly changed his attack.
His figure flickered. Before the Sword Gang had even dissipated, he used the recoil to charge toward the Sect Leader of the West Dream Sect, Jiang Huan, on the other side.
This unexpected strike caught all nine of them off guard.
Jiang Huan scrambled to respond. He had just raised the longsword in his hand when the Dyed Ink Blade, carrying a fierce Sword Qi, was already slashing down before him.
He barely managed to block the blow, but the impact tore open the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, and the longsword was nearly knocked from his grasp.
"Watch out for his Illusory Heaven Technique!"
Tang Beifeng, the Sect Leader of the Emperor Beast Sect, shouted a warning.
But it was too late.
The nine Dao patterns in Xiao Mo’s eyes spun rapidly. Jiang Huan felt his head swim, and the scene before him suddenly distorted.
In the instant he was dazed, Xiao Mo’s blade had already sliced across his chest.
"PFFT!"
Jiang Huan spat out a mouthful of blood. A wound so deep the bone was visible appeared on his chest, and his entire body was sent flying backward, smashing heavily against a pillar of blood.
Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Mo swung the Dyed Ink Blade again and again.
Black Sword Qi rained down like a torrential storm, forcing the remaining eight to retreat repeatedly. The Array could no longer be maintained.
The sixth form of the Blood Demon Saber Technique—Blood Sea.
With Xiao Mo at the center, Blood Evil Qi spread out in all directions like a tsunami.
The crimson waves blotted out the sky. Wherever they passed, Cultivators with lower Cultivation levels were instantly turned into a mist of blood, not even having ti to scream.
As thousands of Cultivators died, the Blood Qi grew even denser, and the air itself beca thick with the stench of blood.
The eight n, led by Tang Beifeng, were all injured, their expressions dazed.
’They couldn’t believe this was real. Nine Ascension Realm masters like themselves hadn’t gained the slightest advantage against Xiao Mo. They were even being completely suppressed by him!’
"That should be enough."
Xiao Mo glanced at them coldly.
He raised the Dyed Ink Blade again.
The bloody light on the Dyed Ink Blade grew even more intense, as Blood Evil Qi continuously condensed upon its body.
At the sa ti, from within the Blood Prison, chain after chain shot out to bind the tens of thousands of Cultivators!
The world was reduced to black and white; only the long blade in Xiao Mo’s hand remained a stark, bloody red.
"Not good! Run!"
’How could Tang Beifeng not recognize this? It was the most "overbearing" move of the Blood Demon Saber Technique—the Heaven-Opening form! Tang Beifeng’s Dao Heart was screaming at him—he had to leave!’
The other eight Sect Leaders of the Demon Sects clenched their fists, extrely unwilling to accept this.
’If they could just kill him, they could carve up everything the Wandao Sect possessed! Their opponent was rely in the Immortal Realm, at most wielding an Immortal Soldier—and an Immortal Soldier that didn’t even have an Artifact Spirit at that! But now, they were being held back by a re upstart!’
"Go!" The Sect Leaders of the Demon Sects no longer hesitated and could only flee.
Seeing their own Sect Leaders fleeing for their lives, how could the disciples of these nine Sects possibly have the will to continue fighting?
Watching the Cultivators scatter in a chaotic swarm, wishing they could run even faster, Xiao Mo slashed out with his blade.
A single slash shattered the Sand Clone of Wei Han, Sect Leader of the Desert Wind Sect.
The Light Spear of Yun Mochen, Sect Leader of the Tianqi Sect, was split in half.
The phantom of the giant beast behind Tang Beifeng, Sect Leader of the Emperor Beast Sect, was torn to shreds...
The eight of them were heavily injured one after another, their robes stained red with blood.
They shot a vicious glare back at Xiao Mo before continuing to flee.
Xiao Mo stood atop the mountain peak, coldly watching it all. Blood slid down his right hand, flowed along the long blade "Dyed Ink," and finally dripped onto the ground.
He did not give chase. He no longer had the strength to.
When the last person had vanished over the horizon, Xiao Mo took a deep breath, used his blade to support himself, and slowly sat down on the summit.
Blood stread continuously from the corner of his mouth, staining the front of his robes red.
At this mont, Xiao Mo had also nearly reached his limit.
Xiao Mo looked down and around him. He saw bodies littering the ground and rivers of blood flowing, staining the earth red.
Just as Xiao Mo’s consciousness began to fade, his eyes slowly closed, and his body was about to slump forward, a fragrant scent drifted past his nose.
Imdiately after, Xiao Mo felt a soft warmth against his cheek.
Si Li was kneeling in front of him, cradling his head in her soft embrace.
She looked at Xiao Mo’s tattered black clothes, stained with filth and blood. His right hand, still gripping the long blade, trembled uncontrollably as blood dripped from it without stopping.
Si Li pressed her thin lips together tightly, her eyes misty with tears, as if she might start crying at any mont.
Si Li had witnessed the entire process of Xiao Mo fighting the Nine Great Demon Sects.
’Several tis, she had wanted to help. But she knew even better that with her strength, going to the battlefield would only be a hindrance.’
"How are things?" Xiao Mo asked Si Li, his scorching breath brushing against her Zishan Snow Sea.
"The Nine Great Demon Sects have all left and won’t dare to return. The Punishnt Hall’s Hall Master and the others are already leading the remaining Wandao Sect disciples to guard the Sect’s various entrances.
Junior Sister Yu is currently overseeing the situation, personally suppressing so of the Cultivators with ill intentions.
Also, the Sect Protection Array will be operational this afternoon."
Si Li reported truthfully.
"Mm," Xiao Mo responded. "You’ve worked hard."
"You are the one who has worked hard, Young Master..." Si Li’s voice trembled slightly.
’Si Li was used to seeing Xiao Mo’s powerful side. Seeing him now, as weak as a small child, her heart ached for him, and she wished she could just pull him into her very bones to love and care for him.’
"Si Li, there are two things I need you to do," Xiao Mo said.
"Please speak, Young Master," Si Li said softly. "I am willing to do anything for you."
"I read in a book that the Blood Demon Flowers of the Western Regions grow easily in soil soaked with fresh blood. Go and dispose of these bodies, then sow the seeds of the Blood Demon Flower here."
"Yes, Young Master. I will rember," Si Li nodded.
"The second thing."
Xiao Mo paused before speaking.
"If I die one day, tell Yun Wei to bury here."
"You won’t die, Young Master!"
"Everyone dies."
Xiao Mo shook his head, straightened up from Si Li’s embrace, and looked down the mountain.
"I want to be buried in this sea of Blood Demon Flowers, to watch them bloom."
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