But they truly hadn’t expected that soone at Wang Xiu’s Realm could wield a Holy Artifact with such terrifying power.
Under the blessing of the Golden Book, the sword’s power surged. Its lethal force was overwhelming as the sword-light transford into a sky-filling Blood Sea, simultaneously striking at the remaining five Ergence Stage Great Abilities.
"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR—"
The Blood Sea surged forth, monstrous Pig Spirits blotting out the sun. They advanced like a thundering army of thousands, their killing aura flooding the battlefield.
Stunned, the Holy Envoy rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things. What the hell? Why are there so many pigs?
"That sword is a weapon of slaughter, nurturing fierce spirits within. Are those actually Pig Spirits? How can Pig Spirits kill people?"
"Damn it! Wang Xiu’s intentions are malicious! If we die by this sword, we won’t be able to rest in peace!"
"..."
The experts were both shocked and angered. Feeling humiliated, they unleashed their full arsenal of techniques and charged into the Blood Sea. They were incredibly powerful, with staggering Cultivation Levels, and every move they made held world-destroying power. Demon Patterns erged on their skin, amplifying their combat prowess; even among their peers, their strength was extraordinary. This wasn’t rely due to their talent, but also a reward for pledging their loyalty to the Demon Race. It gave them the capital to stand shoulder to shoulder with the most monstrous of prodigies.
They attacked as one, their blades rising and falling amidst a sky full of runes. A single casual strike could shatter several Pig Spirits.
"Hah, re Pig Spirits dare try to kill us?"
"He’s treating us like we’re nothing!"
"When we capture this brat, leave him to ! I’ll torture him for three days and three nights!"
Their confidence soared, and they grew more valiant as they fought. Advancing deep into the Blood Sea, their divine light intensified, forming blazing suns around them. Wherever they passed, countless Pig Spirits were annihilated.
The Holy Envoy, wielding a massive Scythe, got lost in the thrill of the slaughter.
Suddenly, from within the Blood Sea, a peerlessly elegant woman in red with skin whiter than snow charged forth, riding atop a Pig Spirit. Her presence was magnificent.
"A Sword Spirit?"
The Holy Envoy felt a chill, then sneered, "A Sword Spirit riding a pig? What’s there to fear!"
He failed to notice that this Pig Spirit was different from the others. The ferocity in its eyes seed inherited from ancient tis, making it resemble a fierce deity. He lifted his Scythe and swept it across, intending to eliminate it just like all the other Pig Spirits.
CLANG!
A trendous noise erupted, and the Holy Envoy was sent flying for hundreds of miles. He was dumbfounded, looking down at his Scythe in confusion.
What’s going on? How could my Scythe not cut it?
"Kill!"
Nie Linglan’s black hair danced wildly, a heroic gleam on her beautiful face as she slapped the pig spirit’s flank.
The Pig Spirit shot forward, traversing the void. Its montum was terrifying, dragging the entire Blood Sea along with it. The sheer killing intent was enough to make the Holy Envoy’s head spin.
"This is bad! This damn thing isn’t a pig!" he roared, finally realizing the truth. His eyes were nearly bursting with rage as he almost leaped into the air with frustration.
That Wang Xiu... how sinister! He actually hid a true Qiong Qi spirit among a group of pigs! A wolf in sheep’s clothing!
BOOM!
The soul of the Qiong Qi collided with him like a Divine Mountain, slamming into the Holy Envoy. Nie Linglan seized the opportunity to attack.
Her red dress billowing, she transford into a female Asura. With a raise of her hand, she flung down ten thousand strands of sword energy, piercing through the Holy Envoy’s body. His flesh cracked, rays of spiritual light shooting out from the fissures. His face went pale, and he vomited blood incessantly as he plumted from the sky to the earth below.
His aura instantly weakened.
"Holy Envoy!"
The remaining Ergence Stage experts froze, completely baffled. How could soone be critically injured by a Pig Spirit?
"Be careful! That’s not a pig, it’s a Qiong Qi!" the Holy Envoy roared with all his remaining strength, his body shattered.
They heard him, but it was too late. Nie Linglan, riding the Qiong Qi spirit, was already upon them. With a fierce roar, the beast sent them scattering. The Blood Sea then reford into a sky-blotting barrage of sword energy, leaving them with no place to hide. Their physical bodies were torn apart, and their flesh and blood were devoured by the Blood Sea one by one.
CLANG!
Clad in Dragon Armor and radiating golden light, Wang Xiu stood atop the Blood Sea like a divine king. With the Holy Sword in hand and his black hair flying wildly, his aura was powerful beyond asure.
The Blood Sea surged beneath his feet.
Nie Linglan, a peerless beauty like a fairy among flowers, followed by his side in her red dress. Beneath her, the spirit of an ancient, ferocious Qiong Qi crouched submissively.
This scene froze in ti, becoming the final, breathtaking sight of the Ergence Stage experts’ lives.
***
"What a bunch of trash!"
High above the peaks, two figures appeared without a sound, watching the scene unfold. It was Shi Ming and his martial sister. At this mont, Shi Ming was draped in armor covered with Demon Patterns, his face a horrifying mask of Demon Seals. He was completely unrecognizable.
His lips were a dark violet, his gaze icy as he stared into the distance. "A group of them couldn’t even stop a brat who just entered the Nascent Soul Stage!"
"He’s not an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator," said the pupil-less woman. Despite having no pupils, she seed to see the scenes with perfect clarity, her face paling slightly in alarm. "A Twelve-color Nascent Soul is a thing of legend, so rare it’s considered extinct in the ancient texts. An ordinary person couldn’t possibly stand against him."
"That’s exactly why he must die today!" Shi Ming’s voice was cold. A Demon Seal materialized in his hand, and he crushed it.
In that instant, far away on the battlefield, the bodies and Primordial Spirits of all the demonic cultivators—those in the Golden Core Realm, the Nascent Soul Realm, and even the few remaining Ergence Stage experts—erupted with a terrifying light. The entire void twisted around them.
"Not good! They’re going to self-destruct!" Wang Xiu’s expression changed. This was no ordinary self-destruction. A chanism had been planted inside them, designed to detonate at a critical mont. The explosion would unleash imnse power, far surpassing their peak combat strength.
The simultaneous self-destruction of so many experts would unleash an unimaginable level of destructive force. Even the king of a pure-blooded ancient behemoth race would face certain death, unless they possessed an incredibly powerful life-saving technique.
"Young Master!" Nie Linglan cried out, her expression changing in alarm.
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