"With the power of your ancestors, offer your final glory!" the Grand Elder roared with laughter.
In an instant.
The treasure pearl transford into a Blood Pearl!
A force so terrifying it startled even Ning Qi was being nurtured within. Ning Qi’s eyes glead with golden light as he attempted to see through its essence. He witnessed the Power of Heaven and Earth converging and condensing within in a unique way.
"Could this be... the power of the Martial Saint? Is it the long-lost Martial Saint Secret Treasure as rumored?" Ning Qi couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitent in his heart.
Information about the Martial Saint was extrely scarce, but the Martial Saint Secret Treasures were among the few remnants. It was rumored that Martial Saints possessed powerful secret treasures, vastly different from the weapons used by ordinary martial artists. These treasures had formidable potency, far beyond the so-called divine weapons.
Yet, with the disappearance of the Martial Saints, those powerful treasures were also lost—unexpectedly reappearing now.
"Surely the Demon Sect has deep roots."
While marveling, Ning Qi ford a plan in his mind.
He utilized Sword Qi to intercept the blood mist power gathering from all directions, but discovered that although the blood mist was blocked, so intrinsic force within couldn’t be stopped.
The power within the Blood Pearl grew increasingly abundant.
He operated his golden pupils with full strength, suppressing the Blood Demon while rapidly contemplating:
"This secret treasure is extraordinary. It’s not just about condensing the Power of Heaven and Earth; it requires a critical dium. There’s sothing unusual in the blood of those servants. The Demon Sect raised them here not rely for enjoynt but likely more for this secret treasure!"
"Since it can’t be stopped, why not go along and let it form? I’ve been pursuing the Martial Saint Realm without success; perhaps if I can obtain and study this, the Martial Saint Realm is within reach."
"However, this needs to be carefully managed."
The thought flashed, and Ning Qi waved his sleeve. Hundreds of Celestial Swords descended, all transforming into Sword Qi. The initially waning Sword Qi surged again, severing three arms of the Blood Demon cleanly.
At the sa ti, Ning Qi fully operated his golden pupils, quietly observing the trajectory of the secret treasure’s operation. Rays of Spiritual Light rose, continuously analyzing possibilities to finally approach the correct path.
Xiang Tianxing spat blood, his face pale, urgently shouting in anger:
"Why not quickly sacrifice yourselves to beco demons!"
The remaining dozen Demon Sect Celestial Beings felt grief, but what choice did they have? Glory shared, loss shared. They glanced at the Grand Elder still urging the secret treasure and resolved to contribute rather than die in vain. The Holy Sect would surely not neglect their descendants.
Three Celestial Beings stepped forward.
"Senior Tianjian, we will never share the sa sky with you!"
An angry roar rang out as the three Celestial Beings’ flesh rged into the Blood Demon. The previously severed three arms regrew, blood light perated, blocking waves of Sword Qi.
Ning Qi raised an eyebrow, sensing an imperceptible fluctuation in the Grand Elder’s aura, and waved his hand calmly again.
Another two hundred Celestial Swords descended, an unsustainable burst with terrifying might.
Xiang Tianxing was shocked.
But this ti, before he could shout, another four Celestial Human Realm mbers went bravely to their deaths.
"Senior Tianjian, you will die a terrible death!"
The Blood Demon’s power surged again. This ti, the few Celestial Human Realm mbers were strong enough to slightly suppress the Sword Qi.
Yet Ning Qi remained calm.
Another three hundred Celestial Swords pressed down.
The few remaining from the Demon Sect were nearly in despair. They so hoped the Grand Elder could hurry, but the Grand Elder showed no signs of awakening.
"Vice Sect Leader, you must protect the Grand Elder!"
"Senior Tianjian, we’ll fight you!"
Each Celestial Human Realm mber cursed as they self-destructed, even the two young Demon Sect Saint Heirs were no exception. Ning Qi’s expression remained calm, though he felt sowhat peculiar. It seed as if he was the villain now.
He shook his head with a laugh, looking towards the only two remaining.
Xiang Tianxing and the Grand Elder.
At this mont.
Xiang Tianxing was already on the verge of collapse. The Blood Demon had been repeatedly wounded, and as the master of the formation, he had also suffered significant impact. Although the edge of the Celestial Swords had diminished greatly, he was alone now, unable to hold on. The Blood Demon was riddled with holes, unable to recover.
The remaining Celestial Swords pressed down.
Their formidable might almost drove him to despair.
Xiang Tianxing let out a bitter laugh, about to rge with the Blood Demon for one last effort.
A hand grasped him.
The Grand Elder, who had awoken without anyone knowing, held the Blood Pearl in one hand. Blood light illuminated his face, appearing not at all fierce but rather sowhat gentle, and he spoke softly:
"Tianxing, leave the rest to ."
Though his voice was low, anyone could hear the icy coldness within.
While urging the secret treasure, he wasn’t completely oblivious to the outside world. On the contrary, he was clearly aware. Each Celestial Being who died brought heartbreak.
At this mont, the Blood Pearl’s light was not complete.
But there was no choice.
The ti available to him was dwindling.
If Xiang Tianxing died too, then he truly would be left alone. Waiting any longer would be aningless—it was better to save a Celestial Being for the Holy Sect.
Xiang Tianxing nodded forcefully.
He glared at Ning Qi fiercely, like a child with a parent backing him up. He despised Ning Qi terribly, as this day beca the Demon Sect’s sorrow. One familiar fellow disciple after another died before his eyes—this old man was more terrifying than a demon.
He desperately hoped the Grand Elder could suppress the old man before him.
Upon hearing the Grand Elder’s response, Xiang Tianxing almost cried in joy, yet as he looked at the Blood Pearl, he couldn’t help showing a hint of worry. Even though he’d never seen it, he could tell it was incomplete.
The Grand Elder understood his thoughts and said lightly:
"To deal with him, it’s enough."
He looked at the countless sharp Celestial Swords, full of confidence.
His eyes held a proud intent—could others understand the power of the Martial Saint?
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