One could see its front half was also gradually fading away. This greatly disappointed the Langhuan Saint. "Is Central Earth trying to break our agreent? To foolishly transfer such precious national fate to soone else is simply outrageous! If such a Central Earth cannot serve , then it's ti for a change in dynasty!"
His tone was indifferent, as if changing a dynasty was as simple to him as eating or drinking. With a flick of his arm, the sacred decree scroll ignited without any fla.
The Five-clawed Golden Dragon let out a mournful cry as it burned, giving off trails of white smoke. But the smoke did not rise. Instead, it sank, drifting down into the deep, dark staircase that extended ever downward behind the bronze door.
Sothing seed to be breathing deeply in the chasm below. As It absorbed the wisps of white smoke, a profound sigh echoed faintly from the depths.
"Awakening from a great dream, I find the mortal realm has changed its colors once more. What year is it now?"
The Langhuan Saint prostrated himself on the ground, bowing his head in worship as he respectfully reported, "Reporting to the Blood Ancestor..." He then detailed the current year and all the recent events.
Upon learning that the national fate was to be transferred to Long Tianji, the mysterious being called the Blood Ancestor fell silent for a mont before speaking slowly. "Take my Asura Sword and slay that insignificant ant, Long Tianji. Then bring back the current Jade Seal of Central Earth."
After speaking, It exhaled a sanguine wisp of air, thick with the scent of blood, toward the Langhuan Saint.
"Yes!"
The Langhuan Saint was overjoyed as he felt a surge of vigorous life force. He knew this ant he could finally leave the Holy Land and enter the human world. Wasting no more ti, he held his hands upward as if receiving sothing. A mont later, a sinister longsword, interwoven with black and crimson, materialized in his grasp. He imdiately took flight, soaring into the sky with the sword in hand.
The bronze door slowly opened and then closed again. The Langhuan Saint's figure circled a few tis in the sky above the Holy Land, alerting everyone within.
"The Saint has actually erged from seclusion!"
"We greet the Saint!"
"The Saint is invincible!"
Everyone knelt and kowtowed in unison with fanatical loyalty.
The Langhuan Saint said nothing more. He didn't even need the teleportation array; he simply tore open a rift in space with a single slash of his sword and dove inside.
The next mont, he erged on the surface of the human world. He wore an intoxicated expression as he basked in the warm sunlight and fresh air. He gazed at the nearest town in the distance, sensing the multitude of vibrant lives within.
"After so many years without a harvest, the quantity of blood-food is quite impressive! Heh heh heh..."
The Langhuan Saint's face was a mask of satisfaction and greed. Aided by the Asura Sword, he continued his flight.
Soon, he arrived above the town.
"I love this vitality!" he exclaid, swallowing audibly, no longer able to restrain himself.
A flash of sword light swept through. Everyone in town, no matter what they were doing, froze in place as if ti had stopped. A few seconds later, everyone except for the elderly and the children collapsed without a sound.
Witnessing such a horrific, inhuman scene, the surviving elderly and children instantly broke down.
"No!"
"Why is this happening?!"
"AAAAHHH!"
As the Langhuan Saint flew on, he left a trail of mass death in his wake. His actions imdiately alard the higher-ups, even reaching the capital.
"What?!"
Yan Qinghe and the others were shocked, furious, and grief-stricken. The Langhuan Saint didn't even bother to conceal his form, so a satellite quickly spotted him. Seeing his face, which looked to be only in its thirties or forties, Yan Qinghe and the others' expressions changed drastically. They blurted out, "The Langhuan Saint!"
"Decades have passed! How is he still so young?"
"How could he break his promise and slaughter the innocent again?"
"Monster! He's a monster!"
"Quick, get State Preceptor Long! We must stop him from killing anyone else!"
However, when they urgently tried to contact Long Tianji, they couldn't get through at all.
"That damned fellow! He's the State Preceptor now, how can he still be so unreliable?"
Rage and disappointnt washed over them.
They then contacted Xiao Xuanye.
"What? State Preceptor Long has engaged a powerful enemy in battle? How can it be such a coincidence? Damn it!" Yan Qinghe exclaid. He and the others were frantic.
When Xiao Xuanye learned from them that the Langhuan Saint had appeared and was on a killing spree, his gaze hardened. He imdiately rushed in Lin Tang's direction to report the urgent situation.
「anwhile.」
Above a city, the Langhuan Saint gazed down at the densely packed population below, his expression one of joyful madness. He was just about to continue his murderous work. The people below were utterly oblivious, completely unaware that death was but a mont away.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, the Asura Sword in the Langhuan Saint's hand jerked and flew out of his control, speeding off in the direction of the Heavenly chanism Martial Alliance.
"What's going on?" the Langhuan Saint asked, astonished. He quickly tried to communicate with the sword and learned that it had sensed Long Tianji's location from thousands of miles away.
"Oh? Soone from another Holy Land wants to harvest Long Tianji's life before I can? That won't do. The fruit that is Long Tianji can only be plucked by !"
With a cold shout, the Langhuan Saint commanded, "Open!"
The Asura Sword once again ripped open a rift in space. He and the sword plunged through it together. The next mont, he had crossed thousands of kiloters, arriving near Lin Tang and the Fu Sheng Saint.
Seeing Lin Tang's face get blasted away by the Fu Sheng Saint's lion roar, the Langhuan Saint cried out urgently, "Stop! He's mine!"
"Hm?" The Fu Sheng Saint glanced over. "So it's you... You dare to stop ?"
He had never taken the Langhuan Saint seriously. After all, he could visit the human world from ti to ti under his own power, while the Langhuan Saint could only cower at the bronze door, barely clinging to life. The difference between them was obvious.
However, when the Fu Sheng Saint saw the Asura Sword in the Langhuan Saint's hand, his calm vanished.
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