It was a grim, bone-chilling voice, as if it belonged to an evil ghost from the Nine Netherworld.
A wave of black energy emanated from the depths of the Sword Sect, from within its dreaded Forbidden Land.
The black qi, like a mass of dark thunderclouds, churned and roiled as it floated through the void, eventually arriving high above the Cyan Nether Main Peak.
Suspended in the void, the black cloud gradually roiled and condensed. Inside, streaks of blood-red light flashed and pulsed. A faint pressure began to emanate from the cloud, and for no apparent reason, sinister, cold winds began to whip through the world.
"Heh heh heh… Wang Jiankun, you are a great disappointnt to !"
A sinister voice echoed from within the black cloud.
In the void, the black cloud writhed, morphing like a ball of black dough.
A mont later, a humanoid figure completely shrouded in black mist appeared in mid-air.
His body was suffused with a layer of blood-colored light, like a series of bizarre runes spread across his pitch-black, misty form. These blood-red runes possessed an evil allure that made it difficult to look at them directly.
This was the Lord Owl that Wang Jiankun spoke of!
Wang Jiankun seed to fear this Lord Owl imnsely. He spoke respectfully, "Lord Owl, White Cloud Peak has recovered his strength. I am no match for him. I implore you, my lord, to help clean house."
"White Cloud Peak?"
Lord Owl started, then looked toward White Cloud Peak. The pair of blood-red pupils within the black mist contracted. "Hm? Isn't this the little fellow I injured and whose cultivation I sealed all those years ago? Tsk, tsk... to think you actually managed to break the restrictions of the Spirit Cultivation Lock. Not bad, not bad at all!"
"Lord Owl, he…"
Seeing Lord Owl treat White Cloud Peak with unexpected regard, Wang Jiankun quickly tried to speak.
But before he could finish his sentence, Lord Owl snorted coldly. "Do I need you to teach how to conduct my affairs?"
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Wang Jiankun, a mighty powerhouse at the Peak of the Primordial Core Realm, felt his very spirit tremble under Lord Owl's gaze. He stumbled back three or four steps before he could stop. His face turned deathly pale, and a trickle of crimson blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Hong Yu gasped.
He had witnessed the power of a Primordial Core Realm expert firsthand. Even with his body enhanced by the Fifth Transformation of the Eight Desolates Saint Slaying Technique, Hong Yu had the distinct feeling that Wang Jiankun could obliterate him with just thirty percent of his strength. Yet this very sa powerhouse had been internally wounded by a single glare.
'Just how powerful is this Lord Owl?'
White Cloud Peak took a deep breath. His gaze, fixed on Lord Owl, was filled with solemnity and a resentnt he could not hide.
Years ago, it was this very Lord Owl who had sealed his cultivation with a single, casual blow.
He had only just broken that seal recently.
His resentnt for Lord Owl ran incredibly deep, but the man's power was so imnse that White Cloud Peak didn't dare to openly reveal the fury and hatred in his heart.
Lord Owl's voice was sinister. "White Cloud Peak, since you were able to break the Spirit Cultivation Lock, you will have a chance to reach the Primordial Embryo Realm on your own in the future. You have far more potential than this Wang Jiankun. Are you willing to pledge your allegiance to ? If you just nod, I will have Wang Jiankun relinquish the title of Sect Leader to you. What do you say?"
"Lord Owl, you can't do that…"
Wang Jiankun's expression tightened.
"Get lost!"
The black qi around Lord Owl flashed, forming a chain of mist. With a sharp CRACK, it lashed out and struck Wang Jiankun.
"ARGH!"
Wang Jiankun was sent flying, hurtling five or six hundred ters through the air before he finally ca to a stop.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood. The clothes on his back had been torn to shreds, revealing a hideous, half-ter-long gash from which black energy swirled. In that single instant, his entire body was drenched in sweat, and his face contorted in agony.
Hong Yu saw White Cloud Peak's body tremble slightly and couldn't help but frown. 'Just who is this Lord Owl? Why is even a Primordial Core Realm expert completely powerless before him?'
Lord Owl looked at White Cloud Peak. "White Cloud Peak, are you willing to submit to ?"
Though his words were calm, they seed to make the very air solidify. It was easy to imagine that if White Cloud Peak were to refuse, his fate would be no better than Wang Jiankun's.
However…
White Cloud Peak just shook his head with a bitter smile. "I'm sorry, Lord Owl."
"What? Do you think you can underestimate my power simply because my true body is trapped in the Forbidden Land, unable to escape, and this is rely an avatar?" Blood-red light flickered in Lord Owl's eyes as an imnse pressure bore down, making the tens of thousands of people below feel an overwhelming urge to kneel in submission.
At this mont, the entire Cyan Nether Sword Sect was shrouded in Lord Owl's demonic might.
They desperately tried to muffle even the sound of their own breathing.
But Lord Owl's words still sent a chill through the hearts of countless people…
'This isn't even his true body? A re avatar is enough to sweep through the entire Cyan Nether Sword Sect?'
A single avatar, suspended in the air, held tens of thousands in terror.
Lord Owl's power was plain to see.
White Cloud Peak bore the brunt of the pressure. He felt it becoming difficult to even breathe, but he held his ground and said through gritted teeth, "When you slew my master with a single strike all those years ago, I learned just how formidable your thods are, Lord Owl. I know that even as a re avatar, you still possess the strength to kill ."
"Since you know this, why do you still refuse ? Or do you truly believe I'm not willing to kill you?" Lord Owl spoke flatly.
White Cloud Peak shook his head. His voice was calm, but anyone could hear the rage and hatred simring beneath. "My master treated like his own son. He raised and passed down the true teachings of the Sword Sect. I am already an unfilial disciple for being unable to kill my master's murderer and avenge him. How could I possibly pledge myself to his killer and beco a traitorous, unfilial wretch?"
"Hm?"
Blood-red light pulsed in the eyes of Lord Owl's avatar. He snorted. "Since you refuse to submit, what use is there in leaving you alive?"
The mont his voice fell…
The black mist around Lord Owl pulsed, and a Great Hand Seal composed entirely of black mist materialized in the air. The seal was twenty to thirty ters tall, large enough to crush a house with a casual grasp.
Surging with vast, black Demonic Qi, it pressed down on White Cloud Peak.
"BEGONE!"
White Cloud Peak roared in fury.
The Bladeless Heavy Sword in his hand slashed down abruptly. A cross-shaped beam of light took form, leaping through the void as it surged forward to et the attack.
"The Bright Cross Slash? The power of this strike is far greater than what your master could muster back then. A pity…"
Lord Owl snorted coldly.
The giant black hand continued its descent, and the brilliant cross-shaped sword light was instantly shattered on impact.
The black hand didn't slow or weaken in the slightest.
"BAM!"
As the palm descended, White Cloud Peak was struck as if by lightning. The Bladeless Heavy Sword was knocked from his grasp, and his body shot away like a cannonball. He carved a human-shaped trench through the ground, demolishing every wall and tree in his path.
"BOOM!"
White Cloud Peak's body smashed through a great hall over a hundred ters away. The entire building collapsed from the force of the impact, sending dust billowing everywhere.
"Master…!"
Hong Yu cried out. Just as he was about to rush forward, he heard White Cloud Peak's voice from within the ruins. "Stay back."
He had barely finished speaking when the black hand condensed by Lord Owl struck again, snatching the blood-soaked White Cloud Peak from the rubble.
The giant black hand clenched around White Cloud Peak. The mist composing Lord Owl's face roiled. "Submit… or die!"
"I'd rather die than submit!"
White Cloud Peak replied through gritted teeth, spitting out each word.
Lord Owl snorted. "If that's your wish, then I shall grant it!"
Another black ray condensed, poised to pierce through White Cloud Peak.
At the last possible second, a golden light flashed as the Golden Holy Dragon appeared in front of White Cloud Peak.
"PFFT!"
Blood splattered. The Golden Holy Dragon let out a pained cry as it plumted from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Lord Owl indifferently condensed another black ray and sent it hurtling toward White Cloud Peak.
Hong Yu's eyes were practically splitting with rage. "Xingtian, block it!"
"ROAR!"
Xingtian let out a low roar and charged forward.
"BANG!"
With the dull thud of a heavy collision, the black ray shattered, but the imnse force still sent Xingtian flying.
Xingtian slamd into the ground, gouging out a crater more than ten ters deep. Yet he stubbornly climbed out, staggering onward toward White Cloud Peak.
Even in death, he would carry out Hong Yu's command.
"Hm? What a strange being. A puppet? No, that's not it. What in the world is it?"
Lord Owl let out a sound of surprise.
A black palm materialized and reached for Xingtian.
"ROAR!"
A black light emanated from Xingtian's body as he pushed the Unjust Death Black Lotus to its absolute limit. Tens of thousands of black tendrils shot forth, plunging into the hand of Demonic Qi.
The Unjust Death Black Lotus was actually absorbing the Demonic Qi! Lord Owl roared, "Damnation! Get lost!"
A powerful force condensed in the void and, with a deafening BOOM, blasted Xingtian away once more.
"ROAR!"
This blow was enough to kill a Primordial Core Realm expert.
Even with Xingtian's powerful defenses, the strike was enough to break both of his arms. The light of the Unjust Death Black Lotus dimd as it receded back into his body.
"Still not dead? Interesting!"
Lord Owl sneered and condensed another attack.
"BAM! BAM! BAM!"
A dozen black Palm Seals rained down. Each impact made Xingtian's body shudder violently. Cracks spiderwebbed across his silver fra, which was now bathed in grotesque streams of blood. Xingtian was on the verge of collapse, but it still persisted, trying to carry out Hong Yu's order to save White Cloud Peak.
Watching Xingtian drag his broken body forward using only his chin, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Lord Owl was thoroughly enraged. "A truly unkillable cockroach. In that case, I'll just have to cut you open and see what you're made of!"
With that, Lord Owl condensed a black Demon Saber and prepared to cleave Xingtian in two.
The current Xingtian had only just passed its first Execution Corpse Tribulation. While it might not fear an attack from a Celestial Soul Realm expert, Lord Owl was simply too powerful. If this saber struck, Xingtian would undoubtedly be destroyed.
The cyan light in Hong Yu's left eye intensified to its absolute limit. A wisp of cyan-blue, ethereal light suddenly shot out from his pupil, accompanied by a low growl. "Enough!"
"Hm?"
Lord Owl froze. As he turned his head, the cyan-blue, ethereal Ice Divine Blade shot straight into his mind.
Lord Owl's whole body trembled.
The blood-red light around his avatar flickered, and the black mist thrashed wildly. Pained screams echoed across the heavens. "No… damn it! It's a Spiritual Attack? ARGH, MY HEAD! IT HURTS… BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
Lord Owl writhed in agony as streams of black Demonic Qi poured from his body uncontrollably. Not even a blade of grass could survive where it touched.
When the energy struck the ground, it sounded like rolling thunder.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
Explosions erupted everywhere, leaving a scene of total devastation. Everyone scrambled to dodge the black mist raining down from the sky. This was a terrifying substance that not even Primordial Core Realm experts dared to touch. Those powerhouses who failed to evade in ti were instantly turned into desiccated corpses upon contact.
"You bastard, I'll slaughter you!"
Even in his extre agony, Lord Owl managed to condense a Blood-Colored Celestial Saber and lock onto Hong Yu.
The blood-red light flared, tearing through the void as it slashed down toward Hong Yu.
Hong Yu found himself pinned by a terrifying force, completely unable to move. All he could do was watch as the Blood Saber descended.
A look of defiance and despair flickered in his eyes. 'Am I going to die just like this?'
Amidst the spreading crimson light, the Blood-Colored Celestial Saber fell.
Hong Yu remained motionless, engulfed by the blood-red light…
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