The Wind Blade sliced through the flesh, leaving a great scar, blood and flesh flowing.
Xiao Zhenhai hurriedly retreated, took out a Pill and swallowed it, suppressing the injury within his body, his expression extrely grim.
His once smiling face, now bore a heavy layer of anger.
For nearly a century, he had hidden in the shadows, never finding himself in such peril.
Ever since he learned this top-notch inheritance, he could kill whoever he desired, never suffering such a great loss.
But unexpectedly today, he fell into a trap and stumbled hard.
A killing intent rose in Xiao Zhenhai’s heart.
"Fine, you all are courting death!"
His eyes opened completely, a blood-red hue within, no longer restraining the killing intent, releasing all the Evil Qi cultivated so far, pushing the Blood Prison Pupil Skill to its peak.
Xiao Zhenhai’s eyes transford into abysses of sin.
Countless Cultivators he had slaughtered struggled and pleaded within them.
"This is bad!"
Gu Changhuai’s face darkened, hurriedly averting his gaze.
But this ti the Blood Prison Pupil Skill, differed from before, its power stronger by more than a notch.
The killing intent was fully unleashed.
The blood-red Evil Qi seed to co alive, snaking like venomous serpents, spreading everywhere, infiltrating endlessly.
Even though Gu Changhuai had averted his gaze, the Evil Qi still seeped into his Sea of Consciousness through his Eye Acupoint, causing his Divine Soul to suffer, rendering him immobile for a mont.
Xiao Zhenhai seized the opportunity, his figure flickering as he approached Gu Changhuai, raising his longsword high.
"Gu Changhuai!"
Xia Canonical Official’s face turned ashen, imdiately condensing Sword Qi, intent on stopping Xiao Zhenhai.
Xiao Zhenhai suddenly turned his head, his gaze blood-red.
Xia Canonical Official, overwheld by concern, failed to guard against it, falling right into Xiao Zhenhai’s Pupil Skill.
She felt her Sea of Consciousness freezing cold, like being cut by a knife, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, her pupils losing focus.
Xiao Zhenhai sneered, "Don’t rush, I’ll kill you one by one..."
After speaking, he lifted his sword, Gui Water Sword Qi burst forth, aiming to cut Gu Changhuai’s neck first.
Just at this mont, he heard a crisp voice.
Soone was calling his na:
"Xiao Zhenhai!"
Xiao Zhenhai initially didn’t want to pay attention, wanting to kill the killable first, to ensure safety.
But this voice was special.
It was that sneaky little devil, who never revealed themselves.
Also the one who, though unassuming, had an extraordinary mastery of formations, the Junior Formation Master.
And moreover...
"Daring to call my na directly..."
Xiao Zhenhai let out a cold laugh, his eyes turning red as he looked at Mo Hua.
Thereafter, he discovered Mo Hua was staring coldly at him.
Xiao Zhenhai was montarily stunned, then laughed, but the smile on his face had a hint of derision.
"A reckless little devil, daring to et my gaze..."
But gradually, the smile on Xiao Zhenhai’s face froze.
He noticed a glimr of Golden Light in Mo Hua’s eyes, spreading and becoming more dazzling.
"This is... a Pupil Skill?!"
Xiao Zhenhai understood instantly.
The Water Prison Forbidden Box was in Mo Hua’s possession!
And before this, Mo Hua had already unlocked the mysteries within that box.
He learned the Pupil Skill inscribed on the box!
"And moreover, his pupil skill... is golden?!"
Golden Pupil Skill!
In that instant, Xiao Zhenhai felt unprecedented pressure.
He couldn’t comprehend it, but didn’t dare hesitate or take it lightly, ditating on his "Blood-colored Daoist Prison Map" nurtured by evilness, pouring all the Evil Qi cultivated in his life into his eyes, transforming it into a sea of blood and purgatory, to contend with Mo Hua’s golden pupil skill.
The clash of Pupil Skills was extrely perilous.
One Thought born, one Thought perished.
Xiao Zhenhai exerted all his effort to lock eyes with Mo Hua.
In the void, the blood-red pupil skill, and the golden pupil skill collided, Evil Qi and Golden Light entwined, tearing each other apart.
But in a split second, the Divine Sword erged, Golden Light swept forth.
Blood Qi collapsed, crumbling inch by inch.
Only then did Supervisor Xiao beco terrified.
Sword Intent?
This isn’t a Pupil Skill! This is... a Sword technique?
A Sword of Divine Thought executed through Pupil Skill?
Am I wielding eyes against soone’s Sword Qi?
Xiao Zhenhai felt a chill in his heart, and upon realization, discovered the golden Sword Intent had already penetrated his eyes, seeping into his Divine Soul.
A golden prison, purely composed of sword light, suppressed him within.
The sword light was dazzling and sharp, inflicting dismbernt on his Divine Soul bit by bit.
He was like a sinner of heinous cris, undergoing the judgnt of sword punishnt.
The agony of his Divine Soul being cut and flayed spread slowly, and amid the pain, Xiao Zhenhai found clarity in his heart.
So this is what torture feels like...
He wanted to resist, but couldn’t.
Wanted to struggle, but lacked the strength.
Under the oppressive, overwhelming Sword Intent, Xiao Zhenhai’s Divine Soul trembled, utterly unsure how to counteract.
He could only let his Seven Souls, his Life Soul, be sliced apart by the sword light...
Mo Hua’s eyes were locked onto Xiao Zhenhai.
His gaze was filled with Golden Light and authority.
But blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Even though his Divine Soul was strong, and his Divine Sense profound, this body was rely at Foundation Establishnt, and facing a Golden Core, the burden on his eyes was too heavy.
Just at this mont, Gu Changhuai regained a bit of consciousness.
He saw Mo Hua with blood at the corners of his eyes, as well as the devastated, painful Xiao Zhenhai, who seed to be under torture, nearing "loss of control," and his heart shook.
Gu Changhuai endured the aftereffects of the Blood Pupil Skill, and with great willpower, overca the dizziness and pain, forcing himself to wake up.
Once his Divine Sense recovered, Gu Changhuai imdiately gritted his teeth, and exerted all his might, starting to condense a Spell.
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