Ever since absorbing energy from the Blood Demon Pool in Miaojiang last ti, part of Ye Luo’s blood had begun turning gold, and he still hadn’t figured out what was going on.
Boom!
Suddenly, an overwhelming surge of blood qi approached, and Ye Luo’s gaze hardened as he looked onward.
At this mont, Miyamoto Takeshi’s body was enveloped in a thick blood qi, his hair completely transford into a blood color, and his eyes opened wide, revealing a terrifying blood-red, startling all the Imperial Family guards present.
"Co forth, the cursed blade of Muramasa!"
With a loud shout from Miyamoto Takeshi, a burst of blood-colored light erupted from his body, and a one-ter-long, blood-colored curved blade appeared before him.
The blade was covered with nurous ferocious ghost faces, as if it were suppressing countless wronged souls, and a dreadful resentnt was released from the blade, giving off a chilling sensation.
All those present, regardless of who they were, couldn’t help but shudder. Those guards of the Imperial Family who were only in the Innate Realm felt their hearts trembling while staring at the cursed Muramasa blade, their faces showing fear, as even the few masters at the Saint Realm appeared extrely solemn.
"Muramasa, awaken your strength!"
Miyamoto Takeshi chanted again, his eyes filled with a blood-red glow, his face twisted and fearso to behold.
Suddenly, the cursed Muramasa blade burst forth with a terrifying devouring power, the blood-colored light radiating in all directions, enveloping all the Imperial Family guards around it.
Following that, those shrouded in the blood-colored light began to emit piercing screams, their bodies trembling, faces contorted.
Streams of blood were extracted from them, all rging into the cursed Muramasa blade, which unleashed an imnsely terrifying power.
"This..."
Witnessing this scene, Ye Luo’s face changed; he hadn’t expected the cursed Muramasa blade to be this dreadful, directly absorbing human blood.
"Xiao Ba, what grade of weapon is the cursed Muramasa blade?" Ye Luo asked inwardly.
"The cursed Muramasa blade and I are both superior-grade King’s Tools, but it can devour people’s blood and souls to continuously enhance its strength, and it’s not impossible for it to even beco an exquisite King’s Tool. Moreover, since the cursed Muramasa blade hasn’t recognized a master, it can release an extrely powerful force," Xiao Ba replied in a young, yet grave tone.
"Are you saying that even you might not be able to withstand it?" Ye Luo’s expression changed.
"Mhm," Xiao Ba replied succinctly, then added, "However, if I were to burn the power of the Instrunt Soul, perhaps I could withstand it."
"Instrunt Soul’s power, what is that? What would happen if it burned?" Ye Luo couldn’t help asking.
"The Instrunt Soul’s power is akin to the life of the Instrunt Soul. Each ti it burns, it causes great damage to the weapon itself. If the Instrunt Soul’s power were to burn out completely, the Instrunt Soul would cease to exist, and the Eight Feet Mirror would beco just an ordinary mirror," Xiao Ba explained.
Shocked, Ye Luo hastily said, "Don’t burn the power of the Instrunt Soul just yet; perhaps we can withstand it."
Although Xiao Ba was just an Instrunt Soul, Ye Luo didn’t want it to sacrifice itself to save him.
At this mont, the twenty or so Imperial Family guard masters had already turned to skeletons lying on the ground, their blood completely absorbed by the cursed Muramasa blade.
"Not enough, it’s still not enough!"
Miyamoto Takeshi suddenly spoke, his eyes scanning the area until they fell upon the Saint Realm master of the Fifth Level who had previously taken action against Ye Luo. His blood-red eyes fixed on the other.
The Saint Realm warrior of the Fifth Level trembled involuntarily at the thought of the piles of white bones surrounding him. For the first ti since he had entered the Saint Realm, he felt a sense of fear that he had never experienced before.
It was a feeling that had never surfaced since he had stepped into the Saint Realm, but now it had returned, stronger than ever.
"Your Highness..."
The lips of the Fifth Level Saint Realm expert barely moved as he began to speak, but before he could finish, the Muramasa demon blade, emanating a thick aura of blood, appeared above his head.
It pierced directly into his crown chakra, leaving only the hilt protruding. The Saint Realm expert’s eyes widened in shock, devoid of any ability to resist, as his blood was completely devoured by the Muramasa demon blade.
In less than a minute, the Imperial Family guard of the Fifth Level Saint Realm turned into a skeleton, his body exploding into pieces.
The remaining Saint Realm experts’ faces changed drastically, their legs trembling, and their faces filled with unspeakable horror.
"Sacrifice your lives to awaken the power of the Muramasa demon blade,"
Miyamoto Takeshi revealed a ruthless smile and spoke in an ice-cold tone. Then, the Muramasa demon blade devoured the remaining four to five Saint Realm experts, leaving nothing but white bones scattered on the ground.
In the end, these loyal guards of the Imperial Family did not perish at the hands of their enemies, but at the hands of their master’s weapon, which could be considered quite a tragic end.
However, after absorbing the blood of so many experts, the aura released by the Muramasa demon blade had grown tenfold stronger than before. Ghostly wails echoed from the blade, making listeners’ hearts tremble.
"Die!"
Miyamoto Takeshi swung his hand, and the Muramasa demon blade appeared in his grasp, slashing viciously towards Ye Luo with a blood-colored blade light several dozen yards long, carrying a montum to destroy everything in its path.
It seed as if countless ghastly spirits were rushing towards Ye Luo within the blood-colored light, an utterly terrifying sight.
Ye Luo, sensing the dreadful nature of this blood-colored light, looked extrely solemn.
"Ye Luo!"
Seeing this scene unfold, Leng Ruobing couldn’t help but call out, her eyes full of worry.
"Eight Feet Mirror!"
Ye Luo imdiately activated the Eight Feet Mirror, unleashing all of his strength.
The Eight Feet Mirror imdiately released a dazzling white light, clashing with the blood-colored blade light.
Ye Luo spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and was sent flying backward. The Eight Feet Mirror returned to his body, while the blood-colored blade light was only partially weakened.
At this mont, it still had the terrifying force of a full-strength blow from a Seventh or Eighth Level Saint Realm expert, and all the True Qi in his body had been depleted.
It seed that all that was left to do was wait for the arrival of the blood-colored blade light and the end of Ye Luo, or for Xiao Ba to unleash the power of the Instrunt Soul to block this strike. But even if he managed to block it, surviving Miyamoto Takeshi’s remaining attacks would be difficult.
"Ye Luo!"
Leng Ruobing watched as Ye Luo was about to be hit by the blood-colored blade light, her eyes brimming with tears as she cried out, wanting to rush over but already too late.
"I absolutely cannot die like this!"
Ye Luo, watching the blood-colored blade light approaching, felt an overwhelming unwillingness as he continued to operate the Nine Yang Mystic Art, trying to withstand the blood-colored blade light.
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