Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 625 Even Heaven Fears Ruthless People

The two Blood River Ancestors locked eyes for a split second, and all the Demon Sect disciples around the altar simultaneously exploded, their blood essence forming a bridge connecting the real and the illusory.

This is precisely the fatal flaw of the Blood River Demon Sect's "Return of Ten Thousand Souls to One" secret technique.

All the disciples of the Blood River Demon Sect cultivate for the sake of the Blood River Demon Lord's reunion.

"No, this body belongs to me—"

The Blood River Ancestor's true form roared as it melted into a pool of boiling blood, only to be swallowed whole by the split soul.

As the bodies of the two Blood River Ancestors merged, a new figure materialized on the spot.

This is a newly born Blood River Ancestor!

With three eyes on his forehead and eighty-one blood-red halos appearing behind him, the Blood River Ancestor's cultivation surged, and he actually broke through the seal of the Heavenly Suppression Division by devouring and fusing.

Instantly, demonic flames soared into the sky!

Zhang Yuan seemed oblivious to the surging demonic power behind him, slowly tightening his grip on the hilt of the Dragon Sparrow Blade.

"Zheng——"

The moment the blade was drawn, the three thousand dark gold talismans of the Dragon Sparrow Blade flowed backward like a reversed galaxy, and its 300,000 jin weight collapsed into a single line of cold light.

The blade pointed diagonally at the crack in the sky. As the tip of the Dragon Sparrow Blade trembled slightly, the void three thousand miles outside Yongtian Continent suddenly collapsed. When the blade energy pierced through the nine layers of heavenly energy, seven blood-red stars exploded in the outer domain guiding formation.

That was the "Blood River Sky Piercing Array" that the Blood River Demon Sect had set up in advance.

"Roar!"

Eight giant arms of lava extended from the shattered void rift.

This is a lava giant demon condensed by the Blood River Demon Sect of Tengzhou using the power of a grand formation.

The lava troll's eight massive arms, each hundreds of feet thick, protruded from the crack. Dark red magma surged between its bulging, mountain-like muscles, and the bronze magic patterns covering its surface dyed the clouds and mist for miles around red gold.

Its torso had not yet fully materialized, but the scorching heat it emitted had already distorted the void.

Seven crimson stars formed the Nine Netherworld Mystic Array in the giant demon's chest cavity, with layers of the unique meteorite iron scales of Tengzhou stacked up, each scale engraved with an ancient demonic talisman to resist immortals and Buddhas.

This demonic body, forged using the earth veins of the three continents as a furnace and the souls of 800,000 as fuel, was the reliance of the Blood River Demon Sect when it was at its peak, competing with all sides.

"Om-"

Zhang Yuan's right arm erupted with blue scales, his muscles bulging like a giant snake swallowing the sky. As the blade sliced ​​through the void, it dragged out a crimson flame thunder dragon, causing ice crystals to condense along its path before instantly vaporizing.

In the instant the blade flashed, it was as if the entire world had been ripped open by a rift in eternal night.

The sword flashed away.

A crimson lightning dragon, piercing through the heavens and earth, burst forth from Yongtian Continent and crashed into the void.

That was the aftershock of the Dragon Sparrow Blade shattering the void, splitting the thousand-mile-long demonic cloud in two.

The blade flashed through the point where the lava troll's eight arms met, and seven blood-red stars shattered in the outer realm.

The sword energy, carrying immense power, shattered the demon's body into dust, and the remaining pressure transformed into a ring-shaped shockwave that swept away the demonic clouds that stretched for miles.

The lava troll's body stiffened, then collapsed with a deafening roar.

The seven Grandmasters of Tengzhou who were activating the troll trembled. Before their natal magic weapons could fully manifest, they were shredded into pieces by the sword light carrying the power of the primordial chaos.

The elder at the forefront, a cultivator at the Tongyou Realm, was horrified to discover that his "Crimson Blood Clone," which he had painstakingly cultivated for a thousand years, was simultaneously locked onto by the sword intent, and blood lines appeared on the throats of both his main body and the clone.

One strike severs two souls!
Zhang Yuan's slash not only severed the physical body but also directly annihilated the soul.

This is something only those at the Tongyou level can do—a single strike can decide life and death!
Dragon Bird Knife.

Emerging from Yongtian Continent, this blade suppressed an entire region.

These are the words Huang Laoliu said to Zhang Yuan.

This somewhat unreliable weapon refiner never lied about his evaluation of the weapons he forged.

The void collapsed, and the void passage connecting Tengzhou crumbled inch by inch.

The schemes that the Blood River Demon Sect had been planning for thousands of years had become meaningless at this moment, with the fall of the sect's top experts.

The demonic energy dissipated in the sky.

Behind them, on the shattered altar, the eighty-second light wheel that the Blood River Ancestor had just condensed suddenly went out.

Watching those Tengzhou experts, who were three levels stronger than him, fall like wheat being harvested, his three bloodshot eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "You deliberately lured them through the void, just to wipe them all out in one strike?!"

Zhang Yuan sheathed his sword with a backhand motion, and the dissipated soul power from the crack transformed into a golden torrent that flowed into the kneeling crowd.

The gaunt faces of 100,000 young and strong men regained their rosy complexion at a visible speed, and all their internal injuries were repaired.

This was the key to his allowing the blood sacrifice to proceed, using the Demonic Sect's grand formation to reverse life and death, and using the "Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique" to steal the sky and change the sun!
"Monster..." Blood River Ancestor stared at the runes on the scabbard that had now rotated back to their original positions, then suddenly burst into laughter: "But I like it! Next time, I'll need to borrow a knife to kill—"

The words stopped abruptly.

Autumn Cold Blade was already three inches across his neck without him even realizing it.

Zhang Yuan's gaze pierced through his newly formed soul and spirit: "If I can release you, I can send you back to drink tea under the Twenty-Eight Constellation Pillars."

With a slight tremor of the blade, the Blood River Ancestor was horrified to discover that the cultivation he had just absorbed was flowing back into the altar ruins.

Several miles above, a rumbling sound like muffled thunder came from the direction of Eagle Falling Gorge. It was the collision between the twenty-two pillars of light shooting into the sky and the sword light of the Nine Yang Sword Immortal.

Zhang Yuan looked up at the gradually healing crack in the sky, a cold smile playing on his lips.

The Eastern Wei dynasty sacrificed the blood of 100,000 able-bodied men. If this were to become public, how would the Eastern Wei royal family face the consequences?
"Woo——"

A bugle call sounded from the distant mountains.

A troop of warhorses clad in blue armor galloped towards the altar, raising clouds of dust and radiating a powerful aura.

The leading general possessed a powerful aura at the level of a Dragon Elephant Grandmaster.

More than ten thousand war cavalry, their blood and energy solidified into form.

This was an Eastern Wei imperial guard force whose fighting strength was no less than that of the Qin Dynasty's elite troops.

Such warhorses, when charging into battle, can hold off a Grandmaster for a moment.

But the middle-aged general leading the charge suddenly turned his horse around when he was ten thousand feet away, and roared to the sky: "The demonic forces from beyond the realm are invading Great Wei! Follow me on my patrol!"

As he turned his position, the army slanted around the perimeter of the 100,000 able-bodied men, brushing past their trembling figures, and sped off into the distance.

Zhang Yuan landed in mid-air, exchanged a glance with the general who was turning back, and watched him rush away, a smile appearing on his face.

Regardless of whether it was because of Zhang Yuan's strength or the lives of 100,000 civilians, this person did not take action.

He's a smart person.

"My lord, this man is named Gu Yunchong, the Earl of Jingyang of Eastern Wei, a Grandmaster of the Dragon Elephant Clan, and the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard."

Behind Zhang Yuan, the faceless man in the green robe spoke in a low voice.

"Have the Xuanji Division send someone to make contact. If there's an opportunity, try to win them over." Zhang Yuan said calmly, his hands on the hilts of the twin swords at his waist, as he strode forward.

As Zhang Yuan walked by, the scattered young men spontaneously made way for him, and then knelt down on the ground.

They dared not look at Zhang Yuan, and only kowtowed low.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis."

"Your Excellency's kindness is immense; I will repay it by serving you like a slave."

Whispers, accompanied by Zhang Yuan's resounding strides, gathered together to form a powerful roar.

The heavens and earth trembled, and the Great Dao converged!
This is merit!
Above the sky, the dissipated thunderclouds surged once more.

That was the power of merit that triggered a reaction from the Heavenly Dao of the Eastern Wei, forming a heavenly punishment thundercloud.

Zhang Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the thick, thousand-mile-long cloud formations in the sky.

"This Marquis has severed the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth in Qingtian Continent."

As the sound faded, the thunderclouds dispersed.

Even Heaven fears ruthless people.

(End of this chapter)