Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 799 Investigation! When did the Great River Sword Sect produce such a figure?

A slight commotion began to stir on the previously somewhat dull platform.

Many eyes were drawn to the name at the bottom of the list, which was flashing blue and still trembling slightly, like a pebble thrown into a lake.

"Oh? The Great River Sword Sect has produced a rather interesting young fellow?"

Within the Immortal Alliance camp, an elder from the Heavenly Pill Sect stroked his beard, looking slightly surprised.

"Hmph, they probably just got lucky and ran into a small group of demonic sect disciples or a lone high-level blood beast. They just got lucky."

From the Xuan Yin Valley camp, a woman with a veil covering her face glanced at it, her voice carrying its usual coldness and disdain.

After entering the Blood Sea, Ling Hao and other disciples of the Great River Sword Sect performed moderately well, with their points increasing steadily but not impressively. The appearance of this name also left them somewhat bewildered.

However, the name's upward momentum did not diminish in the slightest despite the initial attention it received.

Zhang Yuan's figure had already penetrated deep into an archipelago composed of huge, twisted, dark red corals that exuded a pungent, rotten smell.

The blood energy here is more concentrated, and the monsters are more violent and powerful.

Blood pythons coiled around, and strange sea monsters lurked, but he ignored them, his steps unwavering, clearing a path with his heavy ruler.

"Wow!"

Behind the largest cluster of coral reefs ahead, an extremely fierce and violent aura suddenly erupted!

The blood wave seemed to be split apart by an invisible giant hand, and a colossal object, over fifty feet long, as thick as a water bucket, and covered with dark golden blood patterns, rose into the air!

Its head resembled a dragon but was not; it had a single, ferocious horn, and its enormous vertical pupils were entirely composed of viscous red light, filled with pure destructive desire—the Blood-Patterned Flood Dragon!
Its aura had reached the limit of the peak of the Cave Profound Realm!
His body was surrounded by blood-red poisonous miasma that seemed to solidify into a tangible substance.

With its mouth wide open, a spurt of bloody breath, compressed to the extreme, accompanied by a terrifying howl that could pierce through metal and stone, lunged at Zhang Yuan!
This is the ruler of this area!
Its magic core is extremely valuable, enough to arouse covetousness on a small scale.

Faced with the bloodthirsty breath that would leave even a grandmaster in a sorry state, and the subsequent giant devouring, a hint of seriousness finally flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

But it was only a hint.

He didn't dodge.

His feet seemed rooted to an endless sea of ​​blood, standing firmly on the crimson crest.

He gripped the broken handle at the end of the dark "Broken Wave" heavy ruler with both hands.

Facing the foul, bloody breath that tore through space, Zhang Yuan roared.

"town!"

"Roar--!"

A deep, resounding roar of a dragon and elephant faintly emanated from its body.

It is not a magic or supernatural power, but the true sound of martial arts produced when one's vital energy and blood are circulating and one's muscles and bones resonate!
The "Broken Waves" heavy ruler burst forth with an unprecedented, deep, dark light!
The space around the ruler was slightly distorted and sunken!
He raised the ruler overhead and slammed its broad, thick side—like a door panel, a mountain shield, a dam, or a stone tablet bearing the weight of heaven and earth—downwards towards the raging torrent of filth!

"boom--!!!"

The sound of this collision far surpassed any previous one!
A dull, deafening roar, like the creation of the universe, exploded out!
The foul breath, powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone and corrode the soul, violently impacted the dark surface!

An astonishing scene unfolded: the heavy ruler remained completely still!

The breath failed to shake it in the slightest; instead, it was forcibly suppressed and crushed by the vast, majestic, and immense power of the ruler's body!
The condensed, foul energy was forcefully blasted apart, turning into a violent shockwave that swept in all directions, shattering large pieces of the surrounding red coral!
A look of utter astonishment and bewilderment flashed in the enormous vertical pupils of the Blood-Patterned Flood Dragon!
Just as his breath was dispersed, Zhang Yuan seized the opportunity to counterattack!

"fall!"

The "Broken Wave" sword, which bore immense power, lashed out without hesitation after exhaling its breath, and then counterattacked!

The vertical stroke suddenly turned into a diagonal slash!
The edge of the ruler, due to its excessive speed and extreme weight, unexpectedly tore through the viscous blood mist!
The enormous ruler-shaped shadow tore through space, carrying a majestic momentum that could cleave the ocean in two, and slashed diagonally toward the seven-inch vital spot on the serpent's raised neck!
"Pfft—Crack—Boom!!!"

First came the muffled sound of flesh and bones bursting!

The immense force of the heavy ruler effortlessly sliced ​​through its scales, which were as hard as gold, and crushed its cervical vertebrae!
What followed was an even more terrifying transmission of power!

The immense, prison-suppressing power emanating from the ruler surged wildly into its massive body!

The Blood-Patterned Python's body, which was even tougher than refined steel, began to swell and burst inch by inch from the seven-inch opening!
Crimson-gold light surged wildly! The massive serpent's body crumbled inch by inch amidst a teeth-grinding cracking sound!
It was as if it had been completely torn apart by an internally detonated explosive!

Finally, with a deafening explosion, the serpent's remaining head and half-body, along with its ruptured, bloody internal organs, exploded like a giant firework in front of Zhang Yuan!

The blood rain poured down, but when it touched Zhang Yuan's face, it was blocked and purified by the invisible, heavy aura of water surrounding him.

Blood Coral Island trembled violently, torn apart by the aftershocks of the explosion.

The numbers on the points jade token, after a brief delay, suddenly surged!

The numbers surged like galloping steeds!

"Five thousand one hundred...six thousand nine hundred...eight thousand four hundred...nine thousand nine hundred..."

Finally, the blinding light froze at—

"Ten thousand three hundred and twenty-eight!"

The crystal tremored!

At the entrance to the Sea of ​​Blood, stands a colossal Crystal Monument of Points!
That familiar yet unfamiliar name—

"Zhang Qingyang of the Great River Sword Sect," standing in the middle of a list of top sect geniuses, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, like a red-hot iron thrown into cold water!
Its brilliance was so great that it briefly overshadowed the names at the top of the list!
Then, the chilling number following the name acted like a lit fuse.

"Ten thousand three hundred and twenty-eight!"

The next moment, the name seemed to be lifted up by an invisible giant hand, soaring up the blood-red list with the speed of a comet hitting the moon!
The rankings were being refreshed at breakneck speed under the astonished gazes of everyone.

103...89...64...48...32...20...15!
Finally, with a chilling force, they stormed in.

"Tenth place! Zhang Qingyang of the Great River Sword Sect - 10,328 points!"

It had only been a few hours since they entered the sea of ​​blood!

The whole place was in an uproar!

Shocking all sides!

"boom!"

What was originally a somewhat noisy platform has completely exploded!

"Zhang Qingyang?! It's him again?! Ten thousand points?!"

"This is impossible! How long has it been?! He slaughtered a small demon lair?!"

"A Blood-Striped Flood Dragon! He just killed a powerful demonic creature before his points surged. Judging from the location, deep within the Blood Coral Islands, only a Blood-Striped Flood Dragon could be worth that much!"

"Several hours! Slaying a peak-stage Cave Profound Blood Beast?! Just who is this person?!"

"Investigate quickly! Who is this 'Zhang Qingyang', this newly emerged reclusive disciple of the Great River Sword Sect?!"

Exclamations, doubts, and gasps of surprise rose and fell.

The elders who remained and the observers from all sides could no longer maintain their composure and indifference.

The white-robed youth with a sword mark between his eyebrows, who was leading the Taixu Sword Pavilion team, suddenly opened his eyes. His sharp gaze, like a tangible sword blade, pierced the top ten names on the list, and his brows furrowed deeply.

“Zhang, Qingyang? Investigate! When did the Great River Sword Sect produce such a figure?” The old man from the Myriad Tribulations Talisman Sect, who had always been calm and composed, suddenly stopped stroking the jade talisman. His cloudy old eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stared intently at that name.

"Such a powerful aura of killing intent! This boy's speed and efficiency in killing are unprecedented!"

The cold, veiled woman from Xuan Yin Valley suddenly narrowed her eyes, staring intently at the name "Zhang Qingyang." A hint of seriousness and deep apprehension replaced her previous disdain.

"What a domineering power..."

Other forces within the Immortal Alliance and independent cultivators were also abuzz with discussion, their gazes towards the remaining members of the Great River Sword Sect filled with surprise and a renewed sense of scrutiny.

The elders and disciples remaining at the headquarters of the Great River Sword Sect looked at each other, their excitement mixed with great confusion.

"Zhang Qingyang? Is that the closed-door disciple of Uncle Mu Bai?"

An older deacon whispered, his eyes filled with incredulous excitement.

Deep in the sea of ​​blood.

Zhang Yuan withdrew his indifferent gaze from the jade pendant at his waist.

The glaring "tenth" ranking and "10,328" points failed to stir the slightest ripple in his eyes.

It was as natural as simply brushing away dust.

The sea of ​​blood beneath his feet continued to churn, the filthy dark red waves crashing against his mountain-like, unwavering figure.

He leaned forward slightly.

"Boom!"

He stomped heavily on his foot!
The blood at their feet instantly exploded, creating a deep crater!
A substantial ripple spread out from him, briefly parting the thick sea of ​​blood around him.

Without uttering any further words, he shouldered the seemingly weightless "Broken Wave," and his figure shot out like a cannonball once more, merging into the deeper, more violent crimson undercurrent.

On the leaderboard, the name "Zhang Qingyang" shines like a crimson sun high in the sky, radiating unparalleled domineering and mysterious light, firmly nailed to the top ten, silently proclaiming to the entire Demon Abyss Blood Sea.

The hunt has only just begun!
Those who were originally focused on their own goals and considered themselves genius hunters were also involuntarily drawn to the suddenly rising blood-red sun, filled with surprise, doubt, and even vigilance.

The strings of the Demon Abyss and Blood Sea have been quietly tightened because of this mysterious intruder named "Zhang Qingyang".

……

The thick, murky sea of ​​blood surged ceaselessly.

Zhang Yuan walked on the waves, the dark and heavy "Broken Waves" sword on his shoulder like a rock in the abyss, easily pushing away the surging filth and blood around him, and the demonic energy that tried to erode him.

Not far ahead, they heard intense sounds of colliding energy and shouts.

In a relatively calm area of ​​blood-red reefs, seven or eight cultivators dressed in identical bright silver robes with blue trim are forming a battle formation to besiege a huge beast that resembles a giant tortoise but has three ferocious lizard heads.

The beast's shell was as thick as blood-red rock, covered with sharp spikes.

The three lizard heads spewed viscous, corrosive acid and icy breath with paralyzing toxicity, their roars causing waves of blood to surge around them.

It was already at its last gasp; its hard shell was covered with charred sword marks and frostbite from ice cracks, and its movements had become much slower.

"Frostfall Snow Formation, trap its left head!" A dignified young man with a deep blue longsword on his back shouted the command; he was clearly the leader of the group.

With a series of sword gestures, a condensed, almost tangible, icy sword aura burst forth.

The sword energy shot precisely at the lizard head in the center that was spitting venom, forcing it back.

"Crimson flames blaze, burning his right foot!"

Another female cultivator shouted and slapped out with both palms.

Several blazing fire talismans transformed into flying birds, nimbly bypassing the icy breath and accurately striking the struggling beast's right leg joint.

"Golden Sharp Armor Pierces, Shatter!" Another disciple, working in perfect unison, unleashed a small golden hammer.

The small hammer expanded in mid-air, carrying an incomparably sharp golden energy, and slammed hard into a relatively thin plate of shell below the giant tortoise's neck.

"clang!"

With a piercing explosion, the shattered piece of armor, stained with blood, flew out, causing the beast to roar in pain and its movements to slow down once again.

The disciples around him perked up, their eyes burning with enthusiasm.

"Senior Brother is mighty! This 'Three-Headed Mysterious Blood Turtle' is a genuine peak-level demon of the Cave Profound Realm!"

"Its blood crystal is worth at least three thousand points!"

"If we kill it, our senior brother will definitely break into the top 500 on the leaderboard!"

"Give it a push, it's almost done for!"

Just then, Zhang Yuan, with his steady steps, appeared at the edge of their perimeter.

He was dressed in black, carrying a peculiar black ruler on his back. Although he concealed his aura, he still stood out conspicuously in this dangerous place.

"Halt! Who goes there?" A vigilant disciple on the perimeter immediately brandished his sword and shouted, pointing at Zhang Yuan, "This is the hunting ground of my 'Qingyuan Immortal Sect'! Retreat immediately! Don't make things difficult for yourself!"

The sound immediately attracted the attention of others.

Even the young man in the lead glanced at Zhang Yuan, and his brows furrowed slightly as he sensed the other man's composed demeanor.

He announced loudly, "Fellow Daoist, halt! I am Zhao Xuanfeng of the Qingyuan Immortal Sect. This demon is ferocious, and the hunt is at a critical juncture. If you wish to observe the battle, please wait a moment to the side."

"Since we are all fellow demon hunters, everyone who sees it will get a share. Once we successfully kill this fiend, we will share a generous amount of blood crystals with you, fellow Daoist!"

"Senior Brother, why bother..." A disciple nearby was puzzled, feeling that they were being too polite to Zhang Yuan.

Zhao Xuanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he transmitted his voice to rebuke, "Silence! Anyone who can travel alone in the depths of this Demon Abyss Blood Sea unscathed is no ordinary person."

"It's better to avoid trouble than to cause it. Sharing some benefits to buy peace and quiet and make good connections is a good thing!"

He remained vigilant, and although he spoke politely, the formation set up by the Qingyuan Immortal Sect members was already subtly guarding against Zhang Yuan's location.

As instructed, Zhang Yuan stopped and stood on a slightly higher, blood-red reef not far away, quietly watching the battle.

His gaze swept over the spirit swords flying in the hands of the disciples, the talismans they released, and the ice, fire, golden blades, and even the flowing winds they stirred up when they cooperated.

Watching the sharp little hammer strike the beast's carapace, the force it unleashed combined the sharpness of "piercing" with the ferocity of "shock".

Watching the female cultivator's fire talisman skillfully burn her weak points.

Feeling the "penetrating" and "delaying" power contained in Zhao Xuanfeng's icy sword energy.

Zhang Yuan's thoughts, however, were operating on a deeper level.

The sword is as sharp as a knife.

The profound mysteries of talismanic arts allow one to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, like the heavenly thunder I summon...

The physical body's strength can bear immense weight; it is the foundation.

Magical combat techniques are an extension...

How can one, with effortless grace, completely fuse the domineering spirit of the sword, the profound depth of the water, the heavenly might of thunder, and the physical body that suppresses the prison into one?
(End of this chapter)