Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Chapter 327 is about the Persian Demonic Cult, and my people.
The voice has not fallen,

The Buddha relic in her sleeve had already flown out, and the crimson light became even more intense, illuminating an area of ​​several dozen feet around it and enveloping the entire ruins in a blood-red halo.

The cultists behind her had already witnessed Chen Zhan's terror, so there was no need for further words. Upon hearing this, they immediately turned around and fled for their lives.

Chen Zhan narrowed his eyes, his blood wings flashed suddenly, and his speed instantly increased to the extreme. He transformed into a streak of crimson light and rushed straight toward the fleeing crowd.

The Soul-Slaying Dharma King and the dozen or so demonic cult members behind him only saw a flash of blood before their eyes.

Then came screams.

"Ah~! Ah!~"

The red light kept flashing, and people kept falling down, faster and faster, until they didn't even have time to scream.

The head had already separated from the body and rolled to the ground, with blood gushing out like a spring, staining the ground beneath its feet red.

"You!!! Do you intend to wage war against my Holy Church to the death?"

He acted too quickly, killing more than a dozen people in almost an instant, before Saintess Zhenyue could even fully unleash the power of the relic.
Chen Zhan returned to his original position and watched Zhen Yue, the Holy Maiden, frantically mobilizing the relic, feeling somewhat curious.

He was acutely aware of the power within the Buddha's relic; only by connecting with it through blood and qi could its essence be drawn out. However, Saintess Zhen Yue and the Soul-Slaying Dharma King were clearly internal energy martial artists, and their blood and qi could not be released outwards like his.

How to do it?

Chen Zhan looked at them with interest and laughed, "It's not a fight to the death, but rather a purge of our own ranks. How did you end up on such a wicked path?"

"A heretical path? What is a heretical path? The Ming Dynasty wants to exterminate the Holy Sect, and even the self-proclaimed righteous sects want to get involved. We have no choice but to kill, to fight our way out, to kill until they are afraid!"

Why does the imperial court want to exterminate you?

"Hmph, the way of heaven and human relations is the survival of the fittest, and the weak will be bullied by the strong."

Zhen Yue's fingertips kept changing as she formed some kind of hand seal, her heart filled with urgency.

Chen Zhan added, "It's alright, pinch slowly, I won't interrupt you."

Zhen Yue kept talking without getting to the point. At this moment, Han Tiange said from behind Chen Zhan:

“A hundred years ago, before the Holy Sect was divided into two, there were many discords. We who practiced the Yellow Court Scripture had a relatively peaceful mindset and would not kill innocent people indiscriminately. However, the lineage that practiced the Hunyuan Scripture became more and more extreme, often killing people and sucking blood, stirring up trouble, and attracting the siege of sects and the imperial court.”

No sooner had Han Tiange finished speaking than Zhen Yue's angry laughter suddenly rang out, shattering the heavy atmosphere beside the ruins:

"Haha, so what?"

Her hand gestures didn't stop; her movements to mobilize the power of the relic grew increasingly urgent, yet her tone was full of disdain and stubbornness, each word ringing out firmly:

"We are merely acting in accordance with the wishes of the First Holy Lord! The Primordial Chaos Heart Method is inherently like this; the path of cultivation inherently requires plundering for nourishment! Moreover, the First Holy Lord killed monks to refine treasures, causing the three major Buddhist sects to suffer a break in their lineage, and other sects in the martial world also suffered many calamities. His actions were a hundred or a thousand times more cruel and ruthless than ours!"

"What do you mean by indiscriminate killing? Once you step into the world of martial arts, you should be prepared for life and death! The law of the jungle is the ultimate truth of the world, and we are just acting according to our conscience!"

Zhen Yue's voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of hysterical excitement.
"In the end, it's just that they're not strong enough, which is why they're being attacked by the righteous path and the imperial court! If they had the talent of the first Holy Lord, wielding the power of the relic and sweeping across the martial world, who would dare to oppose them? Who would dare to besiege them?"

She completely disagreed with Han Tiange's claim of it being a "wrong path," and instead believed that what she was upholding was the most orthodox tradition of the Holy Sect.

The aura emanating from the relic grew increasingly intense.

Saintess Zhenyue found it strange; when the Soul-Slaying Dharma King mobilized the power of the relic, it didn't take him this much effort.
Her martial arts skills surpassed those of the Soul-Slaying Dharma King, not to mention her talent; she was unmatched in the entire Holy Sect.

How could it be so difficult?
After she finished speaking, Han Tiange did not refute her, but Chen Zhan shook his head and said, "These villagers are not江湖人 (jianghu people), are they?"

"What's there to regret about food for ants? You're an ant too!"

"Your tone is utterly repulsive. Do you think you're the first Holy Lord?"

"With the relic in hand, what good is your fully mastered Blood Armor? You'll still die!"

As Zhen Yue spoke, a smile appeared on her face, and the red light in her hand intensified. She finally mobilized the essence and blood in the relic on a large scale, and a red blood pillar shot out from the relic, reaching straight to her brow.

From a purely objective perspective, Zhen Yue's words were not entirely wrong; Chen Zhan's earlier words did indeed carry a somewhat didactic tone.

But at this moment, he was certain that the Holy Church was a branch of his lineage in a different world dimension.

As Chen Zhan thought about it, he naturally adopted the perspective of the first Holy Lord, and his previous sense of alienation vanished, replaced by the idea of ​​cleaning up the house.

The moment the red blood stream entered her brow, Saintess Zhenyue's entire body began to change.

Beneath the skin of her exposed wrists and cheeks, beneath her black clothing, bulged blue veins, and then fine red hairs pierced through the skin and emerged.

Her originally slender figure visibly swelled up, her robes creaked as they were stretched, her bones made dull cracking sounds, and her aura became increasingly fierce and violent.

"Stop her from using the transformation technique of the Taotie True Form!" Han Tiange recognized at a glance that Fang Sheng was already invincible when he transformed into the Qiongqi Demon, and Fang Sheng did not yet have the power of the relic, relying solely on himself.

Now that Zhen Yue is absorbing the relic, if it completely transforms into a Taotie, it will possess the power of an ancient ferocious beast.
unimaginable.

Chen Zhan glanced at it, and with a thought, his blood armor suddenly glowed with crimson light. Countless fine threads of qi and blood shot out from the armor, like serpents, heading straight for the Buddha's relic in the air. These threads of qi and blood were originally from the same source as the qi and blood essence within the relic.

Almost the instant it touched the relic, it forcibly entered it, instantly seizing control of the relic and abruptly cutting off the flow of vital energy and essence to Zhen Yue.

Zhen Yue's transformation came to an abrupt end.

His swollen body froze on the spot, the ferocity on his face not yet faded, but was replaced by deep astonishment.

She clearly felt that the connection with the relic was instantly severed, and the continuous flow of power into her body came to an abrupt end.

The newly grown red hair on its body surface also stopped growing.

Looking up abruptly, he saw that the Buddha's relic in the air was no longer emitting a dense blood-red light.
Instead, it began to spin rapidly, constantly breaking free from her lingering aura as it spun. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, it flew straight towards Chen Zhan's direction.

"Pfft~!"

In her astonishment and anger, Zhen Yue suffered a backlash of qi and blood, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. Her body rapidly weakened, her red hair disappeared, and she returned to the size of a normal person.

"you!!!"

"how did you do that?"

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't understand how Chen Zhan could control the relic so instantly.

Seeing Zhen Yue's shocked and angry expression, Chen Zhan understood what was going on.

The reason why members of the Demonic Cult can activate the relics is not because of their own blood and energy foundation, but because of the exclusive technique that the "First Holy Lord" left behind when he left the relics.

By using incantations to activate the vital energy and essence within the relic, the practitioner does not need to possess the same source of vital energy and essence.

This makes perfect sense. Given his strength back then, he didn't need to rely on the power of the relic. Leaving behind the incantation was merely to provide a path for future inheritors to borrow power.

Chen Zhan was too lazy to explain further and ignored Zhen Yue's questions.

With a thought, he suddenly activated the blood wings behind him, and with a flash of crimson light, he instantly approached Saintess Zhenyue.

Its claws moved like lightning, reaching straight for Zhen Yue.

Although Zhen Yue was shocked and furious, she reacted very quickly. Her remaining internal energy surged wildly throughout her body, condensing into a thick internal energy shield in an attempt to resist.

Before Chen Zhan's fingertips even touched the protective shield, the blood and qi surrounding his body surged out, forming a terrifying wind pressure.

With a muffled thud, her internal energy shield was crushed.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Zhan's palm firmly pressed on Zhen Yue's neck, the force strong yet precise, instantly blocking her breath and the flow of internal energy.

Zhen Yue's resistance came to an abrupt halt. The shock and anger in her eyes were quickly replaced by confusion. Then, her eyes rolled back, and she completely lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground.

Chen Zhan withdrew his hand, and with a thought, the crimson blood armor around his body slowly faded away, transforming back into his blood and qi, restoring him to the appearance of an ordinary young man.

He turned to look at Han Tiange and Yan Tieshi, who were meditating to the side, and asked in a calm tone, "Can you still walk?"

Han Tiange and Yan Tieshi had regained some of their strength. Upon hearing this, they helped each other to their feet, exchanged a glance, and nodded to Chen Zhan, saying:
"Thank you, I can still walk."

Chen Zhan said no more, bent down and lifted the unconscious Saintess Zhen Yue with one hand, and grabbed the already cold corpse of the Soul-Slaying Dharma King with the other.

He then began walking towards the capital.

Han Tiange and Yan Tieshi quickly followed, keeping pace with him.

In the darkness, Chen Zhan walked quickly, but also made sure to keep an eye on the two people behind him.

As they approached the capital, Han Tiange said, "Young Master, given our identities, entering the capital in this way might cause us trouble."

Chen Zhan shook his head and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Since Chen Zhan had already said that, she didn't say anything more.

They soon approached the capital city area, and Shen Tong saw Chen Zhan and led his men out of the city to greet him.

Seeing the two men Chen Zhan was carrying, he exclaimed in surprise, "Senior really trusts people! You actually captured them alive?"

Chen Zhan nodded: "You can interrogate this woman. There was also a big bird that ran away in the chaos, and I didn't chase after it."

Shen Tong quickly thanked him, had someone take the woman, and applied pressure to her major acupoints before putting on shackles.

Then he saw two injured people behind Chen Zhan.

Are these two victims?

Chen Zhan said, "Yes, they are from the Persian Demonic Cult, and they are my people."

(End of this chapter)