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Chapter 820: Slaughter Like Butchery, White Fists
Chapter 820: Slaughter Like Butchery, White Fists
How deep was Luo Chen's murderous intent?
It was immeasurable!
In his lifetime, he had killed countless beings, constantly engaging in bloody battles, and particularly favoring large-scale offensive spells.
The number of lives that had perished at his hands was incalculable.
During his usual cultivation, he often used cleansing techniques and dragon-slaying techniques to remove the blood malefic energy left behind from slaughtering beings, fearing its influence on himself.
But even though the malefic energy was dispelled, his murderous intent became even more pure and condensed.
For so many years, this murderous intent had been suppressed.
Until this very moment!
When this overwhelming murderous intent spread without restraint, all those of equal or higher cultivation trembled in fear, feeling as if they had a sharp blade at their backs.
Especially when they saw the darkness that had previously enveloped Luo Chen now completely gone, everyone understood the significance of this scene.
The Lightless Demon Emperor had fallen!
Another Fourth Stage Demon Monarch had died at his hands!
Who in the Tyrant Blade Domain could stop him now?
Once he joined a battle, the already struggling Demon Race would have no chance of turning the tide.
Almost at the moment Luo Chen's murderous intent spread, the situations in various battlefields underwent subtle changes.
The Demon Emperor's attacks became even more ferocious, and his range of movement expanded.
The aftermath of battles between Nascent Soul Realm cultivators brought immeasurable impact to this vast land.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Some earth veins were pierced, and scorching magma erupted into the sky.
Amidst the bloody storm, another dazzling battle fire ignited.
Luo Chen stood atop a pillar of magma, showing no intention of joining any battle with his peers.
His radiant spirit eyes swept across the surroundings.
The blood sword in his hand clanged.
"Are you excited too?"
"Excited by my unrestrained murderous intent?"
Luo Chen slowly raised his right hand, and the Yuan Tu Sword reflected his youthful and demonic face.
"Since it's like this, then let's go!"
As if talking to himself, Luo Chen casually threw the sword, and his hands began to form intricate seals.
The Yuan Tu Sword let out a low hum and suddenly broke through the air.
It transformed into a blood-red light, slaughtering its way into the hordes of low-level demons swarming like headless flies.
Sizzle...
Its speed was too fast for the naked eye to see.
Its force was unstoppable by physical bodies.
Wherever the sword light passed, no living being survived.
A Third Stage Demon King, several dozen zhang tall, opened its blood basin-like mouth, forcefully swallowing the sword light.
But in an instant, the Yuan Tu Sword pierced through its body.
The massive Demon King stiffened in place and finally collapsed.
The blood within its body seemed to be drawn by some force, chasing after the sword light.
The sword light showed no signs of stopping, and within a thousand li radius around Luo Chen, there was no opponent who could match him.
Luo Chen stood atop pillars of flame, rapidly moving across the battlefield shrouded in blood, storm, and black smoke.
In his sight, there was only the increasingly dense blood cloud.
Whoosh!
A dazzling sword light transformed into a thousand zhang tall pillar and slashed down.
The beast tide surrounding Xuan Tie Dao Guan was reduced by a quarter with this single strike. The remaining demons completely collapsed, and their survival instincts drove them to flee outside the Tyrant Blade Domain.
Luo Chen and Tie Guan Daoren exchanged a glance, saying nothing, and continued to change battlefields.
The latter acknowledged this favor and took the opportunity to recall the two guardian protectors of the Tortoise and Snake, simultaneously attacking the bare-chested Demon Emperor. The balance of victory had completely tilted.
Luo Chen didn't care whether they appreciated his gesture or not.
He had only made that move because there were enough demons gathered here, and he was just taking advantage of the situation.
He continued to control the Yuan Tu Sword to pursue low-level demons, and the blood cloud following the sword light grew thicker.
Suddenly, a thin, cicada-wing-like flying sword brushed past his face.
It truly grazed his face, almost piercing his skull.
In the void, a cicada's cry rang out, expressing disbelief that this sure-kill move had missed.
Luo Chen's expression remained unchanged as he reached out to grab the flying sword.
Golden light burst forth, as if it could cut through anything.
But Luo Chen didn't stop at all, seizing the opportunity to catch the flying sword before it could escape.
With a sudden jerk!
Clang!
A large amount of blood burst out from the void.
Looking at the thin, cicada-wing-like flying sword in Luo Chen's hand, it was not a flying sword at all, but merely a thin, golden cicada wing!
"Six-Winged Golden Cicada, Dark Crying Demon Emperor?"
In the void, the Dark Crying Demon Emperor revealed himself, but his six wings were gone, leaving only five cicada wings.
His eyes revealed a sense of indignation.
"You, a higher-level cultivator, slaughter low-level demons without restraint. Alchemy Sect, do you even have the demeanor of a True Man?"
"Demeanor?"
Luo Chen sneered, "You sneak-attacked me without warning, is that your demeanor as a Demon Emperor?"
Then, he shouted, "How many low-level disciples of my sect have died at the hands of you Demon Kings and Demon Emperors? Did you ever show any demeanor then?"
Dark Crying was taken aback and didn't have time to respond before a sense of extreme danger arose.
Hiss!
A sword beam suddenly appeared behind him, slashing down.
At the critical moment, he barely dodged, but a golden cicada wing remained in the void.
Just as he frantically reappeared, a golden-armored giant resembling a celestial warrior descended from the heavens, grabbing him.
Fu Lao, panting heavily, stood atop the golden-armored giant, apologetically looking at Luo Chen.
"Sorry, it was I who failed to stop this demon, allowing her to disturb you, fellow cultivator."
Luo Chen held two cicada wings, smiling slightly, "It's fine, I'll take care of the rest."
After speaking, he put the still-steaming cicada wing into his storage ring and stepped into the blood cloud.
The Yuan Tu Sword rang out, flying towards the edge of the Tyrant Blade Domain.
Too many low-level demon beasts dared not face the battle of a Nascent Soul-level cultivator, forcing them to flee to the edge.
They wanted to escape!
But they were trapped within the Heavenly Tribulation Twelve Divine Fiends Array.
At this moment, before Luo Chen, they were like lambs to the slaughter.
The Yuan Tu Sword slashed down, its power erupting and spraying forth.
Luo Chen could feel the sword spirit, sealed within the third layer, now exuding a lively will.
Luo Chen looked down at the blood cloud beneath him, his expression thoughtful.
Compared to the forcibly refined Crimson Heaven Sword Qi, it seemed that the blood cloud that accompanied the slaughter was what the Yuan Tu Sword Spirit liked the most?
Why was this so?
"When this sword first came into being, it was named the God-Slaying Sword because it was rumored to have slain a divine being."
"And that divine being, if nothing unexpected happened, should be the Blood Sea Old Ancestor of the Yuan Mo Sect."
"So, has the Yuan Tu Sword Spirit taken on the habits of the Blood Sea Old Ancestor?"
As Luo Chen pondered, a hurried voice reached his ears.
"Fellow cultivator Luo, be careful!"
Luo Chen abruptly looked up, and in his line of sight, a giant fist pierced through the array's light curtain, breaking through the void from outside the domain, and smashed towards him.
Without hesitation, he punched back.
Boom!
The void trembled, and the blood cloud collapsed.
Luo Chen stood tall in the air, allowing the blood cloud to gather beneath his feet once more.
His eyes, however, were fixed on the slowly retracting giant fist and the furious eyes of its owner.
A fourth-stage Demon Emperor who cultivated both body and law?
It was a bald man, currently watching the sword light that continued its slaughter without pause, and he roared angrily, "Come out!"
Luo Chen tugged at the corner of his mouth, not bothering to respond.
Instead, he looked at another figure who had hurriedly arrived late.
"Is this the help you promised?"
The Divine Fire Master smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, this demon found a loophole, it won't happen again."
"Hmph!"
Luo Chen coldly snorted and turned to leave.
The blood cloud stretched across the sky, casting a shadow over the land.
The slaughter continued.
The battle remained fierce.
A piercing, mournful cry shook the heavens and the earth.
It signified that another fourth-stage Demon Emperor had been utterly annihilated.
Luo Chen had once witnessed Jin Ling Zhenren dispersing a Demon Emperor's physical body, the Demon Emperor's Nascent Soul constantly teleporting, only to be blocked by the Heavenly Tribulation Twelve Divine Fiends Array.
A golden feather pierced through the Nascent Soul, stringing it up like a sugar-coated hawthorn.
Looking at the Nascent Soul that resembled a young beast, Jin Ling Zhenren, in front of Luo Chen, disdainfully said, "Not of our human race, yet you learn the art of transformation and divine cultivation, ultimately falling into a state of neither fish nor fowl."
Then, with a shake of Jin Ling, the Nascent Soul shattered abruptly.
Jin Ling Zhenren took a deep look at Luo Chen before floating away to pursue another Demon Emperor who had previously besieged him.
Luo Chen's expression was as usual, unbothered by this provocation.
Standing tall in the blood cloud, he continued his slaughter.
However, unlike the previous grand and unrestrained slaughter, as he fought with the Yuan Tu Sword, he became increasingly familiar with the techniques of the Thousand Zenith Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Scripture.
The sword light divided, and the sword energy transformed into a dragon.
Countless sword threads, and even the Giant Sword Technique and the Merging Sword Escape...
These techniques, which once seemed profoundly mysterious, became increasingly familiar in battle.
Wan Jian Pavilion's Li Guozhu, who had already defeated his opponent, somehow ended up behind Luo Chen, watching him experiment and explore, his eyes filled with complexity.
Others saw it as a perilous ambush.
But for Luo Chen, it had become a trial to temper himself.
"Treating life-and-death battles as a whetstone to temper oneself, such a mindset aligns with my path of sword cultivation."
"No wonder he agreed to discuss the Jade Emperor Clear Vision Liquid with me!"
"This pill holds great value for him too!"
Luo Chen paid no heed to Li Guozhu's prying.
His current actions were also very different from his usual style.
He rarely treated life-and-death battles as a means to temper himself, often giving his all.
The reason for doing so now was simply because the situation was already settled!
When the Heavenly Tribulation Twelve Divine Fiends Array descended, and when the six mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, even the Nine Spirit Lord, a powerhouse comparable to a Grand Cultivator, joined forces to invade the Tyrant Blade Domain, the outcome had already been decided.
Hum...
The terrifying chirping of cicadas suddenly reverberated across a thousand li in all directions.
Luo Chen looked up and saw a golden-armored giant shatter into pieces.
Subsequently, Fu Lao emerged from within, appearing disheveled.
Although he looked disheveled, he had managed to survive.
As for the Six-Winged Golden Cicada, after Luo Chen had broken two of its wings, it was no longer a match for Fu Lao.
Swish!
A Daoist with an iron ruler flew towards Luo Chen and Li Guozhu.
It was Tie Guan Daoren.
"I've taken care of my side."
Li Guozhu praised, "Tie Guan Daoren, your methods are impressive. Even when surrounded by so many demonic beasts, you managed to kill a powerful Demon Monarch."
Tie Guan Daoren remained unmoved, his expression calm. "Your praise is misplaced. These trivial methods are nothing compared to the Alchemy Sect's ability to annihilate enemies in an instant, nor can they match Jin Ling Daoyou's strength in fighting two opponents alone. Even Li Guozhu personally slaying one of the only two Fourth Stage Mid-stage Demon Monarchs present is not something I can compare to."
Li Guozhu smiled and stroked his flowing beard, appearing somewhat self-satisfied.
However, as his gaze swept over the scattered Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, a hint of apprehension surfaced in his heart.
In times of peace, everyone had kept their abilities hidden, only judging each other by their cultivation levels.
Because of the renowned lethality of sword cultivators, Luo Chen had earned the title of the strongest among his peers.
But now, in this life-and-death struggle, each person had their own unique methods, and none of them seemed weak compared to the sword cultivators.
Especially that Nine Spirit Lord!
Previously, it was said that he had formidable spiritual power but lacked refined techniques.
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The five Nascent Soul Realm cultivators stood in different locations, looking down at a battle that had reached the depths of the earth's veins without anyone noticing.
The Nine-Colored Light River continued to flow unceasingly.
Thunderous light flickered, but it gradually weakened.
"This demon is about to be defeated!" Li Guozhu observed for a while and came to this conclusion.
The others nodded in agreement.
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But now, it seemed that they had overestimated its strength.
Luo Chen's eyes flickered with uncertainty.
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Was it because the cultivation speed of demons was inherently slow? Or had the injuries from the battle a hundred years ago been so severe that it had spent the last century recovering, thus hindering its progress?
If the Nine Spirit Lord could kill it, that would be a good thing.
Even if this demon was foolish, it would still remember Luo Chen.
If news of Luo Chen reached Cang Wu Mountain, it might bring unnecessary trouble.
Just as Luo Chen was thinking this, the battle deep within the earth was nearing its end.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth's crust shook, and the ground cracked.
Countless lava gushed out and then flowed back in.
The faint thunderous light suddenly intensified.
Boom!
A loud explosion was heard, and the Nine-Colored Light River instantly broke apart.
A streak of light flew out from within.
Upon closer inspection, there was no longer any majestic thunderous phoenix, only a glowing orb.
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"We can't let this thief escape!" Luo Chen made a swift decision and shouted.
The other cultivators didn't hesitate to join the pursuit.
In the night sky, sword lights, iron rulers, and golden feathers attacked the Nascent Soul from various directions.
Among them was Luo Chen's attack, the Yuan Tu Sword transforming into a streak of blood light that pierced through the air.
Just at this critical moment, the light barrier covering the Tyrant Blade Domain suddenly vanished.
Ripples appeared in the void.
A pure white fist slowly extended from the ripples.
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Boom!
A loud explosion was heard, and all the attacks burst like fireworks.
Beautiful, but without any threat.
In the instant Luo Chen saw the white fist, his pupils contracted, but he didn't stop.
The Blood Sword's tip spun wildly, stabbing towards the fist.
Ding!
The Blood Sword was struck and rebounded.
From the ground, a muffled roar echoed, and the Nine Spirit Lord rose into the sky, surrounded by nine colorful light bands, appearing divine.
But as quickly as he appeared, he vanished.
Almost no one could see how the white fist's owner had attacked; the next moment, they witnessed the Nine Spirit Lord falling to the ground, his shoulders slumping.
The ripples in the void slowly dissipated.
The six cultivators, having achieved a fruitful battle, now stared at each other in silence.
The Tyrant Blade Domain, which had been in constant turmoil, now fell eerily quiet.
Luo Chen gripped the Blood Sword, his right hand trembling.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a red spot on the sword's tip.
(End of Chapter)
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