Míng Luosheng slowly descended to the earth. The previous sea of blood had completely receded, and now a thick, powerful ray of bloody light radiated from the Yàn Dāo (Scarlet Blade). The oppressive aura emanating from him was in no way inferior to the surging power of the sea of blood. He glanced around and declared haughtily, "What the Lord of the Underworld could not achieve, I, the Blood Master, have accomplished. Heh heh, although those from the Underworld cannot enter the real world through the sea of blood, now that I am here, I can certainly lead the Underworld to glory!"

Birdman and Changkong, dragging their exhausted bodies, staggered over. The aura of the sea of blood exuded by Míng Luosheng made them uncomfortable, but this place could no longer tolerate this fellow.

"Seeking death!" Míng Luosheng glared, and with a slight upward flick of his blade, a swath of bloody (dāoguāng, blade light) shot directly toward the crowd, cracking the flagstones on the ground in its wake.

"Go!" Birdman flew up, shielding his chest with his wings. But even the wings of a divine beast could not steadily withstand such an attack. He was blasted against the wall, striking his back with a sharp, aching pain.

Changkong and the remaining disciples of Fó Xiāng (Buddhist Homeland) attempted to form the Fàn Hǎi Jí Tiān Yìn (Vast Sea Gathering Heaven Seal) to resist. Unexpectedly, the Gathering Heaven Seal proved utterly useless against the blade light as it passed. Except for Changkong, who narrowly dodged, all the other disciples were annihilated, leaving no flesh or blood behind.

Old Liu tried to use the Five-Pointed Ice Crystal to lower Ye Xiu's body temperature, but the star shape dissolved instantly upon contact with Ye Xiu's body. He looked back at the battle, realizing that Birdman and Changkong were clearly no match for Míng Luosheng.

"Taste what it's like to have the sea of blood rain down from the heavens." Míng Luosheng licked the Yàn Dāo and immediately traced a circular array seal in the air. The seal emitted a vivid scarlet glow, and in an instant, several red lights swayed back and forth in the space like fluttering skirt hems. "All of you, come and consecrate my blade!"

"Ah!" Birdman, mid-air, was the first to suffer the attack of the bloody light. Surprisingly, despite his incredibly tough wings, the moment the sky full of blade light struck him, his entire body was sliced until no whole skin remained. Even his divine beast spirit eagle was forced away from him.

"Demon-Shattering Sword!" Old Liu deployed the Seven Sword Formation to shield himself and Ye Xiu. However, the power of the red light blade aura far surpassed the speed of the Demon-Shattering Sword. A few strands of blade light pierced through the seven-sword formation and struck his and Ye Xiu’s bodies, ripping flesh and opening wounds anew.

"Hahahaha, this is the true terror of the sea of blood." Míng Luosheng roared to the sky, the Yàn Dāo in his hand standing supreme, seeming to herald his status as the king of weapons.

"Vajra Immovable Ultimate!" At this moment, a grand voice sounded across the scene. Changkong stood firmly in the arena, his hands tightly clenched. His outer garments had fallen away, revealing hardened muscle. A gale rushed from his breath, and following his declaration, all the bloody blade colors converged and hacked towards his single body.

"Hmph, so this is the proud ultimate skill of Fó Xiāng." Míng Luosheng's eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment. "The Vajra Immovable Ultimate enhances all one's intrinsic skills and then absorbs all incoming damage onto one's own body. How long can you withstand the Scarlet Blade's light against that?"

"Changkong..." Old Liu watched as all the red light around him rushed toward Changkong. He wanted to leap forward and strike Míng Luosheng directly, but turning back, he noticed Ye Xiu seemed to be showing some activity.

"Hoo..." After enduring the assault of the bloody light, Ye Xiu seemed to come to his senses, lying on the ground, panting heavily. Everything before his eyes was terribly blurry, only the scent of blood was so intoxicating. "Blood..."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Endless bloody light pierced through Changkong's body. His face, shoulders, back, and chest were all gashed deeply by the red light. The red glow rolled and cut back and forth across every corner of his body; even the bones in his chest were clearly visible. "Birdman, Old Liu, and Death God, I can't hold on. You must not die here. The Yì Shēng Zhī Tǐ (Alien-Born Body) must accept the dominion of fate and fulfill its eternal destiny."

"Chang..." Birdman lay collapsed on the ground, barely breathing. His Heavenly Eye had opened, but the power released by the Scarlet Blade was beyond his foresight. He reached out a hand but could only watch as Changkong, drenched in blood, knelt on the ground.

Míng Luosheng looked down at the fallen Changkong. In his eyes, those of the Kṣitigarbha lineage were natural enemies of the Asura clan. However, he was not killing them now for the sake of the Asura clan, but purely to consecrate his blade with their lives.

Old Liu watched Changkong fall tragically, and something inexplicable suddenly welled up in the depths of his eyes. He snatched up the Demon-Shattering Sword and the Thin Face Blade, a high-grade black talisman already clenched between his teeth. "This is the true appearance of Míng Luosheng, the founder of the Ancient Odd Blood Dao. But how can the current me possibly contend with such a formidable Scarlet Blade light?"

"Hoo!" Míng Luosheng vaguely sensed the killing intent radiating from Old Liu. As he turned to look, a burst of bloody light slammed toward that direction as well. He moved along with the light, and before Old Liu could activate the black talisman, a merciless blade struck straight for Old Liu's heart.

"Pfft!" A spray of scarlet blood splattered across Old Liu's face. He felt a chill shoot through his back. When his vision cleared, he realized that Ye Xiu had precisely caught Míng Luosheng's blade, standing firmly in front of him—this fellow had instantly used one hand to block the Scarlet Blade for him.

"Death God!" Míng Luosheng turned his head to look at Ye Xiu beside him. At this moment, Ye Xiu was once again hanging his head low, his hair long since soaked by the water of the sea of blood, hanging straight to his ears. One hand gripped the Scarlet Blade tightly, while the other was casually thrust into the pocket of his tattered denim jeans. "To effortlessly borrow the power of the Scarlet Blade... indeed, you are no ordinary figure."

"Ye Xiu... you..." Old Liu snapped out of his shock. He had never truly witnessed Ye Xiu lose control, but seeing him appear like this now, although strange, didn't feel like a complete loss of control. He took a breath. "You really keep people worried, don't you?"

"Heh!" Ye Xiu glanced sideways at Old Liu, then threw his arm backward, driving the Scarlet Blade fiercely into the wall behind him. He exhaled mist toward Míng Luosheng. "Thank you for the guidance. It seems the Scarlet Blade light is hesitant toward me. It cannot harm me!"

Míng Luosheng sucked in a sharp breath and retreated several steps. He summoned the Scarlet Blade back into his hand and examined it closely, a trace of fear entering his heart: "The water of the sea of blood has merged into your body. For the Yàn Dāo, which relies on the nether-blood essence, you possess extremely powerful control. Therefore, the Yàn Dāo is ineffective against you."