What lay before him were over ten thousand supremely powerful experts, all top-tier sustenance—if he could devour them all, how far could that sword advance?
The Blood of Yan and Huang swayed precariously in the air, much like a drunken man, utterly beside himself with excitement. It did nothing but spin in dizzying circles overhead, occasionally emitting a tremor-inducing sword-cry, lost in a beautiful dream from which it could not wake…
Jun Moxie reaped the lives of the alien warriors like a gust of wind, yet, strangely, the Blood of Yan and Huang remained unusually silent. He found himself wondering why the sword was so subdued today; could a blade possess mercy, unwilling to commit slaughter? He couldn't help but look up, only to see the Blood of Yan and Huang flying around like a headless fly, issuing those dreamlike sword-cries…
What reached Jun Moxie’s ears sounded like the Blood of Yan and Huang shouting in sheer ecstasy: “Hahahaha… I’m rich! This is a true fortune, so much fine material… Hahahaha…” Jun Moxie’s face instantly darkened.
He instantly bellowed out, “What the hell is wrong with you? Why aren’t you taking action yet? Damn it, what are you getting so excited about? If you keep this up, we’ll miss the main course entirely!”
The Blood of Yan and Huang immediately grew anxious, letting out a long cry to the heavens: “Who dares try to snatch my meal?!” With a whoosh, it scattered a canopy of sword-light, rushing downward like one colossal shining blade!
Above the intensely tragic battlefield, the rush of sword-light was suddenly visible. A divine Void-Controlling Blade carved a mysterious trajectory saturated with the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, piercing deeply into both the front and back of a Supreme Heavenly Ninja. The already brilliant glow intensified further, enveloped in swirling, radiant crimson mist.
In the blink of an eye, this formidable Supreme Heavenly Ninja’s entire body withered into a mere husk. In the next moment, the bones scattered upon the ground, ultimately failing to retain even their shape, shattering completely—literally ground to dust and dispersed to the winds.
As for the sword, it continued its journey with a clear, crisp cry, moving along a trajectory that the Raptor Men could not possibly predict. Effortlessly, casually, it pierced through two more Supreme Heavenly Ninjas in succession—absolutely no difficulty involved!
If it weren't for the sword pausing momentarily after each kill to savor the spoils of victory, its tally would likely have multiplied several times over. Even so, as the slaughter continued, the time the Blood of Yan and Huang spent digesting its gains became progressively shorter. The sword-light spun rapidly, darting east and west; wherever it passed, it left behind only piles of desiccated skeletons. Those lucky enough to be pierced cleanly were left with shriveled corpses; the unlucky ones turned directly into bone or ash!
The efficiency of the Blood of Yan and Huang became increasingly astonishing. Often, with a mere flash of the sword-light, several bodies would suddenly wither. It would slice through along one line, then dart back along another, repeating this cycle incessantly!
Who could possibly withstand such terrifying might?!
It wasn't as if the alien forces failed to notice this demon-like sword. In fact, many had already deployed various methods to intercept it, but the effect of those interdictions was zero.
The inherent power of the Blood of Yan and Huang almost surpassed that of Young Master Jun himself, and there was no one on this battlefield capable of resisting it. Furthermore, being an entity perfectly suited for high-speed movement, its extreme velocity far exceeded the reaction limits of everyone present. So elusive and unpredictable, no opponent lasted a single exchange beneath its edge!
Jun Moxie’s own tactics were brutally forceful, favoring wide, sweeping arcs; wherever he moved, men and horses were thrown into chaos, rapidly pushing toward where Gu Han was stationed. In front of and behind the Young Master, violently fierce explosions erupted intermittently—the desperate measures of masters forced into self-detonation.
Alas, such extreme measures were utterly meaningless against Young Master Jun, who possessed the genuine ability to vanish into the void. Could even the fiercest explosion shatter the void itself?!
As time trickled by, the overall situation of the grand battle grew clearer. Although the Holy Land had over forty experts at the Saint Venerable level or higher providing some measure of balance, this equilibrium was gradually collapsing as time wore on. The situation became increasingly unfavorable. Despite the heavy losses inflicted on the alien forces by the three great scourges—Gu Han, Jun Moxie, and the Blood of Yan and Huang—local advantages could never overturn the tide of the entire battle!
Leng Tong’s native cultivation was only at the Saint level. Facing an alien army whose lowest ranks started at the genuine Saint Sovereign level, he was at a disadvantage everywhere, unable to fully exert his strength! At this moment, his three comrades who had been fighting beside him had all been scattered. For those from the Holy Land, any member whose strength hadn't reached the Saint Venerable tier had to prepare for self-detonation if they became isolated in the fighting. Everywhere in the throng, intense slaughter raged, danger lurking in every shadow, and Leng Tong had now fallen into such a predicament!
The three comrades scattered earlier, like Leng Tong, were only at the Saint level. Their self-detonation attacks merely injured the enemy without yielding greater results. In truth, achieving any injury to a Saint Sovereign master with an attack from a Saint was already an exceptional feat, but this outcome only filled the blood-crazed Leng Tong with bitter grief and indignation…
Death itself was not terrifying; what truly frightened him was dying without achieving anything of value!
The more anxious his heart became, the worse his performance grew. His foot suddenly slipped—he had been struck again, this time by a palm strike from an alien Saint Sovereign. How could such a blow be easily endured? A sweetness flooded Leng Tong’s throat, and a mouthful of blood rushed up. Yet, before he could spit it out, Leng Tong spun around abruptly, gritting his teeth until blood stained the corners of his mouth, roaring with a monstrous ferocity. Disregarding all defense, he threw himself forward, clinging tightly to the alien Saint Sovereign who had just wounded him. He ignored the maniacal beating the enemy delivered and savagely sank his teeth into that Sovereign’s throat!
With a crack, blood sprayed. Those stark white teeth had completely crushed the alien Saint Sovereign’s throat bone!
This turn of events was utterly sudden. The Sovereign’s eyes bulged in stunned disbelief as he stared at Leng Tong, but his entire body lost its strength. The female body behind him shrieked wildly, spinning around instantly and slamming three rapid strikes into Leng Tong.
Crack-crack-crack sounds echoed continuously. Blood streamed from Leng Tong’s seven orifices, but he still held a savage grin, his arms locked onto the male Saint Sovereign’s body like an octopus. He abruptly surged his entire Xuan energy, causing his body to inflate suddenly.
The male half of the alien Saint Sovereign’s body was finished, his combat strength instantly plummeting. The female body, unable to shake off Leng Tong’s entanglement in her haste, realized the opponent was about to unleash his final self-detonation attack. She shrieked in terror, landing blow after blow on Leng Tong’s body, desperately hoping to break free and snatch a sliver of luck.
But Leng Tong laughed maniacally, roaring, “Are you scared?! You mutated scum, come die with me, keep me company!” With a sudden surge of Xuan Qi, his body, already maximally distended, exploded outward!
The violent blast wave instantly tore the Supreme Heavenly Ninja’s body into two pieces, flinging them far apart, where they disintegrated further in mid-air!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—several more figures soared through the air, drenched in their own gore. These were the Saint Venerable masters who had previously followed Xia Changtian. Their faces were contorted into masks of utter savagery; most of their bodies were mutilated, blood spurting from wounds, yet they flew like moths to a flame, crashing headlong into several densely packed alien formations!
Immediately following, several terrifying explosions sounded in succession, instantly clearing a large swath of territory; over a hundred alien masters perished alongside them. The detonation points were not far from Jun Moxie’s position; having witnessed this magnificent scene almost firsthand, the Young Master felt a pang of emotion.
Regardless of their past actions, right or wrong, all their successes and failures, however base or despicable their methods—it all vanished into oblivion with that single blast!
Mo Wudao, possessing only the cultivation of a Venerable, fought desperately in a shower of blood under the protection of several Holy Land experts. He shouted anxiously, “What time is it for! Why are you still guarding me? Go kill the enemy! Don’t mind me, hurry up and kill!”
Seeing the protective experts hesitate, unwilling to leave, Mo Wudao roared, then let out a long, piercing cry, breaking away from the group. His sword slashed the air like lightning as he charged out, bellowing: “My Holy Land! Owes nothing to the world!” His voice was tragic, like a weeping cry of blood!
The instant he shouted those words, the masters surrounding him clearly saw two tears silently slide down Mo Wudao’s tragically contorted face, only to be instantly dried by the hurricane rushing toward him…
Then, a flash of sword-light—Mo Wudao plunged into the alien ranks, body and sword combined! Amidst the noisy shouts, a massive boom sounded, and the Master of the World-Warding Immortal Palace transformed into a vast, crimson cloud of color in the sky!
To be fair, Mo Wudao, as merely a Venerable, was among the lowest in strength among all combatants. His self-detonation attack didn't kill many alien masters, and few were even injured—its overall effect was extremely limited. However, his tragic martyrdom created an astonishing impact!
All the members of the World-Warding Immortal Palace who witnessed this sight—some several hundred in total—roared out simultaneously. Some even had blood seeping from the corners of their eyes, screaming mournfully as they charged forward.
In that moment, everyone felt their own blood burning fiercely, instantly heating to an absolutely terrifying degree; there was nothing left for them but death, or glorious death in battle!
“My Holy Land owes nothing to the world!” shouted several hundred experts of the World-Warding Immortal Palace in unison, laughing and roaring toward the heavens!
It was as if they were swearing an oath, proving a point, or perhaps screaming out to the entire human world!
Then, they resolutely plunged into the dense formations of alien masters, ending with a unified, explosive sound—the final resounding echo of the World-Warding Immortal Palace in this world!
The spattered blood and flesh instantly cleared a vast expanse of land, raising countless heroic souls into the ether!
“Mo Wudao, World-Warding Immortal Palace! Heh heh heh,” Xi Ruochen, his tall figure standing with his sword horizontal, his face radiating clear resolve, suddenly shouted sharply, “The World-Warding Immortal Palace claims to owe nothing to the world—what about my Supreme Golden City?!”