novelraw Chapter 199 This sword strike contained the power of 480,000 Blood God Children
Chapter 199 This sword strike contained the power of 480,000 Blood God Children
Chapter 199 This sword strike contained the power of four million eight hundred thousand Blood God Children
Modi raised his greatsword and looked down.
The demigod's body, constructed from a sea of blood, was already over a hundred meters tall, and every move it made had a series of effects.
His very existence is a natural disaster.
"This is the seventh time already, and if you include this time, it will be the eighth."
The face, formed from writhing blood, opened its mouth slightly, its voice still as loud as thunder.
"I hope your ruthless heart can withstand this double blow, both physical and mental."
Having said that, he swung his greatsword down and slammed it down heavily.
The chasm on the ground widened and deepened again, and the figure that had just struggled to climb out fell into the abyss once more.
"This is the eighth time."
Modi planted the greatsword in the ground, his gaze shifting to the man-made canyon, settling on the white-clad, blood-stained figure with a twisted body.
At this moment, Wan Jinghan was no longer as calm and composed as before. His face was covered in blood, and he had multiple fractures. His divine weapon was also broken into several pieces and lay not far from him.
He struggled to his feet, his expression no longer calm; it was contorted with rage, resentment, and hatred—all sorts of expressions that shouldn't have appeared on his face were now crammed together.
His Daoist heart was shattered.
Those eight sword strikes weren't just physical attacks; they also incorporated techniques from the "Scripture of Passionate Love."
Modi gathered the emotions of all living beings nearby, stuffed them all into the sword, and smashed them into Wan Jinghan's heart with the greatsword.
Numerous emotions stirred his own feelings, causing his already imperfect, ruthless Dao heart to crumble.
His inner demons struck him again, and Wan Jinghan recalled his original intention in embarking on the Path of Ruthlessness.
That was a past he was ashamed to talk about. Before he became the number one Grandmaster, or even before he reached the Divine Gang Realm, he had a relationship with his junior sister.
During that time, he was obsessed with swordsmanship and secluded himself for many days. When he came out of seclusion, he found that his partner had been going down the mountain frequently and contacting a male cultivator.
After some investigation, he was shocked and furious to discover that the two were having an affair. The male cultivator was the holy son of a certain evil sect, and their relationship had already begun before he and his junior sister became Daoist partners.
In other words, he became the one who took over.
He angrily reported the matter to the sect's Enforcement Hall, but his anger clouded his judgment and caused him to overlook one thing: his junior sister was the daughter of one of the elders of the Enforcement Hall.
The rest is history. He was falsely accused, and after breaking off his relationship with his junior sister, he was extorted for half of his wealth and was scorned by the other disciples of Hidden Sword Peak.
If Hidden Sword Peak weren't an evil sect, he would probably have had at least half of his cultivation taken away—evil sects always have ways to transfer cultivation.
With nowhere else to turn, he came into contact with the ruthless path of inheritance.
He eradicated his superfluous emotions and made rapid progress in his cultivation. Later, he even became a disciple of the sect leader. At this time, those who had previously treated him coldly all came to curry favor with him.
Once he became a grandmaster, all those who had grudges against him, including his junior sister, were killed overnight, and their heads were presented to him.
Unfortunately, by then he had already severed all emotional attachments and desires, and had little feeling left, so he naturally did not feel any joy.
Now, with the emotions that had disappeared for many years returning, Wan Jinghan is filled with mixed feelings, but what he feels most is resentment.
He was just a little bit away from fulfilling his obsession and taking another step forward.
At that time, he will be able to glimpse the realm above the Grandmaster, and even transform into the ruthless Heavenly Dao.
"How hateful, how hateful! One wrong move and the whole game is lost," he murmured.
His Dao heart was shattered and could not be rebuilt. The realm of the Grandmaster he once possessed was now far beyond his reach.
Puzzle and doubt lingered in my mind.
Before the Battle of Tianyong City, he had never heard of the name of the Styx Daoist and had no idea that the successor he had chosen was related to him.
Even though he had heard of the name, his deep-seated arrogance made him disdain it. Until just now, he still believed that he could defeat it as long as he made a move.
However... Wan Jinghan looked up at that enormous figure, his heart filled with bitterness.
The power possessed by Daoist Styx clearly exceeded the scope of a Grandmaster, and this power was something he had never heard of or seen before.
Now, he doesn't even dare to harbor resentment.
"This sword strike carries the power of four million eight hundred thousand Blood God Children; let it be used to send you off the stage."
The giant roared and swung his blood-red greatsword down, slashing heavily at him.
The giant sword parted the air and slammed into Wan Jinghan before he could react.
This sword strike was unreserved, unlike the previous strikes which were mixed with many emotions in order to shatter his Dao heart; it contained only pure power.
After the sword strike, dust billowed, and the enormous east-west canyon became even deeper.
Modi was certain that with this sword strike, not even minced meat would remain.
The first Master to withdraw from the Ghost Immortal War has emerged, and those Ghost Immortals who sided with Wan Jinghan have also vanished.
Hidden Sword Peak exists in name only. Although a number of disciples and elders are still there, they lack top-tier combat power and will soon be wiped out by other forces.
Modi has already relinquished his demigod form. Looking around, all that can be seen are ravines and canyons. No one would imagine that this place was once Hidden Sword Peak.
"Fellow Daoist, your skills are remarkable. Judging from your current performance, you are probably not far from the legendary Celestial Realm."
You Qingxiang walked over with a smile on his face and casually tossed him a wine cup.
Modi caught it steadily, without spilling a single drop of wine.
"Far from it, far from it." He waved his hand, downed the wine in one gulp, and said, "The further you go, the more you'll realize the gap between your sincerity and that of the Martial Ancestor. The Celestial Realm isn't something you can achieve easily."
"Speaking of which, where did the Grandmaster learn about this realm?"
"I once obtained a manuscript left behind by the Martial Ancestor, which recorded some of his insights," You Qingxiang said with a smile.
"I see. That's not surprising. The Martial Ancestor is someone who likes to leave opportunities everywhere."
Mo Di nodded, then asked, "Grandmaster, since you haven't sided with Hidden Sword Peak, why did you intervene to relieve their predicament?"
Wan Jinghan is dead, and the ghost immortals who sought refuge at Cangjian Peak have all vanished into thin air.
The fact that You Qingxiang is still here only proves that he never joined Cangjian Peak.
"As I said before, I only wanted to teach those traitors a lesson this time."
The traitors he was referring to were naturally former members of the Food Cult, who have now all joined the Pill Refining Bureau.
"Those traitors have created so many heinous demons and monsters. They've forgotten the teachings I passed down. I'll drag them out and kill them all sooner or later," he said angrily.
Mo Di had an idea and suggested, "Since the Grandmaster doesn't yet have a faction to belong to, why not come to my Blood God Sect? I guarantee the Grandmaster will feel right at home."
"I think you just want me to run errands and set up formations for you, to change the celestial phenomena, right?"
You Qingxiang laughed and scolded, "Don't think I haven't been to your place. I've heard a little about the Blood God Sect's weather control device and spirit-gathering array."
"However, I do not want to join any faction for the time being. I just want to travel around and see what the various Masters are doing."
After declining Mo Di's invitation, You Qingxiang waved his hand and turned to leave.
Judging from the direction he left, he was probably heading to the capital.
Modi withdrew his farewell gaze, and the Blood God's body dissolved and seeped into the demiplane on its own.
"Since we already have the first Master to leave the stage, one more won't make a difference. I think it's time for the Golden Wolf Royal Court to leave the stage as well."
In Yuzhou, inside the Golden Wolf King's tent, Khan Erden looked at the urgent report in his hand, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
He never imagined that the conflict between the imperial court and Cangjian Peak would break out so suddenly, and he never imagined that Cangjian Peak could resolve this crisis with just two people.
"Grandmaster... Is it really possible that someone can single-handedly defeat an entire nation?"
As he was deep in thought, his heart skipped a beat when he heard hurried footsteps outside.
He had heard similar sounds many times during this period, to the point that it had almost become a conditioned reflex.
He looked up and saw a soldier, covered in sweat and panting, holding a piece of intelligence in his hand.
"Your Majesty, there is an urgent report."
Erden didn't waste any words. He took the intelligence, glanced at it, and his pupils dilated instantly, his face turning ashen.
"The power of an individual can reach this level?" he murmured, his pupils unfocused.
He had imagined many scenarios for the Master's departure, such as a massive army overwhelming the city and capturing its strongholds, or several grandmaster-level demon immortals joining forces to assassinate the Master.
I never imagined a situation where one person could wipe an entire faction off the map.
He quickly summoned his confidants, told them about the destruction of Hidden Sword Peak by the Styx Daoist, and asked for their opinions.
After a brief moment of shock, one of his trusted confidants hesitated before saying, "How about we withdraw from Yuzhou and return to our ancestral homeland on the grasslands?"
Before Erden could speak, one of his confidants retorted, "No, we have finally gotten a chance to enter the pass. If we retreat now, we may never have another chance."
"Besides, our ancestral land is barren, not even a fraction as valuable as the Nine Provinces of the Great Qian Dynasty. Do you really want to abandon this land?"
"If we don't give up, are we just going to wait to die? You know how terrifying the Blood God Cult is."
His trusted subordinates started arguing amongst themselves, which gave Erden a headache.
He took a breath, then exhaled, regaining his sweaty composure. "Quiet down, all of you."
The confidants promptly shut their mouths, and no one dared to provoke the Khan at this moment.
Apart from another soldier who brought an urgent report.
"Report, Great Khan, enemy activity has been detected outside the city!"
Erden took another deep breath, feeling a surge of bad news coming one after another, which made him angry but powerless to do anything about it.
He had no choice but to accept the helmet handed to him by his confidant, pick up his battle blade, and mutter to himself as he walked out of the royal tent, "It must be that King Zhao of Qizhou again. I wonder where he found so many ghost immortals. Could it be that all the ghost immortals in the Great Qian Dynasty are flocking to him?"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers standing guard couldn't help but remind him, "Great Khan, it's not just the Zhao army, there's also the Blood God Cult's floating fortresses... and three of them have arrived."
The confidants promptly shut their mouths, and no one dared to provoke the Khan at this moment.
Apart from another soldier who brought an urgent report.
"Report, Great Khan, enemy activity has been detected outside the city!"
Erden took another deep breath, feeling a surge of bad news coming one after another, which made him angry but powerless to do anything about it.
He had no choice but to accept the helmet handed to him by his confidant, pick up his battle blade, and mutter to himself as he walked out of the royal tent, "It must be that King Zhao of Qizhou again. I wonder where he found so many ghost immortals. Could it be that all the ghost immortals in the Great Qian Dynasty are flocking to him?"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers standing guard couldn't help but remind him, "Great Khan, it's not just the Zhao army, there's also the Blood God Cult's floating fortresses... and three of them have arrived."