151: Chapter 151 Unfettered Wandering in the Primordial World, Blood Sacrifice!

At the same time, Chu Xiao's single statement seemed to grow wings, spreading to every corner of the Liuyun Dynasty through various major channels within a mere half-day!

In an instant, the world was in an uproar!

"Crazy! That man named Chu Xiao is absolutely insane!"

"Who does he think he is? An Ancient Emperor? With one sentence, he wants the leaders of two ten-thousand-year-old Sects to commit suicide?"

"Exactly! His battle record in the Valley of Destiny was indeed brilliant, but that was inside the valley after all! The Ghost Howl Sect and Xiaoyao Valley have Legacies spanning ten thousand years. Their Sects are filled with layers of Formations and a depth of foundation beyond what outsiders can imagine!"

In the Liuyun Imperial City, at every major restaurant and teahouse, almost all Cultivators were discussing this matter.

Ninety-nine percent of people believed Chu Xiao's move was too arrogant, no different from seeking his own death.

Various rumors grew even more clamorous.

"I heard that although he won that battle in the Valley of Destiny, he used some kind of forbidden divine fire at a great cost! He must be a paper tiger now; saying those words is just a bluff to scare people!"

"Makes sense! He wants to use his remaining prestige to force the two Sects to bow! Unfortunately, he miscalculated; the bones of a ten-thousand-year-old Demonic Path Sect are not that easy to gnaw on!"

In the Imperial City's largest gambling den, 'Duyue Tian'—

They directly opened a staggering betting pool for this matter.

Betting on whether Chu Xiao could walk out alive from the two Sects' strangulation after three days.

And the odds were exaggerated to a staggering one to a hundred!

Almost everyone bet their entire net worth on Chu Xiao dying under the strangulation of the two Demonic Path Sects.

For a time, countless forces focused their gaze on the Demonic Path giant that was about to become the eye of the storm—the Ghost Howl Sect.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the three-day deadline to arrive.

Waiting to see how that arrogant fool who knew not the heights of the heavens—

Would be crushed into fly ash by the terrifying foundations of two ten-thousand-year-old Demonic Path Sects!

...

The three-day deadline arrived in a flash.

On this day, the gazes of all the top forces in the entire Liuyun Dynasty—

Gathered before the mountain gate of Xiaoyao Valley.

The current Xiaoyao Valley was no longer as gloomy as it used to be.

It had already transformed into a boundless blood-colored Hell!

A massive blood-colored light screen covering a radius of ten thousand miles enveloped the entire world.

Beneath the light screen, blood Qi soared to the heavens, and resentment filled the sky!

Countless souls drifted in the sea of blood, letting out ear-piercing roars and wails.

It had truly turned into a ghostly realm on earth!

The Master of Xiaoyao Valley led all the Elders of the Sect out in full force, joining with all the Cultivators of the Ghost Howl Sect to jointly preside over this peerless killing Formation made from the blood sacrifice of hundreds of millions of living beings!

He floated above the sea of blood, feeling the terrifying power within the Formation that could destroy heaven and earth.

A look of confidence appeared on his Face.

"Chu Xiao! This seat has prepared this grand gift for you! Today, this place shall be your burial ground!"

His voice, amplified by the Formation, spread across a thousand miles.

However, the only response he received was silence.

Time passed, minute by minute.

The appointed time had arrived, yet Chu Xiao was nowhere to be seen.

"Hmph! It seems he's scared!"

A Xiaoyao Valley Elder sneered, "I said it before, he's just bluffing. How would he dare to truly come and seek death?"

The Master of Xiaoyao Valley frowned slightly, a hint of doubt rising in his heart as well.

Could it be that the kid was really scared off by this display?

However, they did not know.

That beyond this sea of blood Hell, ten thousand miles high in the sky and within the shadows deep underground—

Countless pairs of eyes were hidden.

Almost all the top forces on the continent had sent scouts, using various trump card secret treasures to spy on everything happening here.

Within a layer of clouds, several Taiyi Sword Sect Disciples were activating a water mirror Magic Treasure.

The mirror clearly reflected the scene at the Xiaoyao Valley mountain gate.

"Will that Chu Xiao really come? This display is just too terrifying..."

A young Disciple's Face turned pale.

"I don't know, but after today, Chu Xiao's name will surely resound throughout the continent..."

The leading Disciple said in a heavy voice.

And in another space—

A man dressed in a black robe, his aura merging with the shadows, was holding a bronze treasure mirror.

It was precisely that deacon from the Tongtian Pavilion of the Central State continent... Mo Ya.

At this moment, the treasure mirror in his hand was a sub-mirror refined by the Tongtian Pavilion as an imitation of the [treasured mirror of the heavens].

Though it wasn't even one-ten-thousandth as powerful as the mother mirror, it could still perceive across ten thousand miles and monitor Luck.

At this moment, on the mirror's surface, the Luck emitted by that blood-colored Hell was incredibly dense.

"Sacrificing hundreds of millions of living beings—what a grand gesture. In such a barbaric place, they truly act without any taboos."

A cold sneer appeared at the corners of Mo Ya's mouth.

"Let me see if the one who can stir up the winds and clouds in this small pond is a true Dragon or just a slightly larger loach."

Just when everyone thought Chu Xiao had been scared out of his wits by this display and might not come—

"Look! What is that!"

A sharp-eyed scout let out a cry of surprise.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

They saw a white dot appear in the distant sky.

That white dot approached from afar; its speed seemed slow, yet in just a few breaths, it crossed a distance of ten thousand miles.

As he drew closer, everyone finally saw his appearance clearly.

Dressed in white, untainted by a speck of dust.

Black hair draped casually over his shoulders.

It was indeed Chu Xiao!

He had come!

He had truly... come alone!

At this moment, whether it was the tens of thousands of demonic Cultivators in the blood sea Formation or the various scouts hidden in the shadows—

Everyone's breath instantly stagnated!

Their pupils began to contract violently!

Chu Xiao, a lone figure with hands behind his back, walked over so calmly.

There was no ripple of spiritual power on his body.

He looked just like a Mortal who couldn't even truss a chicken.

However, the invisible pressure on him seemed even more terrifying than the blood sea Hell opposite him!

An even more shocking scene occurred!

As Chu Xiao's footsteps entered the range covered by the blood sea Formation—

The boundless sea of blood, which had been filled with resentment and roaring incessantly, underwent a bizarre and massive change at this moment!

Those churning blood waves and the hundreds of millions of resentful souls screaming in the blood were like mice seeing a cat.

They let out shrill shrieks and retreated frantically.

They seemed to want to burrow back deep into the ground!

With Chu Xiao as the center, within a radius of a hundred feet, all the filthy blood Qi, resentment, and ghostly Qi—

Were silently dissolving and evaporating!

Wherever he passed, filth retreated and ghosts and gods avoided him!

A piece of pure land was forcibly carved out within this blood sea Hell following his footsteps!

"This... how is this possible?!"

In the center of the Formation, the ferocity and confidence on the Master of Xiaoyao Valley's Face instantly froze.

It then turned into horror!

He could feel that his connection with the Formation—

Was being forcibly severed by a domineering power in that area!

The power of the resentful souls of the Primordial Xiaoyao Formation actually had no effect before that man?

The Sect Master of the Ghost Howl Sect was even more struck as if by lightning, his whole body turning cold.

A chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

Before Chu Xiao, the power of ten thousand ghosts didn't even have the qualification to approach!

...

High in the cloud layer, the treasure mirror in Mo Ya's hand emitted a violent hum.

On the mirror's surface, light and shadow flickered and changed.

It was actually somewhat unable to withstand the invisible field emanating from Chu Xiao's body!

"What a... what a domineering aura!"

Mo Ya's pupils shook as his gaze fixed tightly on the white-clothed figure in the mirror, his expression constantly shifting.

"In this tiny barbaric land, such a character could actually appear?"

Soon, under the horrified gazes of everyone—

Chu Xiao stopped a hundred feet away from the Xiaoyao Valley mountain gate.

Beneath his feet was a patch of clean black earth.

Behind him was the clear sky.

Before him was that blood sea Hell, pressed into a dead silence by his lone aura.

One person was a world unto himself!

The intense visual impact caused the brains of everyone present to go blank.

"Chu... Chu Xiao!"

In the dead silence, the Sect Master of the Ghost Howl Sect struggled out of his shock.

He forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, flew out, and hovered above the sea of blood, roaring at Chu Xiao with false bravado:

"You refused the path to heaven and barged into the gateless Hell!"

"Do you really think that by yourself, you dare to challenge the ten-thousand-year foundations of my two Demonic Path Sects?!"

"Since you dared to come today, don't even think about leaving alive!"

His voice, with the support of the Formation, was like rolling thunder spreading in all directions.

He tried to use this to bolster his own courage.

However, facing his clamor—

Chu Xiao ignored him completely.

He merely swept his gaze over the undulating mountains of Xiaoyao Valley in the distance.

He then looked at the churning sea of blood and spoke faintly: "The scenery is not bad."

"A pity that after today, it will disappear."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire field fell into a dead silence!

Everyone who heard this sentence, whether friend or foe, was stunned once again!

What kind of arrogance was this?!

What domineering behavior?!

In front of tens of thousands of elites from two Demonic Path Sects, he said he would wipe them out?

The Ghost Howl Sect Master's Face instantly flushed red.

His heart was filled with even more rage!

He was about to lash out—

When Chu Xiao's gaze fell upon him.

"Where are the people who can actually make the decisions?"

"Tell them to come out."

"I'm in a hurry."

Three sentences, like three slaps across the Faces of the Masters of Xiaoyao Valley and the Ghost Howl Sect!

They also slapped the Faces of all the Demonic Path Sect Disciples present!

*Pfft—!*

The Ghost Howl Sect Master only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood almost sprayed out on the spot!

He was completely dumbfounded!

I... I am the dignified Sect Master of the Ghost Howl Sect, a great expert at the Peak of Soul Transformation.

In your eyes...

I actually... actually don't even count as someone who can make decisions?!

You're in a hurry?!

This is simply intolerable!

The various scouts hidden in the shadows also collectively sucked in a breath of cold air, their scalps tingling!

"My god... he... what does he take these two Demonic Path Sect Masters for? Errand boys?"

"Too arrogant!"

"I've never seen such an arrogant person!"

Just as the two Sect Masters were about to explode from this humiliation—

And were prepared to order an attack—

"Presumptuous!!!"

"Arrogant child!"

Two furious voices boomed from the depths of the Xiaoyao Valley mountains!

These two voices seemed to contain some kind of power where words become reality!

The entire world trembled!

The sea of blood, which had been suppressed by Chu Xiao's aura, boiled once again, and two terrifying pressures, far stronger than the two Sect Masters, rose up with a boom!

"Junior! You've gone too far!"

"Do you truly think my Xiaoyao and Ghost Howl Sects are soft persimmons that you can squeeze as you please?!"

As soon as the words fell, two terrifying pressures swept in from the distance.

They heavily pressed down on the entire field!

Under this pressure, those various scouts hidden here—

All let out a muffled groan!

The Magic Treasures in the hands of many with weaker cultivation shattered with a *crack*.

They themselves were struck as if by lightning.

They sprayed out a mouthful of blood on the spot, their spirits becoming extremely withered!

"It's the Returning Void Realm! They're definitely old monsters of the Returning Void Realm!"

"Heavens! Xiaoyao Valley and the Ghost Howl Sect actually have such trump cards! Didn't they say their Returning Void Old Ancestors had long since passed away?!"

"Two! There are two Returning Void Old Ancestors! My god, this matter has completely blown up!"

Horrified cries rose and fell in various hidden corners.

High in the clouds, Mo Ya, the deacon from the Central State's Tongtian Pavilion—

Also raised an eyebrow slightly!

The sub-mirror in his hand flowed with light, neutralizing the aftershocks of that pressure.

"Interesting, it's actually two old fellows with one foot in the grave."

Mo Ya chuckled softly: "It seems their Lifespans are nearly exhausted, and they've been cowering in Secret Realms to linger on. Unless the Sect reached a moment of life and death, they would never appear."

However, that wasn't the focus; his focus was still on Chu Xiao.

At the same time, he murmured softly:

"Now, the pressure is on you. Facing two desperate Returning Void Old Ancestors, how will you respond? Will that legendary Vermilion Bird Divine Fire appear in the world once again?"

Just as everyone was shaken to their core by these two suddenly appearing terrifying auras—

The Master of Xiaoyao Valley and the Sect Master of the Ghost Howl Sect felt as if they had found their backbone.

Wild joy instantly surged onto their Faces!

They turned together and knelt down respectfully toward the depths of the mountain range!

"We welcome the Grand Elder out of seclusion!"

"We welcome the Grand Old Ancestor out of seclusion!"

Tens of thousands of demonic Cultivator Disciples also knelt on the ground in unison.

Their mountain-shaking shouts were filled with fanaticism!

Amidst their fanatical shouts, the Void Realm twisted for a moment.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right—

Slowly walked out from the distorted space.

The one on the left wore the blood-colored robes of Xiaoyao Valley; his figure was thin and withered, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He was the Grand Elder of Xiaoyao Valley who had been in seclusion for five hundred years, Ancestor Blood River!

The one on the right was an old man whose body was as hunched as a dried corpse.

He leaned on a white bone cane.

It was precisely that Grand Old Ancestor of the Ghost Howl Sect who had long since stopped concerning himself with worldly affairs—

And was rumored to have already passed away!

As soon as the two old monsters appeared, their gazes fixed upon Chu Xiao, who was a hundred feet away.

In the next moment, Ancestor Blood River's raspy voice rang out: "I don't care what kind of heaven-defying background you have, nor do I care what demonic technique you used to kill my Sect members!"

"Since you dared to step into this place today, don't dream of leaving alive!"

"Little beast, you will pay the price of total soul destruction for your arrogance!"

After the words fell, he wasted no more breath.

He saw him suddenly press his palms together, his fingers flying—

Forming one complex hand seal after another!

"Activate the Formation!"

"Primordial Xiaoyao, Ten Thousand Ghosts Blood Sacrifice!"

Ancestor Blood River roared shrilly, his voice like the curse of a demon god, resplendent throughout heaven and earth!

*Rumble—!!!*