60: Blood Demon Sect Zhao Mang

A sword hum that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell suddenly exploded! The Thousand Tribulations Sword was unsheathed with overwhelming force!

There was no brilliant radiance, only a sword strike pure to the extreme!

On the sword body, countless fine blood-colored tribulation patterns lit up like living things. A terrifying Aura of tribulation balefulness, as if it would drag all things into a bottomless abyss of destruction, erupted like an ancient Vicious Beast awakening!

The Thousand Tribulations Sword wasn't originally like this. Later, after experiencing slaughters and being stained with blood, the Thousand Tribulations Sword underwent an unknown change and became what it is now.

Buzz—!

Centering on Di Qianjie, the space within dozens of feet shook violently! The thick gray miasma was instantly swept away as if it had met its natural enemy! The withered branches and fallen leaves on the ground silently turned into powder!

Those twisted ancient trees emitting ghost cries seemed to have their throats seized, and the shrill sound of the wind came to an abrupt halt!

The Blood Demon Sect Cultivators who bore the brunt of it had their sneers freeze on their faces, replaced by boundless shock and fear! They felt as if their blood was about to freeze, and their Divine Soul felt as if it were being pierced by countless cold needles!

In their eyes, that unsheathed sword was no longer a weapon, but... fear itself!

"Do it! Spirit-Locking Net! Blood-Dissolving Poison Sand! Trap him!" Zhao Mang was, after all, a brute who lived on the edge of a blade. Forcing down the trembling deep in his Soul, he let out a hoarse roar!

He knew well that when facing such a monster, hesitation meant death!

The two Cultivators holding the net suddenly threw out the black-lighted net in their hands! The net expanded with the wind, instantly becoming dozens of feet in size. Runes flickered on the net, emitting waves that restricted spiritual power as it descended over his head!

At the same time, several others threw out large patches of foul-smelling poison sand that flickered with a ghostly green luster. It shot toward Di Qianjie's group of seven like a rainstorm. This Blood-Dissolving Poison Sand was extremely vicious; it would corrode upon contact and was specifically designed to break through protective spiritual power!

"Hmph!"

Di Qianjie let out a cold snort. Facing the descending Spirit-Locking Net and the sky full of poison sand, he advanced instead of retreating! He merely flicked the Thousand Tribulations Sword upward in a seemingly casual slant!

Boom!

There was no thunderous momentum, only a sword light condensed to the extreme, like a Silent Blood Lightning tearing through the night sky, slashing upward!

Rip—!

That black-lighted Spirit-Locking Net, which could trap a Heaven-Reaching Realm Cultivator for a moment, was as fragile as paper before this dark red sword light!

A huge hole was instantly torn in the middle! The sword light's momentum remained unabated as it accurately slashed into the cloud of ghostly green poison sand!

Sizzle, sizzle—!

A scalp-numbing sound of corrosion rang out. The toxic Blood-Dissolving Poison Sand actually melted and vanished like Ice Snow meeting the sun the moment it touched the sword light! Not even a wisp of toxic smoke managed to escape!

"What?!" Zhao Mang's pupils shrank, and his heart filled with terror! This Spirit-Locking Net and Blood-Dissolving Poison Sand were their usual methods for dealing with powerful enemies, and they had never failed! To think they were broken so effortlessly by the opponent's single sword strike?!

However, Di Qianjie's movements did not pause for a moment. The instant he broke through the blockade, his figure had already disappeared from the spot!

Fast! So fast that it surpassed visual perception!

In the next instant, Di Qianjie's figure appeared like a ghost in front of a Blood Demon Sect Cultivator who had just thrown out the poison sand and hadn't even had time to withdraw his hand. The expression of shock on that Cultivator's face hadn't even fully formed yet.

Pfft!

The tip of the Thousand Tribulations Sword pierced through his protective blood-light without any resistance, as if piercing a thin layer of paper, and entered his brow!

"Kill him! Attack together! Or we'll all die!" Zhao Mang's eyes were nearly splitting as he roared and swung his blood-colored Ghost-Head Blade, bringing with it a wave of foul wind and blood as he slashed toward Di Qianjie's waist!

The two Purple Mansion Realm Tenth Level Cultivators beside him also suppressed their fear and unleashed their trump card vicious Demonic Techniques. For a time, blood claws, bone spikes, and resentful Souls howled, attacking Di Qianjie from different directions!

Di Qianjie's eyes were cold. Facing the siege of several powerful enemies, his figure shifted and flickered in a small space like an illusion. The Thousand Tribulations Sword in his hand became a shadow of death that swallowed light; every swing brought death!

Clang! Pfft!

Rip! Ah—!

The sound of metal clashing, Sharp Weapon entering flesh, bones shattering, and shrill screams instantly intertwined!

A Purple Mansion Realm Ninth Level Cultivator's Blood Fiend Demonic Claw was severed at the wrist by the Thousand Tribulations Sword, and the Sword Qi at the cut rapidly spread upward! He tried in terror to stop it, but in the blink of an eye, his entire arm along with half his shoulder turned into fly ash! His screams stopped abruptly because a sword light had already swept across his neck!

Another Cultivator's pale Bone Spike Magic Treasure was struck at its tip by the Thousand Tribulations Sword. The Bone Spike was instantly covered in spiderweb-like blood-colored cracks, and then it exploded into a cloud of bone powder with a "bang"! The backlash caused him to vomit blood wildly, and the next moment, the cold sword blade had already pierced through his heart!

Di Qianjie was like a god of death walking the mortal realm. The Blood Demon Sect Cultivators' Demonic Technique was like it had met its natural enemy before Di Qianjie.

In just a few breaths, except for Zhao Mang, who was still frantically swinging his Ghost-Head Blade to barely hold on, the dozen or so elite subordinates he had brought were already dead or wounded!

"Monster! You're a monster!" Drenched in blood, Zhao Mang looked like a mad demon. Seeing Di Qianjie standing with his sword, his Aura becoming even deeper and more terrifying, he completely broke down.

He finally understood what kind of terrifying existence he had provoked! Great rewards, ancient Legacy—all were bullshit in the face of death!

He suddenly turned around, burning his essence blood to transform into a streak of blood-light, wanting to flee!

"You want to leave?"

Di Qianjie's cold voice was like a god of death's sentence. He didn't even pursue; he just pointed his sword toward the direction Zhao Mang was fleeing!

A strand of Sword Qi shot through the air silently! Its speed far surpassed Zhao Mang's Blood Escape!

"No—!" Zhao Mang only had time to let out a desperate roar.

Pfft!

The Sword Qi accurately entered his back!

Zhao Mang's speeding figure suddenly stiffened, the expression on his face frozen in extreme fear and regret.

The surging blood-light on his body was like a fire being extinguished, instantly dimming and going out.

The battle was over.

Di Qianjie slowly withdrew his sword, and the blood-colored tribulation patterns on the Thousand Tribulations Sword slowly faded away. He didn't even look at the mess on the ground, casting his gaze toward a certain direction outside the forest, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

"Let's go, let's look elsewhere." The group sped toward the deeper parts of the Ghost Cry Forest.

At the edge of where the battle between Di Qianjie and the Blood Demon Sect Cultivators had erupted, behind a patch of thorns covered in thick ice crystals...

Fairy Xue Ling's figure appeared there at some unknown time. She was shrouded in a layer of mist that almost merged with the frozen environment, her Aura restrained to the extreme.

Those ice-blue eyes pierced through layers of obstacles and clearly saw the entire process of that brief and bloody battle!

From the terrifying Aura that erupted when Di Qianjie drew his sword, to the sword strike that tore the Spirit-Locking Net and annihilated the Blood-Dissolving Poison Sand, to the slaughter of the Blood Demon Sect Cultivators as if cutting melons and vegetables, and finally to the finger of Sword Qi that turned Zhao Mang into fly ash... the entire process was fast! Accurate! Ruthless! Cold to the point of having no redundant emotion!

She watched the retreating backs of Di Qianjie and the others. That tall and proud figure seemed to merge with this dead Ghost Cry Forest, emitting a terrifying Aura that warned others not to approach. On her beautiful face, the frozen-like calm was finally broken, and a trace of unprecedented solemnity, even... a hint of inquiry, emerged.

"Who... exactly... are you?" she murmured to herself, her ice-blue eyes deep as if ice were burning.

"It seems that staying out of this... is no longer possible." Her figure flickered, and like Ice Snow merging into the cold wind, she silently chased in the direction Di Qianjie had disappeared.

This time, she was no longer a bystander. This mysterious and powerful Sword Cultivator, along with the ancient Legacy in his hands, had already become the core that no one could ignore in this Netherworld Secret Realm storm!