stjorthotic Chapter 81 The Killing Intent is Revealed
Chapter 81 The Killing Intent is Revealed
Wang Dao did not make a move immediately. In his eyes, these disciples were nothing more than ants that he could kill with a wave of his hand. One sword or ten swords made no difference.
Their lives or deaths are far less important than the egg of that divine bird.
That is a terrifying remnant species that has continued from the ancient times. Once it hatches and grows up successfully, it will surely become an unparalleled warrior who can sweep across the ten directions and look down on all heroes.
He was determined to obtain such divine objects.
With a firm resolve, Wang Dao's figure completely merged into the shadows, hanging far behind the Blood River Heaven disciples.
After following them for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the scenery ahead suddenly opened up, and a terrifyingly scorching aura rushed towards us, as if turning the entire world into a giant furnace.
The earth was completely scorched red, and jagged rifts were as numerous as spider webs. In the bottomless ravines, fiery red lava was boiling violently, and every now and then, scalding magma bubbles would burst open, splashing fire waves several meters high.
Wang Dao didn't follow too closely. He found a solitary peak surrounded by lava, concealed himself behind the rocks, and watched coldly from the sidelines.
This vast lava field has long been teeming with Blood River Heavenly Gate people.
Among these disciples, there are even more bizarre beings.
Their bodies were hunched over, their eyes were empty and lifeless, and their skin had an unnatural grayish color. They moved stiffly as they explored this terrifying fiery domain.
Wang Dao recognized it at a glance; it was a blood slave.
Blood River Heaven is known for its ruthless methods. It often captures cultivators and even mortals, uses secret techniques to erase their minds, and refines them into fearless blood slaves for them to use at will.
Thousands of blood slaves are scattered across this magma-covered land before us.
They carried out orders numbly. Some were burned to a bloody pulp by the splashing lava, while others slipped and fell into the magma, instantly vaporizing. Throughout the entire process, they did not utter a single scream.
Looking at this hellish scene, Wang Dao's eyes grew even colder.
It's impossible for Xuehe Tian to have led an army of thousands of blood slaves on such a long journey. The only explanation is that they slaughtered all the villages and towns near the Hundred Thousand Mountains, regardless of whether they were mortals or cultivators, and turned them into these pathetic consumables.
These methods are so ruthless that they are appalling!
At the very front of everyone, on a cleared area, Xue Wuhen sat cross-legged. In front of him, a palm-sized blood-red jade plate was spinning rapidly, emitting an eerie red light.
As thousands of blood slaves continued their carpet search, the blood disc spun faster and faster, and the ancient runes engraved on it seemed to come alive, flowing like blood.
"That must be the Blood God Disc. It really can locate things based on blood!" Wang Dao thought to himself.
Besides Xue Wuhen, a top-tier fighter, there are dozens of other powerful Xuehetian disciples protecting the area.
Wang Dao's gaze swept across the entire room, and he made a decision in an instant.
What he wanted was the fisherman's profit, the egg of that divine bird!
The next moment, he moved. A silent black sword light, like an inverted crescent moon, swept out from the shadows.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The wary expressions on the faces of the several Blood River Heaven disciples guarding the perimeter had not yet faded when their bodies suddenly stiffened.
A line of blood appeared from their waists, and then their upper bodies slid off together, their faces still showing disbelief and shock, as blood and internal organs gushed out.
"Who?!"
Xue Wuhen suddenly opened his eyes, two terrifying beams of blood light shooting out from them. He was at a critical moment in activating the Blood God Disc for positioning and would not allow any disturbance.
"Kill him!"
He let out a low growl, suppressing his anger.
"court death!"
"Dare to touch the people of Blood River Heaven!"
Dozens of Blood River Heaven disciples reacted instantly, letting out a furious roar in unison. Their blood energy erupted, transforming into torrents of blood that rushed towards Wang Dao's hiding place.
"Who exactly are you?!"
A leading disciple looked at the figure slowly emerging from the shadows, wearing an exquisite silver mask, and demanded an explanation.
A cold smile curved Wang Dao's lips, his voice carrying a hint of amusement: "You can call me Silver Mask."
"I don't care if you're wearing a golden mask or a silver mask! You dare to offend my Blood River Heaven, today you will surely die!" The disciple roared, his blood-red longsword whipping up a towering wave of blood as he slashed down.
Wang Dao looked at the surging, blood-red crowd and let out a cold, mocking laugh. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"I, Wushengtian, would never fear your mere Blood River Heaven!"
The Dragon Abyss Sword traversed the sky, its dark blade adorned with wisps of incomparably sharp sword energy that cascaded down like a silver river, running rampant and unrestrained.
Wang Dao stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his three thousand black hairs dancing wildly, his crimson aura mixed with dazzling sword light, exuding an overwhelming aura that could rival ten thousand men.
He pushed the special effects of "Holding the Sword" and "Concealing the Edge" of [Kendo lv2] to their limits.
Body and sword become one, sharpness is concealed within the heart, yet can unleash a fierce and all-consuming force the moment it is drawn.
All the murderous intent and energy flowing around him were completely transparent to his perception.
Those Blood River Heaven disciples, whose Blood Dao supernatural powers they were so proud of, were as fragile as paper in the face of the Kingly Way.
Their protective blood-red aura was easily torn apart by the Dragon Abyss Sword, and their vicious magical artifacts were directly shattered by the sword energy.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Terrifying sword light flashed, each blink accompanied by a head shooting skyward. Wang Dao's figure weaved through the crowd, like an ancient god of death, efficiently and ruthlessly reaping lives.
In the blink of an eye, only a handful of the dozens of cultivators who had been traveling through the realms of immortality were left.
A frenzied determination flashed in their eyes. They all bit their tongues, spitting out their life essence blood, forming strange hand seals, and chanting incantations.
"roar--!"
The thousands of blood slaves they kept instantly turned blood red. They let out terrifying roars, their muscles bulging and bulging, and charged towards Wang Dao like madmen, forming a stinking wave of flesh and blood.
"No matter how many small fry there are, they're still small fry."
Wang Dao remained indifferent, gently vibrating the Longyuan Sword in his hand.
Flowing Light and Illusory Dust Sword!
"Buzz—!"
Centered on him, hundreds and thousands of illusory bodies identical to him appeared out of thin air, densely packed, instantly filling the entire world.
Each illusory form wielded the Dragon Abyss Sword, each with a different posture and exuding murderous intent, as they all charged out in all directions.
The next moment, the King Dao himself swung his sword.
All the phantoms made the exact same movements at the same time.
"burst!"
Hundreds and thousands of illusory bodies exploded with a roar after the sword was swung, turning into billions of fine, hair-like, dazzling sword energies.
These sword energies intertwined in the void, forming a net that stirred up the wind and clouds, creating a devastating sword energy storm that directly shredded the thousands of fearless blood slaves into a sky full of blood mist and minced flesh.
The stench of blood filled the air, and the earth was stained a dark red.
Looking at this devastating scene, Wang Dao couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking that this move was simply a divine skill for clearing out the mobs.
With the last Blood River Heaven disciple torn apart by the aftershocks of the sword energy, only Wang Dao and Xue Wuhen remained in the arena.
Wang Dao held the Longyuan Sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, drops of blood sliding down the dark blade.
He walked steadily toward Xue Wuhen, each step seemingly landing on a node of the universe's pulse.
Xue Wuhen glanced at a distant mountain peak obscured by an array, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his lips.
He put away the Blood God Disc, his crimson eyes fixed intently on Wang Dao.
"Whether you are from the Unborn Heaven or some fool bearing the name of the Unborn Heaven, no matter your origins, you will die here today!"
Before he could finish speaking, Xue Wuhen's body suddenly trembled!
"boom!"
His robes instantly ripped apart, revealing a terrifying body that looked as if it had been cast from blood-red glass.
Beneath his skin, countless crimson divine patterns lit up, and a savage, violent, and immortal aura surged into the sky.
"Blood God Invincible Body!"
The ground beneath his feet cracked, and he transformed into a streak of blood-red lightning. Without dodging or avoiding, he directly punched Wang Dao in the face.
Wang Dao's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his Longyuan Sword sweeping upwards in a chilling arc.
"Sizzle—!"
A terrifying sword aura, hundreds of feet long, detached from the sword and swept across the ground, cleaving the hard earth in two and creating a bottomless, terrifying ravine.
With his attack missing its mark, Wang Dao spun around like a ghost, swung his sword backhand, and with a thunderous roar, slashed at Xue Wuhen's neck.