Chapter Seventy-Three: Six Blood Weapons

Endless scarlet permeated the air, the intense and pungent scent of blood drifting from the Blood Spirit Mountain. The jagged rocks at the summit were stained with crimson, and rivulets of fresh blood flowed through the crevices.

Boom!

Atop the mountain, six terrifying forces erupted skyward within the crimson pillar of light. The storm-like power caused the pillar to tremble violently, teetering on the verge of collapse.

These six dreadful energies radiated an aura of near-total destruction, instantly drawing the gazes of the seven Blood Slaves. Luo Hao watched in horror as the void itself shattered under the onslaught; cracks and tempests appeared in the fabric of space.

Five blood weapons embodied five ultimate, terrifying powers. They guarded five positions, each hinting at the principles of the Five Elements, encircling the seven Blood Slaves in an instant.

The sixth blood weapon's master remained hidden among the group, ever ready to support his companions and vigilantly prevent the Blood Slaves from breaking through.

Gurgle!

Suddenly, the Blood Pool’s sinister eye surged with movement, blood rising like a tide. The crimson light connecting to the chests of the seven Blood Slaves pulsed like veins, drawing power from the sinister eye. Scarlet spiritual energy throbbed, blood light blanketed the sky, and the Blood Slaves erupted in a dazzling, monstrous glow.

“Insolent! How dare you rampage—kill!” Yue Jingfeng of the Infinite Sword Sect roared in fury. Brilliant sword light burst forth, the clash of blades resounding like cavalry charging across the heavens, a thread of peerless sharpness appearing above his head.

Clang!

A resounding contest of blades echoed. Infinite sharpness soared skyward, faintly revealing the form of a sword. Though its outline was vague, its presence carried the boundless edge of the Sword Dao, as if it could sever the world in a single stroke.

“Hm, the Infinite Sword!”

Sensing the soul-piercing sharpness within the crimson pillar, Feng Wuhen and others from the Western Yue Hills cried out in astonishment. Though the true form of the sword was unclear, their keen eyes would never mistake it.

The Infinite Sword, as its name implied, was the sect’s treasured artifact. In the earliest days of the Infinite Sword Sect, this sword, wielded by the first generation leader, brought unmatched glory to the sect.

Whoosh!

Sword wind tore through the air. The Infinite Sword, its endless sharpness swirling above Yue Jingfeng, ripped the void in an instant and slashed toward the Blood Slaves with supreme killing intent. The terrifying sword energy descended like a blazing river of stars, suppressing all beneath it.

Roar!

As the Infinite Sword fell, a flicker of unrest appeared in the Blood Slaves’ calm crimson eyes. Sensing the deadly force and murderous intent, the seven Blood Slaves howled to the sky; a beam of blood light surged from their crowns, a power of extreme evil and bloodlust.

“The Blood Clan—it’s him, after all.”

Within the pillar of blood, Luo Hao’s expression became grim. He squinted, staring at the blood light erupting from the Blood Slaves’ heads; he was almost certain of who controlled them.

He could never mistake this aura—the blood clan’s evil, ravenous energy clashed with the ancient continent, evoking disgust and revulsion.

Bang!

As the Infinite Sword descended, it seemed as if billions of stars would shift from their place. The blood light soaring skyward suddenly transformed into a vast blood sea, waves crashing against the shore. The crowd shuddered, hearing the terrifying roar of the blood tide.

The sword energy, condensed into a river of stars, collided violently in the void with the blood sea, as if two ancient worlds were crashing together.

“I’ll aid you!”

With a furious shout, Guo Tian and Sun Wutian of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect simultaneously summoned their blood weapons. A field of purple radiance floated forth, like the rising aura from the east, and in its brilliance, a string of bells sounded across the river of time, seemingly revealing ancient demon sacrifices.

“The Ten Thousand Demons Bell!”

The purple-gold bell swayed, as if it could shake the heavens. Luo Hao was familiar with this blood weapon, but clearly Sun Wutian’s manifestation was far stronger than Yang Li’s.

On the palm-sized purple-gold bell, faint traces of ancient, strange patterns appeared—the marks of the demon clan.

The demon clan, one of the strongest races among the heavens, ranked far above the blood clan. In distant eras, they had established the glorious Demon Imperial Court, and in their prime, the Demon Emperor ruled over the thirty-three celestial realms, gazing down upon all beings.

“I never expected Brother Guo Tian to manifest the Desolate Heaven Halberd!” On the other side, Ji Rou stared in awe at the blood weapon rising above Guo Tian’s head.

It was a pitch-black halberd shaped like a dragon’s head. Its blade was not particularly sharp, nor did it possess the terrifying aura of the Infinite Sword or the Ten Thousand Demons Bell; indeed, it seemed as silent as a still pond.

Luo Hao focused his gaze, his golden pupils filled with shock. Within the dragon-headed halberd, he saw a golden divine embryo pulsing like a heart.

“Sister Ji Rou, Brother Guo Tian’s blood weapon is called the Desolate Heaven Halberd?” Luo Hao asked, his voice trembling as he stared at the black dragon-headed halberd.

“Yes, it’s said that Brother Guo Tian often saw this halberd in his dreams. He once sketched it on paper to ask senior members of the sect, but as soon as he finished, the paper turned to ashes—it cannot be reproduced.”

Ji Rou’s voice was calm, but the shock in her heart was undiminished. Luo Hao was even more astonished; he had never heard of such a thing before, but quickly let it go, for he himself was no stranger to peculiar happenings.

The Ten Thousand Demons Bell descended amid a skyful of purple radiance, suppressing everything from above, while the black dragon-headed Desolate Heaven Halberd cleaved down like a dark mountain, its seemingly dull blade suddenly able to shatter stars with a single strike.

Three blood weapons suppressed the heavens, and the blood sea atop the Blood Slaves’ heads began to collapse, vast stretches severed, revealing the figures of the seven Blood Slaves.

“Attack together!” Seeing the Blood Slaves exposed, Feng Wuhen of the Western Yue Hills, Xuan Tianhe of the Wildfire Sect, and Yang Li of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect joined the assault.

Luo Hao’s eyes were filled with golden light as he watched the trio; peak-level Blood Gathering cultivators unleashing their full power was a rare sight, as another step would bring them to the Heavenly Astral realm.

Among them, Feng Wuhen’s expression was calm. In his hand appeared a gentle azure glow, within which a bronze ancient lamp was clearly visible. Its faint flame seemed ready to be extinguished by the wind at any moment.

“Let go of the past, Ancient Heart Lamp! The foundation of the Western Yue Hills is truly remarkable.” As the lamp appeared, Su Yu among the three women’s expression changed instantly. From her face, Luo Hao, Ji Rou, and the others could tell that the ancient lamp in Feng Wuhen’s hand was no ordinary artifact.

The Ancient Heart Lamp drifted from Feng Wuhen’s hand. No one expected that its weak flame could ignite the blood sea, burning away the surging evil within it.

“Damn it! Isn’t the golden finger supposed to be the protagonist’s privilege? This guy is cheating!” Luo Hao couldn’t help but curse inwardly, tempted to snatch the Heart Lamp for himself.

“Who would have thought both men from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect could manifest the Ten Thousand Demons Bell as their blood weapon!” Seeing the purple-gold bell atop Yang Li’s head, Ji Rou and her companions’ faces changed dramatically. The purple radiance was regal and noble, the sound of the bell captivating, and a mere shake could shatter a section of the blood sea.

“No wonder they’re elite members of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.” There was no need for further explanation; the name Ten Thousand Demons Bell alone was a symbol of absolute power, the invincible weapon of the legendary demon, Zi Xinghe.

In contrast, above Xuan Tianhe of the Wildfire Sect, a divine halo descended, surrounded by countless golden rays, and a palm-sized ancient stone seal slowly rose.

The seal was old and weathered, even missing a corner. No one knew what it was; even Ji Rou and her companions were bewildered. But its might, undeniable, surpassed even the other five blood weapons. Without any flamboyant aura, each time a stone pattern lit up, a crack appeared on the Blood Slaves’ bodies.

The waters of the blood pool churned, and the seven Blood Slaves standing above it had their blood sea on the verge of collapse. Under the six blood weapons capable of destroying Blood Spirit Mountain, everything seemed mere decoration.

Only Luo Hao felt no relief; his gaze grew even heavier as he stared at the tumultuous blood pool, from whose sinister eye came the sound of chains.

“Slash!”

“Die!”

“Kill!”

…

As the six peak Blood Gathering cultivators unleashed their full power, the six extraordinary blood weapons exploded with their true might.

Sword sounds rang out, the Infinite Sword’s dazzling edge flashed like thunder and lightning, the Ancient Heart Lamp’s azure flames consumed the sky, burning thousands of miles, the Desolate Heaven Halberd surged like a furious dragon, the Ten Thousand Demons Bell’s purple radiance dazzled the world, and the broken stone seal remained enigmatic and unfathomable.