At this mont, Yue Hongling was basically in a Burst Seed state.
It was almost laughable that the Burst Seed was not triggered by a swordsman’s battling intent against a strong enemy, but by feeling she could not beco a burden to her man.
From the corner of her eye, she could glimpse Zhao Changhe slashing angrily at the Blood Turtle’s head. He seed unaffected by the Blood Sea Halo, it even appeared to sowhat enhance him. Although his strike seed unable to break through the defenses, it precisely disrupted the opponent’s connection to the environnt—or rather, its connection to the surroundings.
Zhao Changhe’s insights from the First Layer Secret Treasure were exactly this, perfectly aligning with the situation here. Originally, the spread of blood was ant not only to disrupt Yue Hongling’s circulation but to act like Blood Evil slicing through all life within its range. But with Zhao Changhe’s strike, the blood ceased flowing, and the nearby Evil Qi remained undisturbed, completely suppressed by his single slash.
Blood Filling Mountains and Rivers vs. Blood Filling Mountains and Rivers—they were both exploiting blood cruelty and Evil Qi. The Corpse Demon that was restraining the Blood Turtle could not outperform Zhao Changhe. Even the effect of regenerating by absorbing blood and flesh nutrients was faltering. A scratch on the eyelid inflicted by Yue Hongling was even still bleeding.
Yet, Zhao Changhe was still frowning, deeply dissatisfied with his own attack. This strike only limited the Blood Turtle’s environntal performance; after all, it had not broken through the defense, which was far from ideal.
Regardless, Zhao Changhe had made an impact, while she, Yue Hongling, had utterly failed to influence anything... How long had she been his guide before she had beco a burden?
This was unbearable!
Feeling like she had lost half her purpose of existence, the heroine’s inner turmoil was palpable. With this thrust of her sword, there was a sensation as if the very weather was changing with her move. As the sword pierced the air, the sun set, perfectly touching down behind the mountains.
Although breaking through major barriers mid-fight was still out of reach, this sword strike was infinitely close to what was required for the Second Layer Secret Treasure. It was no longer just the physical bodies she was wounding, but the Spirit Platform.
The sharp Sword Qi pierced the forehead, causing the Blood Turtle to howl in pain. Its Spirit Platform, which was hardly tightly integrated with its body, showed a crack.
The Corpse Demon was ecstatic. A strand of black Qi seeped out from the Gu Insect, burrowing into the wound.
The Corpse Demon rejoiced, and disaster struck Yue Hongling. The mont she lost the Corpse Demon’s restraint, a wave of blood violently burst from the Blood Turtle’s mouth. Yue Hongling, being way too close, had no chance to avoid it, and was brutally slamd, thrown backward like a kite with a broken string, her blood scattering across the sky.
"Fuck!" Zhao Changhe’s heart skipped, he was about to leap to her aid when a sudden force surged, causing him to stagger several steps before regaining his balance.
Looking up, he saw the Blood Turtle wildly thrashing, its four limbs completely leaving the Blood Pool below and hitting the ground, madly ramming everything in sight.
The mountain quaked violently.
Inside the Spirit Platform, two souls were crazily battling for control over the Blood Turtle’s body.
The Blood Turtle was charging mindlessly, instinctively trying to shred any visible life to fill its blood and flesh void!
"Boom!" The Blood Turtle collided heavily against Zhao Changhe, who perford a mid-air sorsault to narrowly evade the charge. The Blood Turtle smashed into the rocky edge of the pond, breaking the massive rocks like tofu.
"Bang!" Yue Hongling, who had just been blown away, barely landed when she looked up to see the Blood Turtle charging madly at her again.
Yue Hongling was weakened and her insides churned, blood still dripping from the corner of her mouth—how could she dodge this charge?
Zhao Changhe swiftly swept across, grabbing Yue Hongling and escaping. The Blood Turtle charged past, the shockwave from its rush causing them to roll several tis on the ground, nearly crashing into a massive cliff-side boulder. Zhao Changhe couldn’t maintain his hold on Hongling, and they each spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, scattering to opposite sides.
The Corpse Demon’s thoughts transmitted through the void, echoing with the blood waves: "The strike just now at the Heavenly Spirit, do it again! Just one strike to its Heavenly Spirit cover, breaking its connection with the earth, and I can completely expel this creature! Don’t worry, I’ll entangle it; this Turtle won’t shrink back, it’ll only rampage!"
Zhao Changhe looked up to see the crazed Blood Turtle’s body rushing out of the mountain.
Outside the mountain, countless mbers of the Spirit Clan and the Xia people were fighting! Seeing the Blood Turtle charging at them left many dumbstruck.
How many would die under this rolling assault?
Ignoring the pain as if her bones were disintegrating, Yue Hongling leaped up, landing on the head of the Turtle, ready to thrust her sword downward when the Blood Turtle violently shook her off.
Zhao Changhe followed up, seizing the mont when the Blood Turtle was montarily weak, he exerted all his strength to fiercely cut at the Turtle’s head.
The wave of blood was split open, and the saber cut into the Turtle’s scalp, breaking it open but unable to affect the bone at all.
Not enough... The output wasn’t enough...
Zhao Changhe gripped tightly onto the Turtle’s wrinkled head, struggling to stay attached amidst the violent shaking. His gaze fell on the cut flesh, barely discerning a gap where the skull connected.
To break through was possible if Yue Hongling was uninjured, perhaps.
But he couldn’t... It required focusing all force into one point, yet his Sword Qi was too rough to achieve such precision.
To achieve such a fine and extre sharpness, one would need to reach the Second Stage of the Blood Shura Body.
Li Shentong had already pointed out that Body Refining was direction-oriented; the second stage of the Blood Shura Body was aid at this stage. Zhao Changhe’s sword training was for this purpose. All preparations were complete, the Sword Intent honed, the Jun Heaven Blood Jade transford—everything was ready, just lacking a blade of Sharp Blade Grass to direct the sharpening of Qi with blood...
The Elixir Pills containing Sharp Blade Grass were also there, but he dared not consu them.
Looking ahead at the clueless crowd fleeing in all directions, and the frantically approaching Sisi... a mad light flashed in Zhao Changhe’s eyes.
These Sharp Blade Sword Pills... consuming them might result in being torn apart, but there was a glimr of hope.
Not consuming them ant certain death, the Spirit Clan would collapse, even Hongling wouldn’t survive...
There was no real choice, Zhao Changhe suddenly fetched the Elixir Pill, swallowing it.
Yue Hongling rushed from behind, her eyes wide as she exclaid, "Are you trying to get yourself killed!"
Zhao Changhe gasped and muttered in a low voice, "Only one step left, how can I just give up?"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Thousands of Sword Qi erupted from within his body, piercing through him in just an instant, leaving Zhao Changhe a blood-covered figure, his body full of sword holes.
Zhao Changhe roared in agony, clinging tightly to the wrinkled head of the Blood Turtle.
In the midst of her frantic flight, Sisi felt as if her heart was struck by a heavy hamr, almost causing her to stumble.
Atop the Holy Mountain, in the midst of the plain, countless people stared in disbelief, not even understanding why this man from the Alien Clan was fighting so desperately for them.
So Xia soldiers brought by Sisi from the outside were discussing, "Is that... Blood Shura Zhao Changhe on the turtle’s head?"
"It must be, that Broadsword, those scars... But he’s almost unrecognizable now, all covered in blood."
"This mont makes him even more Blood Shura..."
"This is Shura? This is a God Demon! Can a human even endure this? He still has the strength to fight!"
Zhao Changhe could not see Yue Hongling and Sisi’s reactions, nor could he hear the others’ exclamations, as the pain of being pierced by thousands of swords had completely overwheld his other thoughts. Only one thought echoed in his Spirit Platform: This is Body Refining, I’ve endured the pain of soaking in dicine for body refining before; it’s just that this ti, much more has been added.
Ignoring these explosive Sword Qi, he found the dical properties of the blade grass, guiding the Sword Qi to rge with his Qi and blood, weaving the originally torrential energy in his flesh into fine, sharp strands, creating a cascading flow of Sword Qi within his veins, thus completing the transformation.
The Jun Heaven Blood Jade had laid a solid foundation, he could do it...
As long as he endured the pain, not letting it cloud his thoughts... But... it was so hard... Zhao Changhe was sowhat delirious, seeing nothing but a bloodied haze, he just clenched his teeth and forced himself to hold on.
Just endure it!
At that mont, the pain suddenly eased.
Zhao Changhe looked inside him in astonishnt, not because the pain had lessened, but because the energy in his body had significantly dropped, reducing the ravaging Sword Qi by half as well, to the point where his physical body could now bear it alone.
What happened? Who was so kind as to suddenly reduce the difficulty of this hellish torture to the level of a common cold?
...
In the distant Wushan.
Since the Blood Turtle had appeared, the Blood God Array Plate in the Secret Cave began to tremble madly, as if it had found a related bloodline resonating and responding.
Xue Canghai was sweating profusely as he led the effort to control the array, with all the Blood God Sect unable to determine why the Holy Object had gone berserk, they could only suppress it firmly, fearing that Wushan itself would be upheaved.
Just as he was dealing with this headache, a sect mber rushed in hurriedly, reporting anxiously, "Sect Hierarch, Sect Hierarch! There are visitors to the mountain, extrely arrogant."
A clear voice spread throughout the mountain, "Where is Xue Canghai? Langya Wang Daozhong is here to visit!"
Xue Canghai was both angry and anxious. With the Holy Object out of control, and he himself in dire straits, and most of the forces stationed in Xiangyang, there weren’t many people on Wushan. An enemy arriving at this ti, was the Blood God Sect going to be destroyed right here?
Before he could sort out his thoughts, the guards outside scread miserably, all kicked away by Wang Daozhong in one go.
Wang Daozhong entered with his hands behind his back, looked up at the array plate, and said with a chuckle, "What a coincidence, you’re having trouble? Well, I didn’t do this, just happened to co at the right ti, no need to glare at like that."
Xue Canghai responded coldly, "What brings Mr. Wang here?"
Wang Daozhong said, "This is Zheng Changhe’s foundation for cultivation, right... This object, my Wang family will take it, let Zhao Changhe co to Langya to retrieve it if he can."
"Go to hell!" even the Vermilion Bird wouldn’t dare to steal the Holy Object, what was Wang Daozhong? Xue Canghai erupted in rage, the Blood God Saber slashing out, "I’ll die with you!"
"Do you think you can match ?" Wang Daozhong chuckled, looking at the vitality-drained Xue Canghai, and casually thrust a sword forward.
Just then, Wang Daozhong’s expression drastically changed.
His Qi and blood churned violently, his internal organs felt as if they were being stirred, causing excruciating pain and nearly convulsing, with his True Qi scattering almost entirely, leaving him extrely weak.
Where did the strength for that sword thrust co from?
The Blood God Saber swatted away his precious sword, and Xue Canghai was montarily stunned, then overjoyed, "Who’s the idiot trying to show off here? Go to hell!"
"Bang!" Wang Daozhong summoned the last bit of his strength, placing a palm on the side of Xue Canghai’s saber, then staggered away.
He was utterly baffled, "Who poisoned ?"
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In the Mia
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Miao Region, before Lei Zhentang’s sickbed, Lei Zhentang struggled to dress and chant spells, in front of him a straw doll pinned with a piece of red paper bearing Wang Daozhong’s na and his birth details, covered in blood traces Zhao Changhe had left in the lake, cursed for seven whole days, finally taking effect.
At the sa ti, Zhao Changhe and Wang Daozhong shared the damage, with their inner energies almost simultaneously wiped out.
Zhao Changhe, who had taken Sisi’s preventive dicine, was slightly better off, only with weakened energy and no physical harm. Wang Daozhong felt as if his organs were burning, coughing blood while being pursued by the Blood God Sect for thousands of miles, heading straight for the Southwest.
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