“I was originally planning to face off with you Holy Sons after the Heaven's Will fully ford,” Xue Zeyuan chuckled. “But now is as good a ti as any. I’ve heard of your reputation.”
“You talk too much,” Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
This Xue Zeyuan wasn’t even on par with Xiang Kunlun, just early-stage God ridian.
Once Heaven's Will fully ford, and with help from an imperial lineage, he might reach peak God ridian and fight for Heaven's Will.
Xu Zimo swung his hand, and a massive palm ford from imnse spiritforce slamd toward Xue Zeyuan.
Xue Zeyuan focused his mind and raised his spiked mace high.
Blood light radiated from the mace, reflecting across the surroundings as it collided with Xu Zimo’s giant hand.
In just a mont, the blood light was overwheld and the palm continued its descent.
Xue Zeyuan was slightly surprised and quickly dodged through the air.
He looked at Xu Zimo seriously, then swung his mace again.
At that mont, countless blood threads erged around the spiked mace.
These threads were formless and intangible, existing like phantoms.
They wrapped around from all directions, encircling Xu Zimo.
“Blood Mace of Judgnt!” Xue Zeyuan shouted.
The barbs on his mace suddenly extended violently with imnse power, striking toward Xu Zimo.
At the sa ti, the red threads surrounding Xu Zimo grew agitated.
They ford a blood-colored hell, pulling Xu Zimo’s senses into it.
“A dual attack on the soul and the body?” Xu Zimo chuckled.
This kind of technique was rare, extrely rare.
Thunder flickered in his eyes.
The Heavenly Tribulation God-Eyes opened wide, lightning swirling within them.
A blast of thunder tore through the illusion, shredding the blood hell.
Xu Zimo opened his eyes, and the spiked mace was already within reach.
He calmly raised his right hand and easily caught the weapon.
No matter how hard Xue Zeyuan tried, it was useless.
Xu Zimo tightened his grip slightly, and with a loud bang, the spiked mace, made from so unknown material, turned to powder.
Xu Zimo’s left palm then struck Xue Zeyuan’s abdon.
With a thunderous boom, a cloud of blood erupted, and Xue Zeyuan’s body was sent flying.
…
The pouring rain completely soaked Xue Zeyuan's body as he lay on the ground.
Xu Zimo looked on calmly. He could tell the man wasn’t dead, his true fate hadn’t erged yet.
The next mont, a red aura slowly drifted from Xue Zeyuan’s body, growing more and more intense.
It ford into the shape of a blood-colored skull.
The skull opened its mouth, and countless strands of black gas flowed from its mouth and nose.
These black vapors coalesced into hideous faces, elderly, children, won…
They were all people Xue Zeyuan had killed.
Countless faces appeared. With more and more black gas, there had to be tens of millions of souls.
Suddenly, loud laughter erupted from the rain.
Xue Zeyuan staggered to his feet from the mud.
He was covered in blood, his abdon deeply sunken from Xu Zimo’s palm strike.
But he still stood, laughing wildly.
Blood poured endlessly from his mouth.
His body soaked in blood, he looked like a walking corpse.
“Refreshing! Truly refreshing,” Xue Zeyuan laughed madly.
As the blood mist thickened, his aura grew stronger.
“I haven’t felt pain like this in a long ti,” he laughed eerily.
The blood energy engulfed the entire courtyard. The City Lord’s mansion seed about to be consud.
That blood-colored skull was clearly his true fate.
It floated in the air, surrounded by countless vengeful souls.
“I heard the Blood Nether Sacred Ground’s cultivation thods defy the heavens. I didn’t expect them to be so cruel,” Xu Zimo shook his head. “Even after death, you imprison their souls and refuse to let them go.”
“Winners live, losers are at on the chopping block,” Xue Zeyuan laughed. “What? Are you afraid? Don’t worry, soon you’ll join them too.”
“You think you can win?” Xu Zimo chuckled.
“Reverse Yin Ghost Art!” Xue Zeyuan shouted.
The countless vengeful souls began devouring each other. In re monts, only one remained.
This final soul was the most refined, the most powerful.
Then the blood skull above Xue Zeyuan opened its mouth and devoured that last soul.
The mont it swallowed it, the skull’s aura surged dramatically.
Blood mist rose around them, engulfing the entire mansion.
From the mist ca horrifying screams.
One, two, three… countless undead corpses began crawling out of the blood fog.
So house guards were caught off guard and were ripped apart by these undead.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly. With a single slash, sword and blade energy tore the zombies apart.
But they seed immortal, even just a severed head could still attack independently.
As more and more undead appeared, it seed endless, impossible to kill them all.
“What do we do, Holy Son?” Feng Tianhe asked urgently nearby. “We’re trapped in here. If this continues, the entire mansion will be destroyed.”
Xu Zimo looked up. This didn’t feel like a formation, but there was definitely a pattern.
“Die exhausted in my Infinite Blood Prison,” a laugh echoed through the mist.
The laughter ca from all directions, there was no way to tell where it originated.
“This is getting interesting,” Xu Zimo shook his head.
He closed his eyes, releasing his divine soul.
But the vision returned was all blood red, endless and vast.
“No matter what this is, against absolute power, it’s aningless.”
Xu Zimo shook his head.
He slowly drew Shadow Tyrant, and countless waves of blade energy swirled in the sky.
An ancient azure dragon circled behind him, the seventh transformation of the War God’s Nine Transformations.
The dragon began to shift, and behind him appeared a void.
A stone staircase erged, ethereal and transcendent.
“War God’s Eighth Transformation, Blue Cloud,” Xu Zimo whispered as he slashed Shadow Tyrant downward.
Heaven-Burial appeared as well.
A sky-shattering wave of blade energy erupted, tearing through the cosmos.
The blood mist was forcefully split apart, spatial turbulence ravaging the scene.
The shadow of the skull erged from within.
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