Byron City, sowhere.
Amidst a field of flesh and debris.
Holy Grail Charles, having just revived, stared blankly at the sky, his face suddenly turning hideous with rage, "How dare he? How could he do this? That was... the Holy Grail!"
To beco a ’longevity’, shouldn’t it be the pursuit of all ’perfect ones’?
Why disdain it?
To destroy the entire ritual?
It doesn’t make sense!
"Heh heh... The madness and corruption of us ’perfect ones,’ only turns out to be more terrifying than others... Perhaps that person has gone mad too..."
Out of the darkness, the gourt Sanier slowly erged, "The matter of the Holy Grail is settled, but Charles... your scheming against , it can’t just end so simply."
"I am in a very bad mood right now, don’t provoke , Sanier, or you will regret it."
Charles’s clothes tore apart, as countless arms, legs, and heads spread out, transforming him into a horrifying monster with hundreds of legs, hands, and eyes.
He was truly furious.
The onset of the Blood Cup War was not easy.
It required a specific astral alignnt, that is, timing, and basically, he would only encounter this once in his lifeti.
And this failure almost ant he had no chance to ascend to ’longevity’, but would only decay and die of old age.
"Ordinary mysterious people no longer satisfy , now I prefer quirky ingredients..."
Sanier licked his lips, his eyes revealing a mad craving as he suddenly transford into a demon with goat horns on his head.
Two monsters clashed in an instant.
Their bodies were their best weapons.
Toxins, corrosive pus, flas...
A variety of supernatural abilities turned into successive explosions and various colored flares.
"Damn it... Sanier, if you keep pestering , you will only attract that real madman from the Five Rings School!"
The monstrous form of Charles collapsed a wall, letting out an angry roar.
Just then, he suddenly felt sothing was wrong.
In the sky, a shadow that blotted out the sun was already looming overhead.
It was the wings of the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent!
On the ground, the darkness seed to have its own life, endlessly devouring everything.
"That madman... He actually wants to kill us both?"
Charles blurted out.
Sanier looked up and saw the figure standing on top of the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent, suddenly feeling a chill in his body.
"There are still two more here!"
Zhong Shenxiu muttered to himself, patting the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent.
In the sky, a flurry of pristine white feathers fell once again...
This ti, Zhong Shenxiu did not take it lightly, simultaneously chanting a spell, "Modo..."
An unnad technique activated, a terrifying spiritual pressure fell upon Charles.
The huge monster’s many eyes beca bewildered in an instant; a multitude of arms and legs simultaneously lost mobility, letting pure white feathers fall down upon him.
Countless feathers ford a circle, completely encompassing the monster.
Simultaneously, he slightly sidestepped, dodging a claw from Sanier that had unknowingly arrived behind him.
"Gourt Sanier?"
Zhong Shenxiu looked at the body of Sanier, "Void Alien Bloodline?"
He had read about it in the forbidden area, knowing it to be a powerful Spirit Realm Creature, very proficient in spatial movent.
"What a perfect ingredient..."
Sanier grew even more agitated, his entire body trembling. "A complete True Spirit of the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent bloodline? To think a genius like you could erge from the fallen Five Rings School... It’s just a pity that such a genius is about to fall..."
In his sigh, Zhong Shenxiu seed to see a huge demonic face erging behind Sanier.
Suddenly, he felt his Spiritual Body, through so kind of bridge, connect with Sanier’s across from him.
"Void Imprint... the prey I’ve set my sights on has never escaped."
Sanier’s eyes glinted with a purplish-red fire. "Accept the sanction of the void!"
Instantly, Zhong Shenxiu felt a terrifying madness and influence, ready to surge into his soul through that imprint.
Clearly, this kind of Void Imprint had an ability similar to Spirit Realm contamination.
And it was of a very high essence.
Moreover, many ’Perfected Ones’ often teetered on the edge of losing control, making them highly susceptible to such direct attacks on the soul.
"My hybrid Void bloodline not only excels in spatial travel but also specializes in soul contamination..."
Within a certain semi-conscious world, the utterly demonic Sanier erged. "My stomach is starving, my appetite is roaring... I will slowly savor your spirit."
His face twisted viciously as he lunged disdainfully at a noticeably smaller Three-eyed Feathered Serpent ahead of him.
Perhaps the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent was powerful in the Spirit Realm, but in the pure realm of consciousness, it was still the turf of the Void hybrids!
Not to ntion, with the Void Imprint, he had an enhancent in this regard!
This was the gourt’s secret weapon; the previous Sanier had relied on this trick alone to make a desperate turnaround and break through extre encirclent.
A huge demon tore open the Feathered Serpent, entering deeper into Zhong Shenxiu’s consciousness.
Sanier intended to devour the deepest part of Zhong Shenxiu’s spirit, his True Spirit.
However, the next mont, he saw...
...
"Ah!!!"
In Byron City, Sanier’s eyes burst, overflowing with blood.
He kneeled on the ground, reverted to human form, continuously wailing incoherent mad babble.
His skin began to tear, and inside his body, it seed as though countless insects were scurrying about; his organs appeared to have developed their own consciousness, wanting to break free from his body.
"Trying to compete in spirit with , looking for death?"
Zhong Shenxiu muttered quietly to himself. "My True Spirit had been contaminated by an ancient god, and even that blind sage from the Dragon Tiger Sect had verified it... and you still challenge on this?"
The rank of Void hybrids might be high, but they were only Spirit Realm Creatures.
Compared to those twelve great existences at the root of the Spirit Realm, the source of all mysteries, they were still quite a distance away.
And the Gate of Thousand Paths was at this sa level.
Even just touching a bit of that essence was enough to make Sanier suffer greatly, eting a crushing defeat.
"Death!"
Watching Sanier about to lose control, Zhong Shenxiu waved his hand, and countless feathers fell, completely covering him.
On the other side, the creature that Charles had transford into also fell to the ground, dying silently.
Countless dark blood flowed out from his pores.
At this mont, Zhong Shenxiu sensed sothing unusual nearby.
He thought for a mont, then took out a roughly-made wooden carved cup.
Holy Grail!
At the bottom of this cup, there seed to be a ring of moving black mud, emitting a rotting stench, reminding Zhong Shenxiu of a decaying swamp.
"This is an unfinished batch of longevity blood, completely useless."
He muttered, watching the bodies of the gourt and Charles rapidly dissolve, absorbed by the Holy Grail.
And the black mud at the bottom of the Holy Grail seed to have thickened a bit more, almost as if it was about to fernt into a liquored drink.
’Two ’Perfected Ones’, how many regular human sacrifices could they equate to? Could this be considered quality over quantity? Too bad... it’s still useless...’
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