401: Chapter 395 Blood Nether Ancestor

Sizzle—

A tooth-aching sound of tearing rang out.

That terrifying giant palm, which condensed Old Ancestor Xueming's lifelong cultivation and the resentful blood of thirty thousand people, was actually split directly down the middle in mid-air by this nonchalant sword strike!

No blood spilled from the cut, because all the blood qi, the moment it touched the sword light,

was completely frozen into blue ice crystals by that extreme chill!

"This... this is impossible..."

On the bone ship in the distance, Old Ancestor Xueming stared blankly at the blood-colored giant palm that had been split in two, the ghost fire in his eyes completely frozen.

He felt as if his throat was blocked by a lump of ice, making even breathing extremely difficult.

After splitting the giant palm, that ice-blue sword light did not stop for a moment; instead, its remaining momentum continued unabated, slicing through the sky.

In the dark red firmament, it forcibly carved out a massive crack hundreds of miles long!

The bright moonlight poured down through this crack once more onto the surging sea surface.

One sword to part the sea. One sword to open the heavens.

Chen Zhiwen slowly withdrew the "Autumn Water" sword, its tip pointing diagonally toward the ground as an extremely tiny blood-colored ice crystal

slid off the blade and shattered against the bluestone floor.

Across dozens of miles of void, he looked coldly at Old Ancestor Xueming on the bone ship, who was already completely dumbfounded by fear.

A corner of his mouth hooked up again in an elegant yet lethal sneer.

"Old dog, this strike of mine—can you withstand it?"

That massive ice-blue crack spanning the heavens was like a cold, ruthless eye suddenly opened by the heavens,

indifferently watching this already boiling dark red sea.

Without the pressure of that world-destroying blood-colored giant palm, the tangible pressure over Heavenly Sword City, which had almost crushed people's Souls, suddenly receded like a tide.

"Huff— Huff—"

On the bluestone of the city walls, Chen Zhengchu was like a dying fish thrown onto a dry riverbed, greedily gasping for the cold air mixed with a strong scent of blood.

His chest heaved violently, and his entire body was already soaked in cold sweat. That luxurious Dharma robe representing his status as an Internal Affairs Hall Elder was now plastered to his body, mixed with mud, making him look unspeakably wretched.

But he couldn't care less about his appearance.

With difficulty, he turned his almost stiff neck bit by bit, staring fixedly at that moon-white figure still standing at the very edge of the city wall with a gaze of extreme awe and fanaticism, as if looking at a god.

"One sword... it was just one sword..."

Chen Zhengchu's upper and lower teeth chattered wildly, making a faint "clatter" sound.

That Soul-shaking sensation caused by extreme shock

was even a hundred times stronger than when he had faced the pressure of the Demonic Path Nascent Soul powerhouse earlier!

"That was... that was the Ten Thousand Blood Return to Ancestry Array, condensed from the resentful blood of thirty thousand people! Even the Sect-protecting arrays of those ancient Sects in the Southern Wilderness would have been annihilated under such an attack... The Grand Elder... he didn't even fully draw his sword..."

Chen Zhengchu's murmurs were instantly torn apart by the shrill sea wind.

Meanwhile, on the sea surface dozens of miles from Heavenly Sword City.

That massive blood-colored bone ship, which had been so overbearing and radiated a heaven-towering demonic might, had now fallen into a deathly silence.

Those thousands of black-robed demonic Cultivators, who were clamoring wildly just now and trying to raze Heavenly Sword City to the ground,

were now each frozen on the deck as if a binding spell had been cast on them. Their eyeballs were almost bulging out of their sockets,

as they looked in utter terror at the ice-blue sword scar in the sky that had yet to dissipate.

In the air at the very front of the bone ship.

Old Ancestor Xueming's shriveled, skeleton-like body was trembling violently and uncontrollably.

The deep-set green ghost fires in his eye sockets had dimmed to the extreme, as if they could be completely snuffed out by the cold sea wind at any moment. Drops of black cold sweat mixed with a foul stench

seeped from his bald forehead and slid down his shriveled cheeks, being frozen into ice shards by the residual Sword Intent before they even fell through the air.

"You... you..."

Old Ancestor Xueming stared fixedly at the young man dozens of miles away who still maintained the posture of one hand on his sword.

His face, distorted by extreme fear, was filled with unmaskable despair.

"This is impossible... this is absolutely impossible!"

Old Ancestor Xueming suddenly erupted with a shrill and frenzied screech like an owl.

His hands frantically tore at the blood-colored long robe he wore, as if only this could alleviate the fear that was nearly driving him mad.

"In this backwater Southern Wilderness, the Spiritual Qi is so thin! Resources are so scarce! How could you possibly Breakthrough to the Late Nascent Soul Stage here! How could you Cultivate such overbearing and pure extreme cold Sword Intent!

Even in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect of the Middle Province, the old monsters capable of unleashing this strike can be counted on one hand! You're not even five hundred years old! What kind of monster are you!"

Old Ancestor Xueming's voice echoed in the gale, no longer containing his previous arrogance and haughtiness,

leaving only the desperate wail of a stray dog at its wit's end.

Faced with Old Ancestor Xueming's hysterical questioning,

a corner of Chen Zhiwen's mouth very slowly curled into an arc that was elegant to the extreme, yet also cruel to the extreme.

He did not loudly retort like an ordinary Cultivator. Instead, he very casually released his right hand from the hilt, and with a "clack," he gently pushed the "Autumn Water" long sword, which had only been unsheathed an inch,

back into its scabbard.

Clang—

As the blade returned to its sheath, the ice-blue Sword Qi filling the sky actually vanished instantly, retracting as cleanly as a hundred rivers returning to the sea. Except for that massive crack still spanning the firmament, it was as if that world-destroying sword strike had never existed.

"Xueming, you old dog."

Chen Zhiwen stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as calm as a bottomless pool of stagnant water. He looked at the distant Old Ancestor Xueming as if looking at a pathetic insect making its final struggle in a spiderweb.

"The greatest mistake you made in your life was using your pathetic, frog-in-a-well perspective to judge my foundation."

Chen Zhiwen's voice was light, yet it crossed the distance of dozens of miles like an invisible heavy hammer, slamming hard against Old Ancestor Xueming's spiritual platform.

"So what if the Southern Wilderness is scarce in Spiritual Qi? When I fought my way out of that man-eating meat grinder called the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, did I rely on some illusory Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi? What I relied on was an appetite even more gluttonous than you demonic Cultivators, and a Heart-Nature even more ruthless."

Chen Zhiwen slowly took a step forward.

Buzz—!

With just this nonchalant step,

the void beneath his feet actually rippled with a visible transparent wave. Immediately after, Chen Zhiwen's figure crossed a distance of several miles in an instant, in a terrifying manner that ignored the Laws of space!

Shrinking the Earth into Inches!

"Didn't you keep saying that I could only hide in my turtle shell?"

Chen Zhiwen took another step, his figure eerily closing the distance by several more miles. His cold face was rapidly magnifying in Old Ancestor Xueming's pupils.

"Now, I have come out. I am standing right in front of your broken ship. How many more drops can you squeeze out of that pathetic resentful blood of yours?"

Extreme fear, like a cold poisonous snake, tightly coiled around Old Ancestor Xueming's heart.

Looking at that moon-white figure stepping through the void as if strolling through a courtyard, Old Ancestor Xueming finally broke down completely.

The shadow that had pierced his very bones when Chen Zhiwen severed his right arm with a single sword strike in Luoxia Valley two hundred years ago was magnified infinitely at this moment, completely shattering his laughable Nascent Soul dignity.

"Madman! You're a complete and utter madman! I'm not playing with you anymore!"

Old Ancestor Xueming spun around, the ghost fires in his eyes flickering wildly.

His hands quickly formed an extremely ancient and evil hand seal before his chest, and he let out a shrill roar toward the sky.

"Ten Thousand Blood Escape Technique! Burn for me!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Following Old Ancestor Xueming's command,

a series of hair-raising sounds of flesh and blood exploding rang out one after another on the deck of that massive bone ship!

Those thousands of black-robed demonic Cultivators, who were still in a state of terror, didn't even have time to let out a scream

before their bodies burst apart like blood-colored balls filled with air!

A sky full of severed limbs and broken organs rained down upon the deck.

"Old Ancestor! What are you doing! Old Ancestor, have mercy!"

Ghost Bone, the Late Golden Core Stage Elder who had been kneeling at the very front of the bone ship, watched in utter horror as his subordinates around him were instantly turned into blood mist.

He desperately tried to stand up and flee, but an irresistible and eerie force had already locked onto his Dantian.

"Ghost Bone! You've lived long enough, you old dog! It is your honor to add fuel to my escape technique! All of you, die for me!"

An extremely distorted madness appeared on Old Ancestor Xueming's shriveled face. With a violent wave of his hand, Ghost Bone's shriveled body also shattered in an instant. A golden, evil-radiating Golden Core flew out of his Dantian and was immediately caught and crushed without hesitation by Old Ancestor Xueming!

The lifeblood of over three thousand Demonic Path elites, plus the entire cultivation of a Late Golden Core Stage expert, was ruthlessly and forcibly sacrificed by Old Ancestor Xueming at this moment!

All the blood qi converged in mid-air into a dark red blood cocoon so dense it even emitted a pungent scorched smell,

tightly wrapping Old Ancestor Xueming's shriveled body within it.

Sshhh!

The moment the blood cocoon formed, it turned into an extremely piercing blood-colored streak of light. At a terrifying speed that even a Nascent Soul Stage Divine Sense could hardly track,

it suddenly tore through the void ahead and dove directly into a spatial rift, attempting to flee frantically toward the depths of the Southern Wilderness!

"He fled? That old devil actually killed and sacrificed all his Disciples just to flee?!"