508: Chapter 508 Bloodshed at the Imperial Pass

"What? Do my words carry no weight?"

The Future Self's eyes turned cold, and a sharp Sword Intent, not at all inferior to that of a Late Stage Golden Immortal, instantly locked onto the group.

That Sword Intent pierced into his Divine Soul like an ice pick, making Sect Master Fu Tianshu shiver.

With fierce wolves and tigers from the foreign realm in front and Qingyun supervising from behind, the Golden Immortals of Daluo Heaven gritted their teeth and had no choice but to brace themselves and charge.

Sect Master Fu Tianshu took a deep breath and gripped his ancient sword tightly. His fingertips trembled slightly, not out of fear, but from the despair of having to face death.

He looked back at the Taixuan Immortal Sect Disciples behind him. Their young eyes were filled with hope and expectation—they trusted him, believing their Sect Master could lead them to defeat their formidable enemies.

"Kill!"

Sect Master Fu Tianshu let out a loud shout, and the ancient sword on his back unsheathed, transforming into ten thousand rays of sword light as he charged first towards Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang.

That ancient sword, named "Xuanshuang," was entirely silver, with its blade emitting a faint blue light and a low, humming sound.

The sword light spread out like quicksilver spilling onto the ground, forming crisscrossing strands of Sword Qi that resembled a massive net of swords.

Shui Changdong and the other Golden Immortals of Daluo Heaven also unleashed their Magic Treasures, bracing themselves to meet the various kings from the foreign realm.

A Golden Immortal who looked like an old monk unleashed a string of Buddhist beads; as the beads rotated, they emitted a golden Buddhist light. A middle-aged man in Daoist robes unleashed an ancient bronze mirror, its surface reflecting the light of the sun, moon, and stars. There was also a female cultivator in green who unleashed a vibrant green jade fan, which brought forth waves of floral fragrance as it was fanned.

A brutal slaughter erupted instantly in the starry sky, with Sect Master Fu Tianshu facing off against Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang.

Knowing his strength was inferior to his opponent's, he immediately unleashed the Taixuan Immortal Sect's ultimate sect-protecting technique—the "Taixuan Sword Formation." With a clear whistle, the Xuanshuang ancient sword in his hand suddenly erupted with blinding sword light.

The sword light transformed into countless tiny strands of Sword Qi, weaving through the Void Realm like swimming fish, gradually knitting together into an impenetrable sword net.

The strands of Sword Qi resonated with each other, forming a unique rhythm, as if the entire sword formation were breathing.

The sword formation covered an area of a hundred zhang, completely trapping Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang within.

Sect Master Fu Tianshu trod on the seven stars, his figure moving rapidly through the sword formation.

He wanted to use skirmishing tactics to find a flaw; as long as he could injure Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang even slightly, it would be enough to prove that Daluo Heaven was not completely powerless.

"Mere parlor tricks!"

Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang laughed wildly, making no attempt to dodge or evade.

"Undying Asura Body!"

His entire body erupted with blood-red light, and at that moment, the crimson devilish patterns seemed to come alive, like countless blood snakes slithering beneath his skin.

The blood inside him began to boil, making a gurgling sound. The muscles on his body became even harder, and one could even vaguely see a layer of dark red mist covering his skin.

The Sword Qi, which was enough to slay a Profound Immortal, fell upon Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang like raindrops, creating a clanging sound. Where the Sword Qi struck, it left only shallow white marks, and some strands of Sword Qi were even deflected back, almost injuring Sect Master Fu Tianshu himself.

Sect Master Fu Tianshu's heart sank abruptly. He had fought against Late Stage Golden Immortal powerhouses before, but he had never seen such Physical Body defense.

That Sword Qi could cut through iron like mud, yet it was completely blocked by his opponent's Physical Body!

"Shatter for me!"

Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang gripped the eight desolations heaven-rending axe with both hands; the giant axe seemed as light as nothing in his hands.

The muscles in his arms bulged violently, blue veins throbbing, as he slashed fiercely down at the sword net.

The giant axe carried the momentum of splitting heaven and earth, and wherever it passed, the Void Realm trembled violently.

A sense of oppression rushed towards him, making it almost impossible for Sect Master Fu Tianshu to breathe.

"Crack!"

That exquisite Taixuan Sword Formation was like paper before such power, shattering instantly.

Countless fragments of Sword Qi scattered, transforming into specks of starlight that quickly dissipated.

Sect Master Fu Tianshu felt a tightness in his chest, and a metallic, fishy taste surged up his throat.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprinkled into the starry sky, forming dark red blood flowers.

Before he could steady himself, Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang had already charged in front of him like a berserk Primeval Fierce Beast.

His massive body brought up a gust of wind, and blood-red Devilish Qi gushed out from his body, causing the surrounding temperature to rise sharply.

"Die, you spineless weakling!"

The giant axe slashed down, its blade burning with crimson flames that radiated an astonishing heat.

Sect Master Fu Tianshu had no choice but to raise his sword to block it head-on.

"Clang!"

With a heaven-shaking crash and sparks flying everywhere, Sect Master Fu Tianshu felt a sharp pain in the web between his thumb and index finger, and the Xuanshuang ancient sword in his hand almost flew out of his grasp.

The impact forced his body to recoil violently, and he struggled to steady himself.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang swung his axe with extreme speed, one blow after another, like a violent storm.

Each axe strike carried the force of ten thousand jun, enough to split mountains and cleave seas.

Sect Master Fu Tianshu was forced to retreat step by step under the strikes, his arms numb, the web between his thumb and index finger already split open, with blood flowing down the sword hilt.

He felt his bones groaning in pain, and every parry consumed a vast amount of his spiritual power.

On the other side, the situation of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce President, Shui Changdong, was no better.

His opponent was the curse-user of the Mingxue Su Family, Su Zhou.

Su Zhou did not approach but stood in the distant Void Realm, holding a black scroll in his hands.

The scroll emitted a scent of decay, as if it were a forbidden book from the netherworld.

He kept chanting obscure and difficult-to-understand sinister incantations, each character revealing an ominous aura.

"The Heavenly Dao decays, Qi and blood wither away..."

As the incantation was chanted, strands of grayish-black runes flew towards Shui Changdong like maggots clinging to bone.

The runes drifted through the air, making a hissing sound as if they were alive.

"Jiuding Heaven-Calculating Formation!"

Shui Changdong roared, unleashing his life-bound Immortal Artifact—a golden abacus.

The abacus was entirely golden, and every bead was refined from ten-thousand-year profound gold.

As the beads were moved, they made a clattering sound, and Golden Immortal light poured down like a waterfall, forming an indestructible barrier that protected him within.

Shui Changdong kept moving the beads; every change in the beads represented some faint shift in the heavenly secrets.

He wanted to use the characteristics of this Magic Treasure to calculate and neutralize the power of the curse.

However, Su Zhou's curse was too bizarre; although the grayish-black runes could not immediately break the defense, they attached themselves to the immortal light barrier, constantly corroding and penetrating it.

When the runes collided with the immortal light, they made a sizzling sound, as if sulfuric acid were corroding iron. The grayish-black runes seeped in bit by bit, emitting a nauseating aura.

Shui Changdong discovered with horror that not only was his immortal light defense rapidly weakening, but even his Lifespan was quietly draining away at a rate visible to the naked eye! He looked down and saw that wrinkles had actually appeared on his hands—a sign of aging!

"Damn it! What kind of evil magic is this?"

Cold sweat seeped from Shui Changdong's forehead; he was in utter misery.

He frantically moved the beads, trying to reverse this trend, but the power of the curse was like maggots clinging to bone, impossible to dispel.