119: Blood Demon Realm, Going to Liangzhou Alone

Blood in his eyes glowed intensely, and with a slight lift of his right arm, a long sword, shimmering with spiritual light, was firmly clamped between two fingers.

The sword body still hummed and vibrated, but it could not break free from the shackles.

He turned his head to look to his left; the gloomy, black-clothed middle-aged man was clutching a sword-art spell, retreating cautiously, while dozens of gray figures were approaching from a distance, cutting through the wind.

The fluctuation in the passage had indeed alerted the guards, but Blood Sea’s Divine Sense swept over everyone, discovering that the strongest black-clothed middle-aged man was merely so-so, far inferior to himself.

Since the opponent had made a move, there was no point in further words; it would be better to capture him first, perform Soul Refining, and then talk, which would conveniently provide some basic information.

Having made his decision, scarlet patterns emerged on Blood Sea's fingertips, and several blood threads snaked and coiled along the sword's spine, then suddenly twisted.

The spiritual sword's mournful hum abruptly ceased, and all its precious light was extinguished.

“How dare you! How dare you damage my Magical Artifact!” the black-clothed middle-aged man roared, veins bulging on his neck.

Before his voice faded, a Blood Wind (pungent wind) assaulted his face, and a bloody afterimage had already enveloped his vision.

He felt his entire demonic Qi instantly and firmly restrained, rendering him completely immobile.

A terrifying Divine Soul power had already invaded his Sea of Consciousness.

“demon infant…” The black-clothed middle-aged man only managed to utter in terror; before he could beg for mercy, a gray haze quickly spread over his pupils, and his body slumped like a withered hide.

The entire person was held by Blood River by the head, like a puppet on strings.

The surrounding gray-clothed Cultivators, seeing this, also showed fear in their eyes, shouting and fleeing.

However, a golden-red blood drop flew out from Blood Sea’s glabella, and thousands of scarlet threads transformed into swimming snakes, pouncing towards the crowd.

In an instant, streams of blood, like bloodthirsty mad snakes, plunged into the bodies of these gray-clothed Cultivators.

Amidst their shrill screams, the Cultivators' flesh visibly collapsed and withered, transforming into a ground full of dried corpses in a flash.

One after another, Bloodlines also returned to that golden-red blood drop.

Once all the Bloodlines had returned, the blood drop flashed with a few streaks of blood-light, then re-merged into Blood Sea's glabella.

At this moment, Blood Sea also withdrew his hand, and the black-clothed middle-aged man’s vital Qi also flowed out from his seven orifices, instantly turning him into a withered corpse.

With a wave of his hand, the Storage Pouches from the waists of the black-clothed middle-aged man and the gray-clothed Disciples all fell into Blood Sea’s hand, and a red light flashed in the field.

A blood flame had already shot up into the sky.

Blood Sea had learned from Xiang Qi’s memory that this world was called the Blood Demon Realm, which was a Middle Thousand Worlds, and a very powerful one at that, notorious even among the surrounding Middle Thousand Worlds.

The Blood Demon Realm’s power structure was extremely stable, with the Abyssal Blood Palace—the first palace of all ages—ranking supreme.

Below it were five major Sects: Slaughter Demon Palace, Yellow Springs Valley, Corpse Refining Sect, Soul Refining Sect, and Desolate God Dao.

The group of people he had just annihilated were Disciples of the Slaughter Demon Palace, and the black-clothed middle-aged man leading them was merely an outer Sect deacon, with a Demon Core Realm cultivation.

The Blood Demon Realm was not just a little bit stronger than the Yuan Realm; with Blood Sea's current strength, he had only barely entered the middle tier in this realm, and there were too many existences he could not afford to provoke. Having killed people from the Slaughter Demon Palace, he had to escape as quickly as possible.

The Blood Demon Realm practiced the Demonic Path. Tens of thousands of years ago, the Abyssal Blood Palace had already annihilated almost all the Righteous Path Cultivators in this realm, with only a few escaping to other worlds, and simultaneously renamed this realm the Blood Demon Realm.

From then on, this realm only had Demonic Path Cultivators.

However, even a Demonic Path world had order. According to the Blood Demon Realm's description, it was a world of chaotic order. This realm also had Mortal Dynasties and Mortals; not everyone could cultivate the Demonic Path.

Most Demonic Path Cultivators were also selected from Mortals and entered Sects.

However, after entering a Sect, it was not like the Yuyang Sect or Taiyi Sect that Xiao Zhuo knew, which upheld the tradition of passing down the torch from generation to generation, but rather a naked Gu-raising method.

All Sect Disciples, from the moment they entered the Sect, had to face countless slaughters. Fellow Disciples might fight to the death for an Opportunity, a treasure, or even a few words of dispute, and those who survived would possess everything.

As long as high-ranking Disciples did not wantonly slaughter low-ranking Disciples, the Sect would not interfere.

From Xiang Qi’s memory, Blood Sea had basically obtained the fundamental information about this world, and what interested him the most was the Abyssal Blood Palace.

The Abyssal Blood Palace cultivated the Blood Dao, and it was said that the direct descendants of the Blood Palace possessed the Bloodline of the ancient Blood God.

Blood Sea’s current body was an Innate Blood God Body. In this realm, to progress rapidly, the Abyssal Blood Palace’s Cultivation Technique was a must-have. Otherwise, through mere deduction, obtaining a Cultivation Technique comparable to the top ones in this realm would incur a cost that Blood Sea could not afford at present.

Blood Sea was currently heading towards the Endless Abyss, where the Abyssal Blood Palace was located.

Yuan Realm, Liangzhou.

An earth-shattering battle was currently unfolding above Liangzhou City.

Streaks of Sword Qi pierced through the sky, tearing apart the clouds, and various rumbling explosions echoed for a hundred miles. Every moment, huge energy fluctuations erupted above Liangcheng.

Xiao Shaoyou’s burly figure stood suspended in the air. The black and white Daoist robe on him showed no trace of an ethereal, immortal demeanor; instead, it resembled a tight-fitting garment.

The taut fabric clearly outlined his well-defined pectoral muscles.

The current Xiao Shaoyou was no longer the fat man who used to be afraid of demons and monsters; the Purple Cloud Sword in his hand had also reached the level of a ninth-grade spiritual sword. At this moment, he, a single man with a single sword, was confronting seven Demon, none of whom were below the Middle Stage of the Dominator realm.

However, the fat man's Law of the Sword was only a step away from reaching ten percent, and his Sword Intent was strong enough to crush all the demons and monsters in the field; even their Domains would be shattered by a single sword strike from him.

At this moment, he alone was relentlessly attacking the seven Dominators.

“What are you hiding for?” He twisted his body and unleashed a crescent-shaped Sword Qi, severing half the tail of a beast-eared demon. “Weren’t you just clamoring to devour my flesh alive?”

The beast-eared Dominator felt a chill down his spine. If not for his superior speed, he would have almost lost his backside.

When this fierce god came knocking, the seven Dominators still thought it was a crushing victory for them. This Human Race brat, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, was practically delivering himself to them, daring to break into Liangzhou City, a major stronghold of demons and monsters, all by himself.

After a hundred rounds of fighting, they realized it was indeed a crushing victory, but they were the ones being crushed.

This Human Race’s long sword was simply capable of cutting through anything. The strongest defensive rhino demon Dominator, Xi Jianqiang, was beheaded by his sword. If not for the quick support from the others, his entire body would have been shattered.

Any defensive Divine Ability or Domain was just a single sword strike in front of him.

This made all the Demon fight with trepidation, unable to find an opening, and could only constantly maneuver, attempting to exhaust Xiao Shaoyou’s true Qi.

However, this fat man, despite having unleashed hundreds of terrifyingly powerful Sword Qi, still seemed perfectly fine, his aura not diminished in the slightest.

Wasn't this just asking for trouble?

Xiao Shaoyou, however, was unrestrained. Streaks of Sword Qi flew from the Purple Cloud Sword. A bull demon, with no way to evade, was instantly surrounded by dozens of Sword Qi. Even after using its demonic transformation, it was still shredded into a bloody mist by the overwhelmingly powerful Sword Qi.

Even its Divine Soul did not have time to escape before being annihilated along with its body.

The group of demons and monsters watched, their eyelids twitching. Instead of being enraged, they fled in terror. This bull demon was no ordinary demon; he was the current Clan Chief of the Ox Demon Clan, a top-tier expert in the Late Stage of the Dominator realm.

Yet, he was cut down just like that.

Xiao Shaoyou saw these demons and monsters starting to flee, and his expression changed. He wanted to inflict pain on the demons, to wound them severely to force out that fox.

If they all ran, what would he even do?

Immediately, he transformed into a sword light and headed towards the rhino demon who had initially boasted of invincible defense and challenged him.

Xi Jianqiang had long since transformed into his Main Body. Below his colossal body, like a small mountain, his four short legs created afterimages as he frantically tried to escape, his plump buttocks quivering violently with each stride.

But he was still the slowest here. Seeing the sword light approaching, a fierce glint flashed in Xi Jianqiang’s eyes, expanding to a thousand zhang in size, and he turned around, stomping a hoof towards the sword light.

Xiao Shaoyou sneered, raising his sword. The luminous white sword aura rolled back like a galaxy.