125: Tower Breaker (Part 1)

Everyone's gaze was instantly drawn to the opulent carriage, and they looked up.

The gilded carriage, accompanied by the sound of rushing air, plummeted directly towards the Blood Fiend Tower. The Blood Sea Cultivator guarding the tower gate, along with other waiting Cultivators, all retreated.

As the dust settled, a young man in a dark brocade robe stepped out of the carriage, his feet clad in gold-threaded cloud-patterned boots. Behind him, a black-robed Elder stood as still as a withered pine.

The moment the Elder appeared, the surrounding air suddenly solidified, making it difficult to breathe.

"Void Refining Realm!" The Blood Sea Cultivator's pupils constricted slightly, yet his expression remained calm.

A hum gradually rose from the square, and whispers drifted into their ears with the wind.

"Qilin treading on cloud patterns! It's the Teng Family's direct lineage carriage!"

"Even a Prodigy like this has come to join the fun?"

"How could an Undergoing Tribulation family stoop so low..."

"Are the Blood Palace's rules just for show?"

The Blood Sea Cultivator, however, paid no attention, his gaze still fixed on the stone tablet's projection.

And as the Qilin carriage descended, the Elder in the pavilion moved, already appearing opposite the Young Master in black.

"Brother Teng, who is this?" The pavilion Elder's gaze swept past the young man, settling on the black-robed figure behind him.

The Young Master in black's lips were slightly pursed, the golden threads on his cuffs glinting coldly in the sunlight.

"Brother Jing, after a hundred years, it seems you've advanced another step!" The black-robed Elder stepped forward half a pace, cupped his fist towards the Blood Palace Elder, and then introduced with a smile: "This is Teng Wuji, the legitimate son of my clan's second branch. He was previously trapped in a Secret Realm, which delayed his Blood Palace selection, so he had no choice but to challenge this Blood Fiend Tower. I didn't expect Brother Jing to be on duty today. Wuji, quickly greet Uncle Jing."

Before he finished speaking, the young man had already performed the Junior's Rei: "Uncle Jing is well."

His voice was like the striking of jade.

"Hehe! It's all thanks to the Azure Cloud Fruit that Brother Teng gave up back then; otherwise, this old man might never have been able to Breakthrough to Void Refinement Peak in this lifetime. Since it's Nephew Teng from the Teng Family who wants to challenge the tower today, he can enter in the next round." The Elder surnamed Jing stroked his beard and smiled, nodding slightly towards the young man. With a single hand gesture, he invited, "Brother Teng, why don't you catch up with me here!"

The Elder of the Teng Family nodded, a slight smile appearing on his face. He nodded a greeting to the young man, and with a wave of his hand, he retracted the Qilin carriage into his Spirit Beast Pouch at his waist, then moved to the pavilion with the Elder surnamed Jing.

And this Teng Wuji also remained at the tower entrance, looking back at the light screen above the stone tablet in the square. However, after glancing at it twice, he no longer watched, a hint of disdain even appearing at the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that these challengers were not worthy of his attention.

At this moment, the battle between the first Demon Cultivator to Breakthrough the third floor and the Body Cultivator guarding the tower had reached a fever pitch. All ten main souls of the soul banner had been devoured by him, and the demonic light around his body surged. He even took out a pair of short blades and began to engage in close-quarters combat with the Body Cultivator.

The guardian, having already expended most of his true essence and physical strength from the Thousand soul banner, now moved nearly forty percent slower than at the beginning.

Where the two entangled, the blue bricks cracked inch by inch.

The Demon Cultivator suddenly sneered, his dual blades exploding into streaks of light. The shockwave shattered the guardian's arms.

A cold glint flashed in the blood mist, Sword Qi like a venomous snake biting at the throat. A large head rolled into the dust. The guardian was defeated, and the third floor was passed.

This person did not choose to continue challenging, but directly chose to exit the tower.

The screen then extinguished, and a figure appeared in front of the Blood Fiend Tower, it was precisely the Demon Cultivator who had passed the third floor.

The victor stumbled out of the tower, not caring about the bloodstains on his body, and sat down to meditate.

His knuckles trembled slightly from excitement, but he suppressed the curve of his lips.

As the first person passed, the remaining nine also successively reached the third floor. However, six of them were instantly blasted apart and perished as soon as they reached the third floor, while two others persevered for hundreds of moves but still chose to give up.

Only one Cultivator, covered in dark demonic patterns, controlled nine Flying Swords, clashing with the guardian.

He showed no signs of falling behind.

This person was also one of those who had reached the third floor in the second round. At this moment, the battle had also reached its end. After about a dozen breaths, the light of the Blood Fiend Tower's third floor extinguished. This last person successfully killed the guardian, becoming the second person to pass.

Similarly, he also did not choose to continue ascending floors, but chose to withdraw.

The giant blood-colored gate boomed open, revealing the dark void behind it.

The voice of the Disciple on duty pierced through the clamor: "Yao Chuo! Tong Mo! Tang Lang! ... Blood Sea Cultivator! Teng Wuji!"

After calling out the names, he raised his hand and threw out ten blood-colored jade talismans: "Crush to forfeit!"

The ten people waiting at the entrance successively took the jade talismans, stepped into the tower gate, and disappeared without a trace.

The Blood Sea Cultivator flashed and stepped into it, his robe fluttering in the spatial ripples.

The scene before him suddenly shifted. Dark long boots stepped on mirror-like lake water, reflecting lush, verdant peaks.

The Blood Sea Cultivator lowered his gaze, his Divine Sense spreading out like a spiderweb.

The water surface suddenly rippled unusually, and a shadow ten zhang below was tearing through the water, rapidly ascending.

He lightly tapped his toes, leaving only a blood-colored afterimage in place.

The moment the blue-scaled Flood Dragon burst out of the water, the sound of its sharp teeth clashing caused ripples to spread, but it only tore apart the afterimage.

The pressure of the demon infant Perfection Stage stirred the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, and the water droplets brought up by the flicking of its dragon tail refracted thousands of cold glints.

A Flood Dragon at the demon infant Perfection Stage? The Blood Sea Cultivator's heart tensed, and a hint of solemnity appeared on his face.

The Flood Dragon clan was definitely considered powerful among those of the same rank.

And this Flood Dragon was clearly a water-type Flood Dragon; fighting it in the lake would undoubtedly be disadvantageous for him.

The Flood Dragon missed its attack, and its hundred-zhang-long body submerged into the lake once more.

The Blood Sea Cultivator stood suspended in the air, his black robe flapping in the strong wind.

As he activated his Heaven-Observing Divine Eye, dark gold patterns swirled on the brow of the soul infant in his Sea of Consciousness. His gaze penetrated the lake water, clearly reflecting the patterns of every inverse scale on the hundred-zhang-long dragon body.

He subtly formed a Blood Control Art with his fingertips, and invisible threads silently seeped into the lake surface.

The next moment.

The water surface exploded with a thousand waves, and the Flood Dragon, enveloped in profound ice cold Qi, shot into the sky.

The Blood Sea Cultivator's pupils constricted—the azure water membrane actually blocked the Blood Control Art!

As the colossal tail swept across, the air was compressed, producing a piercing sonic boom.

The Blood Sea Cultivator advanced instead of retreating, the bulging muscles of his right arm suddenly expanding. The full Physical Body power of his Late-stage Demon Infant (Cultivation Stage) burst forth.

His fist collided with the dragon scales, even sparking. The Blood Sea Cultivator, sent flying backward, used the momentum to flip a hundred zhang away, his left sleeve already shredded by the water blades.

"Hiss—" The scales on the Flood Dragon's tail shattered, oozing golden-blue blood beads. The Blood Sea Cultivator's punch just now had not allowed it to gain any advantage either.

The Heaven-Observing Divine Eye flowed with dark golden light, and the trajectories of thousands of water Spiritual Qi were clearly visible in his eyes.

Source Blood emerged. The Blood Sea Cultivator gripped the dark golden blood drop, and the Blood Sea Demonic Sword suddenly appeared. The lake water within a ten-mile radius suddenly boiled.

The third style of the Heaven Slaughtering Sword Art, "Heaven Slaughtering," was unleashed with ferocity. Countless blood-colored Sword Qi formed an inverted vortex on the lake surface, forcefully draining the entire lake into a vacuum.

The Flood Dragon, which had just submerged to the bottom of the lake, immediately revealed itself. The sky-high lake water poured down, and the Sword Qi forming the vortex solidified. A ten-zhang Sword Qi beam fiercely struck down.

Almost simultaneously, nine black flame Demon Dragons rose in succession behind the Blood Sea Cultivator. The nine black flame Demon Dragons swiftly pounced towards the Flood Dragon below.

The Flood Dragon naturally wouldn't sit idly by. The profound ice breath it exhaled from its mouth enveloped the nine black flame Demon Dragons. However, the clash of ice and fire melted like snow meeting boiling oil, and the entire lakeside was instantly filled with white mist.

Among the nine Demon Dragons, three split off to intercept the breath, while the remaining six had already rushed around the Flood Dragon, transforming into Nine Yang Demonic Flames that completely enveloped its body.

"Sizzle" sounds continuously rang out.

A smell of burnt flesh followed.

The blue-scaled Flood Dragon was covered in black flames, and many of its scales were scorched black and peeled off.

Its hundred-zhang body continuously twisted and struggled.

Another sword light fell, and the dragon's head flew off. The struggling body suddenly plummeted.

At this moment, the lake water that had been sucked into the sky also fell, once again converging below to form a small lake, submerging the Flood Dragon's corpse.

The dark blue blood dyed the entire lake a sky-blue color.

The Blood Sea Cultivator's series of attacks were swift and decisive, making him the fastest challenger to defeat his opponent.

Outside the Blood Fiend Tower, countless gazes were drawn to the Blood Sea Cultivator's battle.

Upon seeing the Flood Dragon beheaded with a single sword, many people let out exclamations of surprise.

Even the two Void Refining Realm Elders couldn't help but turn their gazes towards the light screen.

Elder Jing showed some surprise in his eyes when he saw the Blood Sea Cultivator's figure in the image.

In his opinion, the first person to pass the first floor should have been that Young Master of the Teng Family. He hadn't expected to have misjudged.

The Elder of the Teng Family snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve, his gaze sweeping over his own Young Lord who was still entangled in battle, his knuckles clenched white.