154: A bloodbath between Nascent Soul cultivators, the divine sword's ferocious power!

As Shen Yuanmo's icy sword tip pointed at him from afar, Night Crow felt his Divine Soul freeze.

A bone-chilling cold Qi savagely rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, causing his thoughts to momentarily halt.

Too fast!

Too strong!

Those were twelve Golden Core Great Perfection Corpse Refinements, the result of Ghost Face's hundreds of years of painstaking effort, forming the renowned “Twelve Capital Heaven Fiendgod Array”!

Even a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator trapped within would be severely injured, let alone escape so easily.

But in front of this monster, those indestructible Corpse Refinements crumbled at a touch.

No, there wasn't even a process of crumbling.

They were directly erased from this world!

What grade of Magic Treasure was that black sword?!

Night Crow recoiled in fear, looking frantically at Ghost Face beside him.

He saw the exact same emotion in his companion's eyes.

"This kid is too sinister!" Ghost Face's voice was hoarse.

"The Domain of his sword naturally counters our Netherworld Cultivation Technique! We can't drag this out any longer!"

"Combine our strength!"

"Use forbidden techniques, kill him!"

"Alright!"

Night Crow nodded heavily, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

There was no turning back.

Today, either Shen Yuanmo dies, or they perish!

"Netherworld Blood Sacrifice, Dharma Idol Descends!"

Night Crow let out a non-human roar, his gaunt body trembled violently, and he unhesitatingly burned three hundred years of his Lifespan!

His skin rapidly lost its color in a bizarre way, tightening over his bones, like an ancient corpse dried for a thousand years.

But his Aura was surging wildly!

Behind him, a blurry, pitch-black Dharma Idol, a hundred zhang tall, slowly emerged from the Void Realm.

The remaining Yin Qi and Death Qi in the canyon transformed into visible black currents, frantically converging towards the Dharma Idol.

Two viscous, foul-smelling rivers of blood flowed from the Dharma Idol's eyes.

It opened its massive mouth, and an invisible sound wave instantly spread out!

This roar was soundless.

Yet it could directly shatter any Divine Soul below the Nascent Soul Stage!

On the other side, Ghost Face was even more ruthless.

He stared intently at the pale bone banner in his hand, a fleeting pang of heartache in his eyes, but it was immediately drowned by surging killing intent.

He gritted his teeth and performed a crazy act that would make any demonic Cultivator tremble.

He fiercely plunged the “Twelve Capital Heaven Fiendgod Banner”, his Lifebound Treasure connected to his mind, into his own chest!

"Pfft!"

The bone banner pierced his flesh, like a greedy Vicious Beast, frantically devouring his vital essence, magic power, and Divine Soul!

Ghost Face's body shriveled at an astonishing speed, turning completely into a skeletal dry corpse, as if he would dissipate with the wind in the next second.

In exchange, the bone banner erupted with dazzling bloody light!

On the banner surface, the twelve Corpse Refinement patterns that Shen Yuanmo had just slain twisted and writhed in the bloody light, finally wailing as they fused into one!

A hideous Corpse King, ten zhang tall, with a single horn on its head, bone wings on its back, and covered in blood-red scales, roared as it leaped out from the banner surface!

"Roar—!"

This “Twelve Capital Heaven Corpse King”, formed by the Fusion of the Twelve Capital Heaven Corpse Refinements, roared to the sky, its voice shaking the four wildernesses!

The terrifying Aura it exuded was infinitely close to the Late Nascent Soul Stage!

An unprecedented sense of power filled the hearts of the two assassins.

"We're sure to win!"

Night Crow felt the terrifying might of the Dharma Idol behind him, and ecstasy surged within him.

No matter how strong this kid is, he's still just a Golden Core Cultivator! His Divine Soul will surely extinguish like a candle flame under the Dharma Idol's Netherworld Divine Light!

"Kill him, and this divine sword will be ours!"

Ghost Face looked at the majestic Corpse King, a twisted smile appearing on his shriveled face.

This was his trump card, his confidence in challenging a Late Nascent Soul Stage opponent!

He didn't believe that a Golden Core Cultivator's Physical Body could withstand a single blow from the Corpse King!

They didn't believe that a Golden Core Cultivator could take their strongest attack, exchanged for burning their Origin!

"Netherworld Divine Light, Soul Annihilation!"

"Corpse King Descends, Devour the Heavens!"

The two Nascent Soul True Lords' strongest killing moves were unleashed simultaneously at this moment!

An invisible sound wave that annihilated Divine Souls descended from the sky, enveloping the four wildernesses!

A terrifying Corpse King, comparable to a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, rose from the ground, sealing off the earth!

One above, one below.

One targeting the Divine Soul, one targeting the physical.

A deadly trap, like a net cast from heaven and earth, completely sealed off all of Shen Yuanmo's escape routes!

The entire canyon's space groaned under this power, unable to bear the strain, and spiderweb-like hideous cracks appeared on the hard rock walls.

However, Shen Yuanmo, at the center of this deadly trap, showed no trace of panic.

He looked up at the world-destroying attacks.

In his eyes was Battle Intent boiling like magma.

"Now this is getting interesting."

He muttered to himself, then, for the first time in his life, he gripped the hilt of the great evolution immortal slaying sword with both hands!

"Buzz—!"

Inside him, the five-colored Golden Core spun frantically at an unprecedented speed, its glazed radiance almost bursting out of his body.

Vast magic power, like a river breaking its dam, poured into the divine sword through his arms without reservation!

The great evolution immortal slaying sword let out an extremely excited sword cry, responding to his Battle Intent.

On the dark sword body, the blade composed of five-colored flowing light shone brightly, as if it wanted to illuminate the entire dim canyon!

Shen Yuanmo's eyes burst with divine light as he raised his long sword high.

With a grand voice, as if from the Nine Heavens, he recited the first sword art he had created for this divine sword!

"Great Evolution Sword Art, First Form—"

"Five Elements! Annihilation!"

An indescribable gray sword light, rising from below, met the two ultimate killing moves!

That sword light seemed not to belong to this world.

Wherever it passed, all things withered, and Laws retreated!

Time, at this moment, seemed to stand still.

Space, at this moment, seemed to solidify.

The core of the entire world was left with only this one sword, annihilating all Laws!

Boom—!!!

There was no earth-shattering roar, only an extreme, deathly silence that seemed to swallow all sound and light!

The gray sword light first collided with the invisible Netherworld Divine Light in mid-air!

The ecstasy on Night Crow's face had not yet faded before it suddenly froze.

He could “see” that the sound wave, capable of annihilating Golden Core Divine Souls, instantly collided with an invisible wall upon contact with the gray sword light.

No, not a wall!

It was a grinding mill!

A grinding mill composed of the Five Elements: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth Law power!

The countless vengeful souls contained within the Netherworld Divine Light let out silent, mournful screams under the grinding mill's crushing.

They were cut by the sharpness of Metal, purified by the vitality of Wood, cleansed by the flexibility of Water, incinerated by the heat of Fire, and suppressed by the weight of Earth... In just an instant, the malicious resentment was thoroughly obliterated.

But, it wasn't over yet.

At the core of the Five Elements' rotation, that wisp of gray “Annihilation” true meaning, like a maggot in the bone, flowed backward along Night Crow's Divine Soul connection with the Dharma Idol!

"Pfft!"

Night Crow's massive Netherworld Dharma Idol couldn't even struggle, being instantly crushed into fragments on the spot!

He let out a tragic scream, his Divine Soul suffering devastating damage, and black blood flowed from all seven of his orifices simultaneously.

He fell straight from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, the ferocious Twelve Capital Heaven Corpse King had already swung its giant claws, capable of splitting mountains and cracking rocks, fiercely grabbing onto the gray sword light!

"Clang—!"

A piercing clang of metal on metal rang out.

The Corpse King's sharp claws actually scraped out sparks on the sword light!

Seeing this, a glimmer of hope just rose in Ghost Face's heart.

The next second, this glimmer of hope turned into endless despair.

The Corpse King's claws, comparable to a Fourth Grade High Grade Magic Treasure, after less than half a breath of stalemate, began to shatter, scale by scale.

That wisp of gray Annihilation true meaning, from the claw tip, spread upwards like a bamboo shoot breaking through soil!

The Corpse King's powerful Physical Body, comparable to a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, instantly disintegrated and turned into nothingness upon contact with this wisp of destructive true meaning, like ice and snow under a scorching sun!

It let out an unwilling roar, attempting to activate the Corpse Qi within its body to heal its injuries.

But that Annihilation true meaning was incredibly tyrannical, directly erasing its existence from its Origin!

From the claw tip, to the arm, then to the shoulder, the chest... Ghost Face watched with his own eyes as his strongest trump card was decomposed and disappeared little by little before him.

"No... impossible..."

In his sole remaining eye, there was only endless, bone-deep fear!

He finally understood.

What kind of terrifying monster he was facing!

Golden Core Stage?

To hell with the Golden Core Stage!

Escape!

Must escape!

Only this thought remained in Ghost Face's mind; the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything else.

He made a decisive move, grabbing the severely injured and disoriented Night Crow nearby, and let out a desperate, ultimate roar:

"Go!"

He actually unhesitatingly detonated his Magic Treasure that he had used for hundreds of years—the Netherworld Bone Shield!

Boom!

How terrifying was the self-detonation of a Fourth Grade Medium Grade Magic Treasure!

Violent energy exploded in front of Ghost Face, forcefully blocking the surging Sword Qi storm!

Ghost Face dragged Night Crow, transforming into an unprecedented bloody streak of light, fleeing desperately into the distance!

Half of his body, along with his arm, had been blasted into a bloody mist by the residual Sword Qi earlier; his current speed was bought by squeezing all his life potential!

He could even feel his Nascent Soul burning!

As long as he could escape!

As long as he could bring this news back to the Netherworld Path, it would be a great merit!

However, just as he thought he had escaped from danger, an indifferent voice, as if right next to his ear, sounded.

"Did I allow you to leave?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, exploding in Ghost Face's mind.

He turned back in horror.

Shen Yuanmo's figure, at some unknown point, had slowly walked out from the center of the energy storm.

He took a step, his figure seemingly merging into the Void Realm.

When he reappeared, he had already ghost-like crossed several miles, blocking the path of the bloody streak of light.

He swept his sword horizontally, the sword pressure like a mountain.

"No—!"

In Ghost Face's and Night Crow's eyes, the slowly descending gray sword light was reflected, along with endless despair and unwillingness.

The sword light swept past.

Their bodies, along with their burning Nascent Souls, were completely disintegrated and turned into dust under the power that annihilated all things.

The energy storm gradually subsided.

In the canyon, there was dead silence.

Only the whimpering wind blew across this devastated land that had been thoroughly plowed.

Shen Yuanmo stood with his sword, his clothes still neat, his hair not disheveled, as if the world-destroying strike just now had nothing to do with him.