407: Chapter 407 What ruthless methods!

"A mere cripple, daring to block my sword?"

The Sword Cultivator in white finished speaking.

He formed a sword finger with one hand and slashed forward violently.

The crystal-clear, three-foot-long azure sword beneath his feet erupted with a piercing hum.

The mana of his Purple Mansion Perfection stage poured out without reservation, like a bursting flood.

In mid-air, the azure sword split into two, then four, multiplying at lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of tangible, razor-sharp Sword Qi strands wove together into an airtight net of death.

The Spiritual Qi within a hundred miles was sliced to shreds by this sharp force.

Carrying a terrifying momentum capable of grinding everything to dust, the sword net descended, covering the sky and earth.

The light barrier of Chengtian Pavilion twisted violently under this pressure.

The earthy-yellow halo flickered, and the sound of cracking came from the Formation hub, unable to bear the weight.

The low-level Disciples hiding within the Formation collapsed in terror.

Their bones creaked under the pressure, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Chen Mu stood on the shattered steps, his figure like a spear.

He did not retreat, did not dodge, and couldn't even be bothered to activate his Protective Aura.

He knew very well in his heart that what the Old Ancestor needed was a vicious dog that could bite.

A mad dog that could make the entire Central Plains tremble.

Dodge? Defend?

Those were not the postures a vicious dog should have.

Only by tearing the prey apart in the most savage and bloody way could one thoroughly intimidate those rats hiding in the shadows.

Chi! Chi! Chi!

Thousands of Sword Qi strands pierced through Chen Mu's Physical Body without obstruction.

The tattered black cloak instantly turned into flying ash.

Large chunks of flesh were brutally gouged away by the Sword Qi, and dark red blood sprayed wildly.

A short, mocking laugh escaped the throat of the Sword Cultivator in white.

Seeking death.

A Purple Mansion Middle Stage dared to use his Physical Body to withstand a Perfection stage Life-Bound Sword Formation.

It was truly like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Just as he prepared to retract his sword and use the momentum to split open the Chengtian Pavilion Formation.

That husk, which should have been ground into meat paste, suddenly took a violent step forward against the rain of swords!

Bang!

Chen Mu was covered in blood, with over a dozen transparent holes punched through his chest.

Even his beating heart was clearly visible.

Yet he didn't even frown; instead, a low, extremely excited growl rumbled in his throat.

The cyan-purple vines on his left leg exploded.

Hundreds of thick, thorny vines pierced directly through the hard rock layer.

Like vipers lurking underground, they instantly crossed a hundred-zhang distance.

And burst out from the Void Realm beneath the feet of the Sword Cultivator in white with extreme brutality!

The vines intertwined and wove rapidly, forming a massive cyan-black cage.

It locked the Sword Cultivator's Protective Aura tight.

The sharp barbs rubbed frantically against the Protective Aura barrier, sparking blinding flashes of fire.

The mocking laugh of the Sword Cultivator in white instantly froze.

He desperately urged his mana, attempting to shatter these bizarre wood-attribute spells.

"Break for me!"

The Sword Cultivator bit his tongue tip and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the azure sword in mid-air.

The azure sword erupted with blinding blood-red light, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long golden Dragon of swords.

Carrying an edge that could sever everything, it slashed fiercely at the cyan-black cage.

This desperate strike from a Purple Mansion Perfection stage cultivator even tore tiny cracks in the surrounding space.

Chen Mu watched the golden Dragon of swords with cold eyes.

His left leg exerted force, and complex primordial wood Formation patterns emerged on the surface of the vine cage.

Bang!

The golden Dragon of swords slammed heavily against the cage.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a teeth-gritting sound of devouring.

The barbs on the vines brutally pierced through the body of the sword Dragon.

The cyan-black Wither and Flourish Death Qi surged madly through the gaps.

The sword Dragon let out a mournful cry as its massive Sword Qi was drained directly.

It turned into a pile of scrap metal and clattered to the ground.

"This is impossible!"

A screeching, broken scream squeezed out of the throat of the Sword Cultivator in white.

His Life-Bound Flying Sword couldn't even break the opponent's defense.

This is definitely not a Lower Realm spell!

The barbs on the vines ignored the gap in Realm and brutally pierced through the Purple Mansion Perfection stage's Protective Aura.

Deeply piercing into the Sword Cultivator's collarbones.

[Ember-Born Flower] Divine Ability fully activated!

The power of devouring erupted with a roar.

The Sword Cultivator in white discovered with absolute horror that his internal mana, essence blood, and even his Lifespan.

Were draining away at a terrifying speed.

Like a bursting dam, it was impossible to contain even a little bit.

What made him feel even more desperate was the change in Chen Mu.

The cyan lotus mark between Chen Mu's eyebrows erupted with brilliant light.

A cyan-gold vitality radiating absolute majesty descended along the chains of Karma.

The deep, bone-visible puncture wounds on Chen Mu's body saw granulation tissue rolling and weaving frantically.

The broken ribs quickly reorganized under the catalysis of the vitality, emitting crisp cracking sounds.

The gouged-away flesh regrew and covered the wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a single breath, he was as good as new.

Without even a single scar left behind.

The previously tattered Physical Body now radiated a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Law power!"

The Sword Cultivator in white widened his eyes so much that his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

His worldview completely collapsed at this moment.

How could a Purple Mansion Middle Stage cultivator mobilize the Law Origin that only Golden Core mighty figures were qualified to touch!

This wasn't a battle at all; this was a unilateral dimensionality reduction strike!

He finally understood why that waste Hou Chen could escape unscathed from the Bing Fire ruins.

Behind Chengtian Pavilion stood a mighty figure of unimaginable power!

Chen Mu held a black-sheathed long blade in one hand and stepped into the air, ascending step by step.

The dark golden blade radiance flickered rapidly within the Death Qi.

"Central Plains Sword Cultivator?"

Chen Mu spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with bits of flesh.

"Besides barking like a dog, what other skills do you have?"

The long blade was swung fiercely.

The blade edge sliced through the Void Realm and passed with extreme precision over the Sword Cultivator's right arm.

The Protective Aura was corroded by the Death Qi like thin paper.

The entire right arm was severed at the shoulder and flew high into the air.

Before the blood could spray, it was directly drained by the Death Qi attached to the blade.

"Ah!"

The Sword Cultivator in white let out a shrill, miserable scream.

The excruciating pain made him completely lose his sanity, and the dignity of a Purple Mansion Perfection stage cultivator vanished completely.

He was a renowned Sword Cultivator Genius in the Central Plains.

He had once slain a Demon King of the same Realm with a single sword stroke and was admired by thousands.

Yet now, he was like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, hung in mid-air, having his flesh sliced away inch by inch.

"Kill me! If you have the guts, kill me!"

He struggled desperately, attempting to detonate his Purple Mansion immortal foundation to perish together.

Only to find that even his Divine Sense was completely frozen by the Death Qi, and his Dantian was a scene of dead silence.

The cultivation he had once been so proud of had now become a shackle that prolonged his agony.

A manic, crazed laughter spilled from Chen Mu's throat.

"Want to die? It's not that easy."

His wrist turned, and the blade light transformed into dense afterimages.

Chi!

One slash severed the tendons of the Sword Cultivator's legs.

Chi!

One slash shaved away a large patch of skin and flesh from his chest, revealing stark white ribs.

Large swaths of skin and flesh were brutally excised by the blade edge.

Chen Mu was in no hurry to kill him.

Instead, he was slow-slicing this Purple Mansion Perfection stage Physical Body in public, inch by inch.

"You so-called Geniuses of the Central Plains are used to being high and mighty."

Chen Mu sliced off the Sword Cultivator's left ear with one stroke.

"Do you really think this world is something you can set the rules for with just a few words from your mouths?"

"Today, I will teach you what true rules are."

Didn't those old monsters in the Central Plains want to test him?

Then he would give them enough to see!

The Old Ancestor's majesty must be forged with the most extreme bloodshed.

Any lackey who dared to provoke must pay the most painful price.

The miserable screams of the Sword Cultivator in white resounded over Chengtian Pavilion.

The shrill echoes reverberated continuously throughout the Luoyan Mountain Range.

Making one's scalp tingle and liver and gallbladder split in fear.

Inside Chengtian Pavilion.

Immortal Master Hou Chen watched this scene through the Formation.

His entire body of fat trembled violently.

Half was fear, half was extreme fanaticism.

He turned his head and looked at the shivering Elders and Disciples behind him.

"Open your eyes and look clearly!"

Immortal Master Hou Chen shouted sternly.

"This is the consequence of provoking my Chengtian Pavilion!"

"With that adult's protection, the sky of the Central Plains cannot be overturned!"

The Disciples knelt on the ground one after another, kowtowing in worship to that cyan-black figure bathed in a rain of blood.

The Divine Senses peeking from the Void all fell into dead silence at this moment.

These old monsters of the Central Plains were all intimidated by Chen Mu's completely reckless and extremely cruel fighting style.

"Such ruthless methods."

"This kid is a complete lunatic."

"That cyan-black aura can actually forcibly strip away vitality; even a Purple Mansion Perfection stage cultivator has no power to fight back."

"It's not just stripping away vitality, didn't you see? The healing speed of the wounds on his body is definitely the blessing of Law Origin!"

"Could it be some recluse True Monarch?"

"Who exactly is the great Buddha standing behind Chengtian Pavilion?"

Divine Senses intersected secretly in the Void, conveying deep wariness.

No one dared to step forward at this time.

In just ten breaths.

The Sword Cultivator in white's screams came to an abrupt end.