550: Lord of the Realm, spare my life!

Black Impermanence could not fathom how that arrogant and terrifyingly powerful Lord of the Blood Realm, that True Immortal expert he had dreamed of following and attaching himself to, could possibly become the slave of that little bastard Murong Gu.

This completely overturned his understanding, plunging him into endless shock and despair.

Murong Zun hovered in mid-air, a sea of blood churning around him. Above his faceless figure, monstrous rage radiated. His gaze was locked firmly onto Black Impermanence, and his voice was cold and majestic, resonating through the heavens like a thunderclap: "Just now, it was you who insulted my master and wanted to kill my master, wasn't it?"

Terrified by Murong Zun's rage and pressure, Black Impermanence's entire body turned icy, his face pale as paper, and even his breathing became rapid. He wanted to explain, he wanted to beg for mercy, but the words stuck in his throat, unable to escape. He could only tremble all over, his eyes filled with fear.

"Since that is the case, then die for me!" Murong Zun shouted sternly, his rage monstrous. He raised his hand and waved it, and the sea of blood around him instantly condensed into a giant blood sea palm. This giant palm was dark red throughout, covered in complex blood-colored patterns, and contained the terrifying power of a True Immortal, slamming fiercely toward Black Impermanence.

Black Impermanence had gone completely mad, completely broken. He let out a shrill and desperate roar, his voice hoarse and broken: "No! This is absolutely impossible! This is too ridiculous! You, a dignified Lord of the Blood Realm, a True Immortal expert, how can you be the slave of a little bastard?! No! I cannot accept this! I have planned for two thousand years, I am not reconciled!"

He frantically circulated all the power within his body, brandishing the Blood God Nine-Ring Saber, and hacked out a massive black Saber Qi, attempting to withstand the attack of the blood sea giant palm. But his Saber Qi, in front of the True Immortal-level blood sea giant palm, was as fragile as an ant, completely unable to withstand a single blow.

"Boom!" With an earth-shattering roar, the blood sea giant palm slammed fiercely onto Black Impermanence's body. Black Impermanence let out a shrill scream, his body instantly shattered by the giant palm. Along with his Divine Soul and the Blood God Nine-Ring Saber, he was crushed into powder by the blood sea giant palm. His blood and Divine Soul fragments merged into the sea of blood, instantly devoured, without leaving a single trace behind.

The clamorous blood-colored wasteland instantly returned to silence, leaving only the sea of blood churning around Murong Zun, the True Immortal pressure radiating from his body, and the desperate whimpers of the remaining Black Wind Stockade Disciples.

Poor Black Impermanence, having painstakingly planned for two thousand years, in order to refine the blood god pearl and control the Blood Realm, had killed the innocent and harmed living beings. He had spared no effort, wasting two thousand years of his own heart's blood, finally managing to open the Blood Realm, reach the Early Tribulation Crossing Stage, and become the Chief Protector of the Blood Realm, only one step away from his ambition.

Yet in the end, he met with the fate of having his Divine Soul annihilated and no bones remaining. Instead, unintentionally, he had achieved Murong Gu, allowing him to become the Lord of the Blood Realm, take a True Immortal as a slave, and completely control the entire Blood Realm.

Murong Gu slowly stood up from the ground. Under the nourishment of the Blood Realm Origin Power, the True Essence within his body recovered rapidly, and the injuries on his body healed instantly.

He looked up at Murong Zun, who was hovering in mid-air, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, his tone calm: "Murong Zun, you have worked hard."

Murong Zun hurriedly reined in the sea of blood and pressure around him. With a movement of his body, he landed in front of Murong Gu, kneeling on the ground with a "thump," his posture still humble: "Serving the master is this subordinate's duty; it is not hard work."

The remaining Black Wind Stockade Disciples froze in place, dumbstruck, their faces written with disbelief.

Their arrogant boss, who had just reached the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, was actually slapped to death by the faceless Blood Venerable with a casual wave of his hand; and that Murong Gu, who was merely a "Peak Nascent Soul" in their eyes, was actually the true Lord of the Blood Realm, and even the Blood Venerable was willing to be his slave!

"This... what is going on?" An Early Spirit Transformation Stage Core Disciple's lips trembled, his voice shaking uncontrollably, his eyes filled with dullness and fear. "That kid... that kid really became the Lord of the Blood Realm? Our boss... our boss was just killed like that?"

The Black Wind Stockade Disciples reacted, the dullness on their faces instantly replaced by fear.

Some had wishful thinking, feeling that Murong Gu had just experienced a great battle and must be seriously injured, so perhaps they could take the opportunity to escape and save their own lives.

A Late Golden Core Stage Disciple secretly raised his head, glanced at the cold-looking Murong Gu in mid-air, and then looked at Murong Zun, who was standing by, radiating terrifying pressure. His heart hammered uncontrollably. He gritted his teeth, and while others were unprepared, he turned and ran wildly toward the depths of the blood-colored wasteland. As he ran, he prayed in his heart: "Don't discover me, don't discover me, I want to live, I will never do evil again..."

With the first one running away, there was a second, a third.

Many Disciples with lower cultivation and smaller courage followed suit, turning and running. Some fled toward the Blood Pool, some dived into the dense forest of the blood-colored mountains, and some even attempted to break through the boundaries of the Blood Realm to escape this terrifying world. Each one was like a stray dog, in a sorry state, where was there any of the arrogant air of the Black Wind Stockade Disciples from before?

The remaining Disciples, knowing deeply that they had nowhere to escape and could not escape from the palm of the Lord of the Blood Realm, especially with a True Immortal-level Blood Venerable standing by, all knelt on the ground with a "thump." They kowtowed repeatedly, their foreheads hitting the hard blood-colored rock, soon becoming bloody, and kept begging, "Realm Master, spare me! Realm Master, spare me! We know we were wrong, we will never dare to do evil again, please, Realm Master, show mercy and give us a way to live!"

"Yes, Realm Master, spare me!" An Early Nascent Soul Stage Disciple, while kowtowing, cried bitterly, "We were all forced by Black Impermanence. We didn't want to kill the innocent, we didn't want to harm living beings. We beg the Realm Master to be magnanimous and spare us this once! We are willing to serve the Realm Master for life, to be at the Realm Master's beck and call, with absolutely no disloyalty!"

Murong Gu stood in mid-air, his expression cold, without pity in his eyes. He looked down and swept over the fleeing Disciples and the Disciples kowtowing for mercy below. These people were all Black Impermanence's henchmen, following Black Impermanence to do evil, their hands stained with the blood of innocent villagers and Falling Snow Pavilion Disciples. Every one of them was an executioner who deserved to die!

"Spare you?" Murong Gu's voice was cold and majestic. "Back then, when you followed Black Impermanence to sacrifice villages and harm defenseless villagers, why didn't you think about sparing them? Back then, when you attacked the Falling Snow Pavilion and slaughtered innocent Disciples, why didn't you think about giving them a way to live?"

He paused, and the blood-colored aura around his body instantly surged. A trace of intense killing intent flashed in his eyes: "You have committed many evils, your hands are stained with blood, and your sins are heavy. You have long been unworthy of living in this world! Today, I, Murong Gu, as the Lord of the Blood Realm, will act on behalf of the heavens and execute all of you executioners to avenge those dead souls!"

Before his words had faded, Murong Gu raised his hand and waved it. The Blood Realm Origin Power around him instantly erupted, and countless dark red blood-colored Sword Qi surged out from his body, densely packed, as many as thousands.

These blood-colored Sword Qi were dark red throughout, emitting majestic Blood Realm power and sharp killing intent. Like a rainstorm, they shot fiercely toward the fleeing Disciples and the Disciples who were kowtowing for mercy.

"No! Realm Master, spare me!" "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

The shrill screams instantly resonated through the heavens. Those fleeing Disciples had no time to dodge before their bodies were pierced by the blood-colored Sword Qi, their bodies instantly torn apart, blood and Divine Soul fragments splattering everywhere, falling on the spot. Those Disciples who were kowtowing for mercy had even less power to resist. The blood-colored Sword Qi fell one after another like cutting wheat, slaughtering them all, and not a single one could be spared.