555: Blood Shadow Forbidden Technique

Blood Butcher stood frozen, his Face as pale as paper. He had originally assumed Murong Gu was just an ordinary Cultivator hiding his cultivation; even if strong, he would at most be at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. Yet, the moment Murong Gu struck, he could clearly feel that the power contained within that Sword Qi far exceeded the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, even approaching the level of the Middle Spirit Transformation Stage!

"What are you panicking about!" Blood Butcher suddenly came back to his senses and shouted sternly, trying to cover up the panic in his heart, while inciting the Disciples around him, "The Sect Head and the other Elders will be here soon! As long as we entangle him and drain his spiritual energy, when the Sect Head arrives, he will definitely die!"

While shouting, he circulated the Early Spirit Transformation Stage power within his body, and the evil aura around him surged again, attempting to boost the morale of his Disciples.

The Disciples of the Blood Shadow Sect were originally a group of brutes who licked blood from the tips of their knives, lingering on the edge of life and death year-round, and they cared most about Face. Now, awakened by Blood Butcher's words, the fear in their hearts dissipated slightly, replaced by a trace of ruthlessness—if they ran away now, they would surely be ridiculed by their peers upon returning to the Blood Shadow Sect, or even executed by the Sect Head. Rather than running away and dying in disgrace, it was better to fight, perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.

"Kill!"

A Blood Shadow Sect Disciple was the first to roar, picked up the weapon from the ground, and charged fiercely toward Murong Gu.

With the first, there came the second, the third. Thousands of Blood Shadow Sect Disciples roared, raising the weapons in their hands, their eyes filled with ruthlessness and determination, like madmen, charging toward Murong Gu again. The dense crowd of figures surrounded Murong Gu tightly, and countless weapons hacked toward his vital points, wanting to hack him to death.

Looking at the thousands of Blood Shadow Sect Disciples surrounding him, the expression on Murong Gu's Face remained calm, with not a ripple in his eyes, only a sheet of cold killing intent. Without any hesitation, he slowly raised his hand, and the flowing cloud sword at his waist automatically unsheathed, turning into a stream of light and landing in his hand.

It was originally just an ordinary sword worn by Murong Xuan, but after years of Cultivating and refining together with Murong Gu, this flowing cloud sword had long since far exceeded ordinary weapons. It was a Divine-Grade weapon containing the Golden Scaled Dragon soul, Shenzhao Wujian, and the Blood Realm Origin!!

"Since you are courting death, don't blame me for being impolite."

As his voice fell, Murong Gu gripped the flowing cloud sword tightly and slashed fiercely.

A majestic golden-red dual-colored Sword Qi burst out from the flowing cloud sword, instantly transforming into eight huge Sword Qi waves, sweeping toward eight different directions. Each Sword Qi contained majestic killing intent; this was exactly the ultimate technique Murong Gu created by combining the power of the "Blood Realm Myriad Transformation Technique" and the flowing cloud sword—Blood Battle in Eight Directions!

The eight huge Sword Qi waves, like eight golden-red rainbows, swept across the field. Wherever they passed, the air was torn apart, the ground was slashed with huge gullies, and blood-colored rocks flew everywhere.

Those Blood Shadow Sect Disciples rushing at the forefront couldn't even react before their bodies were pierced by the Sword Qi. Their bodies were instantly torn apart, blood and Divine Soul fragments splattered, and they perished on the spot.

The power of the Sword Qi far exceeded everyone's imagination. The eight Sword Qi waves intertwined, forming a huge Sword Qi web, completely shrouding the thousands of Blood Shadow Sect Disciples within it.

Screams, the sounds of weapons shattering, and the screeching of Sword Qi tearing through the air intertwined, echoing across the entire peak of Qingcang Mountain.

In just a few short breaths, thousands of Blood Shadow Sect Disciples were all killed in seconds by the eight Sword Qi waves; there was not a single survivor.

The ground was covered with corpses and bloodstains, the blood-colored rocks were dyed even more crimson, and the air was filled with a thick, nauseating smell of blood. The corpses of the Blood Shadow Sect Disciples who had been killed in seconds fell to the ground, their Divine Soul fragments torn by the Sword Qi and merged into the surrounding air, instantly devoured by the Blood Realm power around Murong Gu.

The clamorous blood-colored wasteland returned to silence once again, leaving only Murong Gu holding the flowing cloud sword, standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. His body was surrounded by a golden-red halo, his expression cold, his temperament aloof, like an inviolable Asura.

The bloodstains on the flowing cloud sword slid off slowly, the sword body returned to a translucent white, emitting a faint spiritual light.

Blood Butcher stood in place, his whole body cold, his Face as pale as paper, his mouth wide open, his eyes filled with extreme fear and despair, even his breathing became rapid. Watching the scene before him, he completely lost his nerve—thousands of Disciples, plus a Nascent Soul Early Stage Genius, were actually killed in seconds by Murong Gu with one sword. What kind of terrifying cultivation must this be?! He was simply no match for Murong Gu; even if the Sect Head and other Elders arrived, they might not necessarily be Murong Gu's match!

"You... who exactly are you?!" Blood Butcher trembled all over, his voice hoarse and broken, no longer having his previous arrogance and ferocity.

Murong Gu did not answer him, but only slowly raised his head. The killing intent in his eyes, like substance, swept toward Blood Butcher.

Blood Butcher was so frightened by Murong Gu's gaze that he shivered all over and dared not stay any longer. He turned around and wanted to flee down the mountain. While running, he shouted with a fierce-looking but weak-hearted demeanor: "You brat, if you have the guts, don't run! This old man... this old man has something to do today, I'm leaving first! When this old man comes back next time, I will definitely take your dog life!"

He ran extremely fast, his figure like a black lightning bolt, just wanting to escape from this terrifying place as quickly as possible and save his own life. But just as he had run a few steps, a figure instantly appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

Murong Gu, surrounded by a faint golden-red halo and holding the flowing cloud sword, looked at him with a cold expression, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint mockery: "Want to leave? Do you think you can escape?"

In that instant just now, Murong Gu had used a teleportation technique—Blood Escape! He instantly caught up with the fleeing Blood Butcher and blocked him tightly.

Blood Butcher looked at Murong Gu standing in front of him, the color on his Face instantly faded, leaving only endless despair. He knew that today, he would definitely die.

Blood Butcher looked at Murong Gu who had teleported to block his path, then glanced at the corpses of the Blood Shadow Sect Disciples all over the ground behind him. Thousands of bodies lay scattered across the stone ground, blood converged into streams and wound down. The pungent smell of blood mixed with the chilling aura of dissipating Divine Souls made the fear in his heart completely devoured by despair.

He knew that if he didn't fight to the death today, there was only a dead end. Rather than being easily killed by Murong Gu, it was better to perish together and drag this terrifying brat down with him!

"Brat, you forced me!" Blood Butcher's eyes were splitting, and crazy bloodshot eyes surged in his scarlet eyes. He suddenly raised his hand to cast the forbidden technique seal, and hoarse incantations roared out from his mouth, "Blood Shadow Forbidden Technique—Thousand Soul Blood Puppet Formation!"

As the incantations finished, the evil aura between heaven and earth suddenly surged crazily. The thousands of Blood Shadow Sect Disciple corpses on the ground suddenly began to wriggle violently. Severed arms, remains, and heads were pulled by an invisible force, piling up and sticking together. Dark red blood and meridians entangled and intertwined like vines, firmly bonding the fragments together.

What was even more terrifying was that the Divine Souls of the Disciples that had not yet completely dissipated were forcibly pulled and condensed by the power of the forbidden technique, turning into dots of dark red soul fire, drifting toward the forming Puppet, and finally gathering at the eye sockets and chest of the Puppet, emitting a gloomy and violent light.

In just a few breaths, a hundred-meter-tall flesh Puppet stood on the mountain peak, its body covered in blood and gore, meridians exposed, every inch of its body wriggling slightly, as if countless lives were struggling within it.