623: Chapter 623 Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils

The Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks!

The blood-colored, mountain-like fist aura rapidly enlarged in his field of vision; for the first time, the cold aura of death clutched his throat so clearly, like an invisible hand squeezing him until he could barely breathe.

He let out a low, beast-like roar, and his spiritual power surged with unprecedented speed. The ancient sword [Frost Tiger] erupted with blinding cold light, instinctively blocking in front of him.

Clang—!!!

It was not the crisp sound of metal clashing.

Instead, it was a dull thud so heavy it made one's heart stop, as if one mountain had smashed into another.

The instant the fist aura made contact with the blade, the ten-thousand-year-old ice Sword Intent condensed on the [Frost Tiger] sword shattered piece by piece like fragile glass!

The sword body let out a groan of unbearable strain, bending violently into a breathtaking arc as if it would snap in two the next second.

"Crack!"

A distinct sound of bone cracking came from the Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy's arms; it was crisp and loud, and everyone present heard it clearly.

"Pfft—!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained tiny fragments of internal organs, drawing a shocking line of blood in the air.

His entire body, as if struck head-on by the tail of a primordial beast, transformed into a distorted white shadow and flew backward at a terrifying speed!

He tumbled through the air, completely unable to control his body, like a leaf in a gale or a fly swatted away.

After flipping seven or eight times, he barely managed to force his body to turn in mid-air using his Bloodline Power. He landed on one knee and slid for dozens of zhang, carving two deep, smoking trenches into the ground.

The moment he stopped, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

The web between his thumb and forefinger on his sword-wielding right hand was completely torn, deep enough to see the bone. Blood flowed like a small stream down the hilt, dripping onto the ground and instantly dyeing the scorched earth dark red.

His arms hung limply, the arm bones shattered inch by inch. The piercing pain made the veins on his forehead bulge, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back; he looked as if he had been fished out of water.

He raised his head and stared fixedly at Blood Butcher.

His eyes were filled with unbelievable shock, rage, and a trace of fear that penetrated to his marrow—a fear he himself was unwilling to admit.

"Is that it?"

Blood Butcher shook his fist, flicking off the ice shards and blood droplets, then grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth.

His laughter was hoarse and grating, filled with undisguised contempt and madness.

"Nascent Soul Peak? Sword Tiger Clan Prodigy? I thought you were tough! Turns out, damn it, you're just a porcelain doll that shatters at a touch! Hahaha—!"

His wild laughter echoed across the empty, scorched earth, grating, arrogant, and insufferably conceited.

But this laughter, like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly ignited the shock, rage, and murderous intent in everyone's hearts!

"Arrogant!"

"You're courting death!"

"Attack together, take down this mad devil!"

Without needing an order, the completely enraged attackers erupted almost simultaneously!

The first to strike was the Feather Clan Woman, who had long been unable to restrain herself.

Her pretty face was filled with malice, and there was not a shred of her feigned gentleness in her eyes, only extreme resentment and murderous intent after being humiliated in public.

The snow-white wings on her back suddenly fully unfolded, and every single feather bloomed with sharp cyan light, like unsheathed swords.

"Thousand Feather Funeral!"

She let out a shrill scream, the sound so sharp it almost pierced their eardrums. Her hands formed a seal, and the cyan short blade flew into the air, instantly multiplying from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and a hundred to thousands!

The sky was filled with cyan blade shadows, like steel feathers swept up by a gale, blotting out the sun and covering the sky!

Each blade shadow trembled, emitting a shrill whistle as it cut through the air. Wherever the blade tips pointed, fine black cracks appeared in the Void Realm, as if even space itself were being severed.

The next moment, this terrifying rain of blades, covering hundreds of zhang, poured down like an inverted heavenly river, shooting toward Blood Butcher from all directions—up, down, left, right, and every possible angle!

It sealed off all his space for evasion.

They wanted to slice him into a thousand pieces and mince him into meat paste!

Almost simultaneously, the Lion-headed Powerhouse roared at the sky.

"Roar—!"

Substantial sound waves exploded, and the visible sonic boom swept in all directions, causing the eardrums of several nearby Cultivators to bleed, making them stumble backward.

The surging dark golden Demonic Qi around his body soared into the sky, crazily condensing and deforming in the air, transforming in the blink of an eye into a thirty-zhang-tall, lifelike golden lion phantom!

The lion's mane was like flames, its eyes like molten gold, radiating the fierce pressure of the king of beasts. It roared at the sky, making the earth tremble, as if all beasts were paying homage to their ancestor!

It locked onto Blood Butcher, its four paws treading on air. It looked bulky, but its speed was as fast as golden lightning. It opened its blood-stained maw, which seemed capable of swallowing mountains, and with a foul wind and destructive Demonic Qi, it bit down fiercely toward Blood Butcher!

Between its sharp teeth, space slightly distorted, as if even the Void Realm could not withstand the power of this bite.

"Amitabha... Evil creature, you are obsessed; you shall be suppressed!"

The Vajra Monk's lowered eyelids finally lifted completely.

There was no longer any compassion in his eyes, only the majesty and murderous intent of a Vajra's furious gaze.

The seemingly simple Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hand flew out of his grasp, hovering in mid-air, humming and vibrating.

Blinding golden Buddhist light erupted from the Demon-Subduing Pestle, like a second sun rising over the scorched earth!

Within the Buddhist light, countless tiny Sanskrit characters flowed, and faint Zen chants could be heard, as if thousands of Buddhas were chanting scriptures simultaneously.

The Demon-Subduing Pestle expanded in the wind, transforming into a gilded giant pillar over three zhang in diameter and nearly a hundred zhang in length!

The surface of the giant pillar was carved with the Eight Legions of Heavenly Dragons and Vajra Arhats, which now seemed to come alive, eyes wide with fury, looking down at the "evil demon" below, radiating the power to suppress everything.

The giant pillar, carrying the vast, pure, and irresistible power of Buddhism, like a nail of divine punishment, aimed at Blood Butcher's crown and crashed down!

Where it passed, the air was displaced, emitting terrifying sonic booms. The ground below automatically sank and cracked under this pressure, as if an invisible giant palm had pressed down.

The demonic Cultivator cackled strangely, his figure hiding in the rolling black mist.

The black mist, like a living creature, spread rapidly, flowing along the ground silently, eerie and terrifying.

Inside the black mist, countless pitch-black chains, condensed from pure Devilish Qi and as thick as a bowl, like viper tentacles reaching out from the Nine Netherworlds, silently emerged from the shadows under Blood Butcher's feet and from the surrounding Void Realm!

The tips of the chains were sharp and gleamed with a ghostly light, clearly carrying highly toxic or filthy spiritual power.

They were not for a frontal attack but were insidiously winding toward Blood Butcher's feet, waist, and neck, intending to restrict his movements and drag him into the mire, leaving him to be slaughtered.

And this was just the beginning.

"Kill!"

"Suppress!"

"Annihilate!"

The remaining dozen or so top-tier Cultivators, including two other half-step Soul Transformation experts and seven or eight experts from various clans at the Nascent Soul Peak and Great Perfection stages, held nothing back and had no pedantic thoughts of fighting one-on-one.

Slaying this suddenly crazed, still terrifyingly powerful Blood Butcher, dividing the secrets on him, and then dealing with that mysterious girl on the hill—this was their only consensus at this moment.

Sword lights, like long rainbows piercing the sun, tore through the sky.

Saber Qi, like white silk ribbons across the sky, split mountains and broke cliffs.

Blazing fire-type Spells condensed into roaring fire dragons and falling meteorites, burning the sky and boiling the seas.

Cold water-type Divine Abilities transformed into glaciers that froze everything and poisonous rain that corroded bones and dissolved souls, freezing all things.

Eerie sonic attacks, formless and intangible, struck directly at the Divine Soul, causing splitting headaches.

Poison-tipped flying needles, explosive Talismans, heavy Magic Treasures, binding ropes, hallucinogenic Formations...

Various colored spiritual lights, spiritual power of all attributes, all kinds of killing moves, ultimate techniques, and secret arts blossomed, erupted, and converged at this moment from the hands of over two hundred Cultivators!

The sky was completely obscured.

The sun and moon lost their light.

Only countless destructive rays of light flickered, collided, and intertwined, as if it were an apocalyptic scene.

The earth groaned, trembled, and cracked.

The terrifying Spiritual Pressure caused the ground to sink and crack continuously, while gales howled, whipping up gravel and dust, forming a massive, chaotic, and all-consuming vortex of death.

And at the center of the vortex—

—was that figure completely submerged by the light filling the sky, bathed in blood—Blood Butcher.

He was like a lonely leaf in a storm.

Like a small boat in an angry sea, ready to capsize at any moment.

Like a lone, scarred wolf hunted by countless beasts between heaven and earth.

"Roar—!"

Blood Butcher let out a roar like a trapped beast, the red light in his eyes flaring up, almost overflowing from his sockets.

He drove his Blood Shadow Evasion technique to the limit his wounded body could bear, and even beyond that limit.

His figure became blurred amidst the sky-filling attacks, transforming into streaks of blood-colored afterimages, twisting, flickering, stopping abruptly, and changing direction at various incredible angles.

Fast.

Fast to the extreme.

So fast it was like dancing on the tip of a blade, hovering on the line of death.

The Feather Clan Woman's cyan rain of blades covered too wide an area for him to avoid completely, so he moved with minimal range, letting the vast majority of blade shadows graze his body, leaving only countless fine blood marks on his skin.

One, two, ten, a hundred...

The blood marks were dense and overlapping, dyeing him into a bloody mess.

Occasionally, when he truly couldn't avoid a few blades, he would condense blood aura into his fist and smash them to pieces, his fists also becoming a bloody mess, revealing ghastly white bone.

The Lion-headed Powerhouse's golden lion bite was terrifying in its power, so he didn't meet it head-on. The moment the lion's jaws closed, his figure slipped out from between the lion's teeth like a ghost, in a dangerously close call.

He backhanded a Blood Fiend Hand Blade onto the lion's neck phantom; although it failed to destroy it, it dimmed its light and made it let out a pained roar.

The Vajra Monk's Demon-Subduing golden pillar pressed down, locking onto the area, making it difficult to escape completely.

Blood Butcher roared, thrusting his palms upward, and the surging blood aura transformed into two massive blood-colored palms that met the bottom of the golden pillar head-on.

"Boom!!!"

The blood-colored palms collided with the golden giant pillar, emitting a deafening roar, and the shockwave swept in all directions, knocking over several Cultivators who were too close.

The ground under Blood Butcher's feet collapsed several feet with a boom, and the bones all over his body creaked, as if they were about to fall apart at any moment. Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, seeped from his gums, and flowed from all seven orifices.

But he had actually managed to briefly withstand this suppressing blow!

He took the opportunity to kick off the ground and shoot out obliquely from the edge of the golden pillar. Although his back was scorched black and his skin torn open by the escaping Buddhist light, he had finally escaped the core suppression range.

The demonic Cultivator's black mist chains were the most insidious and tricky, often attacking from blind spots and impossible to defend against.

Blood Butcher struggled to fend them off, several times having his calves grazed or ankles entangled by the chains, the corrosive Devilish Qi invading his body, bringing needle-like piercing pain and causing his spiritual power to stagnate.

He had to divert his attention to circulate his blood Qi, forcibly dispersing the Devilish Qi, or use blood flames to burn the chains, forcing them to retreat temporarily.

Each time he dispersed it, it consumed his already scarce spiritual power.

Each time they retreated, they left behind new wounds.

And there were other attacks coming from all directions, endless and continuous.

A tricky sword light pierced into the gap of his shoulder blade, bringing out a spray of blood and nearly piercing through his shoulder.

A sharp Saber Qi slashed across his back, leaving a wound deep enough to see the bone, the flesh curling up, and the ghastly white bone was faintly visible.

A Talisman exploded beside him, creating a world of ice and fire; half his body was frozen stiff, and the other half was burned.

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