304: A thousand-meter-tall Dharma form appears; I will tear apart the Thunder Demon of the Abyss for all living beings!

"Straighten things out?"

Thunder Without Limit's eye sockets, flickering with ghost fire, stared intently at Lu Sheng. The purple strangulation marks on his neck wriggled like centipedes, emitting a teeth-gritting sound of bone friction.

"Lu Sheng!!"

This roar, laced with the mental pollution unique to the Abyss, instantly shattered the defensive formation below. Li Xiaoyao spat out a mouthful of old blood, and Luo Tianfei covered her ears in pain.

"Save your strength." Lu Sheng stood atop the flagpole, hands in his pockets, his lazy demeanor resembling someone watching a mangy dog barking at the air. "The tournament's teleportation array is about to open. Do you want to be eliminated right here?"

Before his voice could fade.

"Vrrrrmmm——————!!!"

Upon the Kunlun Main Peak, that ancient bronze bell known as the "Death Toll" rang out once more.

Only this time, the tolling was no longer crisp, but dull, as if striking a rotting coffin.

Ten million pillars of blood-colored light descended from the heavens, ignoring all spatial barriers to precisely lock onto every contestant who had advanced to the finals.

"Consider yourself lucky." Bathed in the blood-light, a cruel, savage grin appeared on Thunder Without Limit's ashen face, his mouth splitting nearly to his ears. "Once we reach the Blood Plain, I will slice the flesh from your body piece by piece to feed my darlings."

Lu Sheng was also enveloped by the red light.

He did not resist, merely mouthing a few words to Thunder Without Limit.

"I'll wait for you on the dinner table."

Flash!

The light flickered, and space inverted... This was no martial arts arena.

This was a crimson wasteland that stretched as far as the eye could see. The sky was a dark, liver-like color, with heavy clouds hanging low as if blood rain might fall at any moment. The air was thick with the scent of rust and sulfur.

"Rumble!!"

As thousands of light pillars touched down, the previously empty wasteland instantly became crowded.

Aside from those from Dengxian Island and the Thunder Spirit Hall, the top Prodigies from various Holy Lands, Sects, and Hidden Families had all arrived.

But at this moment, no one was in the mood for pleasantries.

Everyone discovered with horror that the ground beneath their feet... was soft.

That wasn't soil; it was flesh-mud formed after being soaked in blood for countless years!

"Jie jie jie..."

A gust of yin wind swept past, and Thunder Without Limit's figure appeared on a high platform in the center of the wasteland. His body had surged to three meters in height, and the Flowing Cloud Battle Armor on his back had long since burst, replaced by eight frantically dancing black tentacles.

"Welcome to... the Slaughterhouse of the Gods."

Thunder Without Limit spread his arms, and those eight tentacles slammed into the ground.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

The earth boiled.

Endless abyssal black qi erupted from underground, intertwining with the blood-red sky to form a massive cage, completely sealing off this space for a hundred miles around.

Meanwhile, in the outside world.

Billions of True Sea Cultivators were watching this grand event through a massive Water Mirror projection. When they saw Thunder Without Limit's monstrous, half-human, half-ghost appearance, the entire True Sea erupted in an uproar.

"What kind of monster is that?!"

"How did the Thunder Spirit Hall Young Lord turn into an Abyssal demon? Is Kunlun not going to intervene?!"

"Look! That's Lu Sheng! He's being targeted!!"

Upon the wasteland.

Thunder Without Limit gave Lu Sheng no room to breathe at all.

"Dharma Image—Abyss Thunder Demon!!"

Boom!!

A terrifying Dharma Image five hundred meters tall rose from the ground. It was no longer pure lightning, but an abyssal aggregate composed of countless resentful Souls and black lightning. It had three heads, each spitting black liquid that corroded the Void Realm.

"Die!!!"

Thunder Without Limit roared as that Dharma Image swung a giant palm capable of crushing mountains, carrying the terrifying pressure of a middle-stage Spirit King, and slammed it down toward the newly arrived Lu Sheng!

This strike had no flourishes.

It was pure power and pollution.

The surrounding space was directly crushed, forming a vacuum zone of death.

At the center of the palm's wind, Lu Sheng's black hair danced wildly in the gale.

He looked up at the demon palm that blotted out the sun, and at Thunder Without Limit's face, which was filled with madness and delight.

"A middle-stage Spirit King?"

Lu Sheng's voice was light, yet it clearly pierced through the thunderous sky.

"This is your trump card?"

He sighed, shaking his head with a hint of disappointment.

"Too weak."

"So weak... that I can't even work up an appetite."

The next second.

The suppressed ashen-gray color in the depths of Lu Sheng's eyes was finally no longer concealed.

That was the Desolation from the archaic era, the silence of the end of all things.

"Vrrrrmmm——————!!!"

A gray torrent, older than the Abyss and more overbearing than thunder, surged along Lu Sheng's spine and crashed through his crown!

A level 33 Spirit Ancestor?

No.

The aura erupting at this moment was an out-of-spec power that could make even high-stage Spirit Kings feel suffocated!

"Get... the hell away!!"

Lu Sheng slammed his right foot onto the ground.

"Dong!!!"

The entire blood-colored wasteland shook violently, as if its heart had skipped a beat.

Amidst the blood-red sky and black qi, a massive gray-white shadow slowly stood up.

Ten meters... a hundred meters... a thousand meters!!

It was too large.

So large that Thunder Without Limit's five-hundred-meter Abyss Thunder Demon looked like an unweaned dwarf before it.

It was clad in gray-white bone armor, with a Five Elements divine wheel on its back, its face blurred yet radiating supreme majesty.

Mythical-grade Dharma Image—Archaic Heaven Emperor Venerable!

Complete form!

"This... what is this thing?!"

Thunder Without Limit's laughing face instantly froze, his eyeballs nearly bursting. His proud Abyssal Dharma Image was actually trembling—an instinctive fear as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

"This is the gap between us."

Lu Sheng floated at the heart of the Archaic Heaven Emperor Venerable Dharma Image, arms crossed, his gaze indifferent.

"Open eye."

Two words.

That heaven-propping gray-white giant slowly opened the vertical eye on its brow that had remained tightly shut.

Embedded within it were the shards of the haotian demon-illuminating mirror he had forcibly refined after crushing it!

"Swish————!!"

A gray-white divine light shot out from the Heavenly Eye.

This light had no temperature and carried no killing intent.

But wherever it passed, the abyssal black qi instantly disintegrated, and the black lightning was directly reverted into the most primitive spiritual particles.

That was the rule of 'Truth'.

And the judgment of 'Desolation'.

"Aaaaaahhhh!!"

Thunder Without Limit let out a shrill scream as his Abyssal Dharma Image was struck by the divine light. It began to melt frantically like it had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, emitting clouds of foul-smelling black smoke.

"Impossible!! The Abyss is eternal!!"

Thunder Without Limit went mad, burning his essence blood in a desperate attempt to fight back.

"Eternal?"

Lu Sheng sneered, and the Archaic Heaven Emperor Venerable Dharma Image behind him moved accordingly.

That gray-white hand, large enough to cover the sky, slowly reached out.

Like a hawk catching a chick.

It grabbed the melting Abyss Thunder Demon by the neck.

"Crack!!"

The crisp sound of shattering echoed across the entire wasteland.

Under the horrified gazes of tens of thousands of contestants and billions of viewers.

Lu Sheng manipulated the Dharma Image, exerting force with both hands.

"Riiiiip——————!!!"

That Abyssal Dharma Image, comparable to a middle-stage Spirit King, was actually... torn in two by him!!

Black blood poured down from the sky like a torrential rain.

"Five Elements Life-Extinction Wheel, time to eat."

Lu Sheng snapped his fingers.

The five-colored wheel behind his head instantly expanded a thousandfold, turning into a massive meat grinder that sucked in the two struggling halves of the Dharma Image's remains.

"Crunch, crunch..."

A teeth-gritting chewing sound echoed.

It was a feeding at the level of rules.

Thunder Without Limit's true body spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with organ fragments. He collapsed onto the high platform as if his spine had been removed.

"How is this possible... how is this possible..."

His eyes were vacant as he muttered to himself.

He had sacrificed his Soul to gain the power of the Abyss, yet against this man, he couldn't even last a single round?

Lu Sheng deactivated his Dharma Image and blurred, landing in front of Thunder Without Limit.

He stepped on his head.

"The taste is a bit sour." Lu Sheng wiped the sole of his shoe with disgust. "Compared to that fortune-delivering boy Thunder Without Limit, you, this fake, are utterly worthless except for being disgusting."

Just as Lu Sheng was about to crush the head completely.

"Rumble——————!!!!"

The dark red sky above suddenly split open.

A terrifying pressure, enough to cause the entire blood-colored wasteland to collapse, poured down from the rift.

That was no Spirit King.

That was... a Spirit Emperor!

"Enough."

A grand, cold voice, devoid of any emotion, resonated through heaven and earth.

A middle-aged man wearing a purple-gold imperial robe and a flat-topped crown stepped out of the Void Realm. With every step he took, a purple blood-lotus bloomed beneath his feet.

The Kunlun Sect Leader, a contemporary Spirit Emperor!

He didn't look at Thunder Without Limit at his feet; his gaze bypassed all living beings to lock onto Lu Sheng.

"The Successor of Desolation..."

Within the Spirit Emperor's purple eyes, an eerie red light flickered. "Since you've come, then don't leave."

"Blood Sacrifice Grand Array—Activate!"

Following his command.

The entire blood-colored wasteland began to shake violently.

The originally soft ground split open, and countless thick blood-colored chains erupted from the earth, instantly impaling thousands of contestants who hadn't even reacted yet.

"Aaaaaahhh!!"

Screams rose one after another.

Those Prodigies, usually high and mighty, were now like sheep at the slaughter. Their blood flowed along the chains, frantically converging toward the very center of the wasteland.

There, a massive heart, dark gold in color but covered in black spots, slowly emerged.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

That was the sound of a heartbeat.

Every beat caused the hearts of everyone present to resonate, as if they were about to explode.

"The heart of the true sea?"

Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes, staring intently at that heart.

That was no treasure.

That was clearly... a divine heart being corrupted by the Abyss!

And this so-called tournament was intended to use the blood of these tens of thousands of geniuses to completely blacken this heart, turning it into a coordinate for the Abyss to descend!

"I see."

Lu Sheng smiled.

He felt no fear. He reached into the Void Realm and pulled out that dragon devouring spear, which was already starving for blood.

The spear's body vibrated, letting out a dragon roar that craved blood.

Lu Sheng pointed the spear tip directly at the Spirit Emperor in the sky, his violent aura of Desolation surging once more.

"You want to use me as a sacrifice?"

"Then have you asked..."

"Whether the spear in my hand agrees?!"