44: Chapter 44 The Ancient Demon Blade Reveals Its True Form! A Three-Hundred-Year Conspiracy is Actually a Game Within a Game

Elder Ying let out a thunderous roar, his Dharma Aspect Realm cultivation exploding with full force.

His fists transformed into crimson fireballs, slamming heavily against the blood-colored barrier.

"Crack."

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the barrier, but it did not completely shatter.

A moment later, Elder Ying's expression changed drastically; this barrier could actually absorb the power of the attack to nourish itself, constantly repairing the cracks.

"This barrier can actually absorb the power of attacks!"

"Your Highness, retreat quickly!"

The Third Prince, Chu Xuan, suddenly let out a muffled groan and dropped to one knee.

His face was deathly pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from his forehead.

"Your Highness!"

Elder Ying hurriedly steadied him, only to be shocked to discover that the Imperial Family's Luck within Chu Xuan was draining away rapidly.

"That… that blood-colored blade light…"

Chu Xuan pointed with difficulty toward the direction of the prison.

"It is devouring my Luck…"

"It's devouring the Imperial Dynasty's Luck!"

"Elder Ying, quickly, stop it!"

Elder Ying looked up abruptly, only to see that the blood-colored blade light had already pierced through heaven and earth.

The golden dragon of dynasty's fortune writhed in agony as large swaths of golden scales flaked off.

"Not good!"

Elder Ying's expression changed drastically.

"How much longer do you all intend to watch the show?"

Elder Ying suddenly shouted sharply into the void.

"If the Imperial Dynasty's Luck is completely devoured, the capital will fall into turmoil, and the Spiritual Qi will dissipate."

"The dragon vein Spiritual Qi required for your respective Old Ancestors' seclusion will also cease to exist."

"The fiends of the Blood God Cult will not spare your families either."

Before his voice had even faded, four figures tore through the void and arrived simultaneously.

They were the Elders of the four great families in the capital.

And one could see:

The Qin Family Elder, Qin Zhan, held a bronze war halberd, its tip shimmering with a cold light.

Ximen Tao of the Ximen Family was surrounded by thirty-six Flying Swords, their Sword Qi menacing.

Zhao Wuji of the Zhao Family carried a pitch-black heavy blade on his back, his Aura as imposing as a mountain.

Cao Fang of the Cao Family held a cyan jade staff, the gem embedded in the head of the staff emitting a soft glow.

"Elder Ying, it's been many years, yet you are still just as impatient."

Ximen Tao chuckled, his thirty-six Flying Swords already circling around him to form a Formation.

"Less nonsense!"

Elder Ying pointed toward the blood-colored blade light that pierced heaven and earth in the direction of the prison.

"The Blood God Cult is using the prison as the eye of the Formation, setting up an ancient Blood Sacrifice Grand Array to seize the Luck of our Great Chu and reforge the ancient magic blade."

"Don't tell me you can't see it."

"If you say such words meant to fool a three-year-old child, the world will laugh until their teeth fall out."

The four Elders' expressions changed upon hearing this, and they all looked toward the prison.

They saw the golden dragon of dynasty's fortune above the Hall of Supreme Harmony writhing in pain, large swaths of golden scales flaking off and turning into golden light particles, being devoured by the blood-colored blade light.

"Attack together!"

"Boom, boom…"

Four Auras of the Dharma Aspect Realm erupted simultaneously, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

The bronze war halberd in Qin Zhan's hand transformed into a hundred-zhang Azure Dragon.

Ximen Tao's thirty-six Flying Swords formed a heavenly net of sword energy.

Zhao Wuji's heavy blade struck with the force to split mountains and cleave the earth.

Cao Fang's cyan jade staff blossomed with a light that purified all things.

The four attacks slammed into the blood-colored barrier simultaneously, causing space itself to twist.

"Break!"

Elder Ying seized the opportunity, his fists like a blazing sun falling from the sky, slamming heavily into the weakest part of the barrier.

"Crack."

The blood-colored barrier finally could not bear the burden; spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread throughout the entire light screen, and it subsequently shattered with a loud crash.

A violent energy storm swept out, razing all buildings within a hundred-zhang radius to the ground.

"Go!"

Elder Ying grabbed the deathly pale Third Prince and charged in first.

The Elders of the four great families followed closely behind.

But when they stepped into the space above the prison, everyone involuntarily stopped, their pupils shrinking.

"This…"

The scene before them caused even these knowledgeable Dharma Aspect Realm experts to gasp in cold air.

The entire prison had turned into a sea of blood, with the corpses of countless demons, Evil Path practitioners, prisoners, and Zhenwu Guards floating within it.

Their vital blood was being frantically devoured by the blood mist.

Above the blood mist, the phantom of a blood-colored long blade floated in the air; from the blood light on the blade, thick, viscous blood light constantly seeped out.

With every pulsation, it tore away a piece of golden Luck from the direction of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"blood river netherworld blade!"

Elder Cao Fang exclaimed in shock.

"The magic blade that devoured three quasi-emperors in the ancient era!"

Before Cao Fang's words had even finished.

"Boom!"

A monstrous wave of Evil Qi soared into the sky, and the entire Imperial City's sky was instantly dyed blood-red.

Elder Ying grabbed the Third Prince and retreated rapidly, his expression unprecedentedly grave.

"Your Highness, be careful. This blood river netherworld blade is devouring the Imperial Dynasty's Luck."

The Elders of the four great families changed expressions simultaneously, and the bronze war halberd in Qin Zhan's hand vibrated with a humming sound.

"How could an ancient magic blade appear here?"

Deep in the prison, Gu Han, covered in blood, looked in horror at the magic blade on the altar.

The blood river netherworld blade shook violently, and the cracks on the blade actually showed signs of slowly healing after absorbing his blood.

"Kid, quickly, grab the hilt!"

Ye Wuhuan's voice transmission suddenly exploded in Gu Han's ear.

"The Dragon-Elephant Sacred Blood has already activated the magic blade; if you don't take it now, when will you?"

"The old ghost Gongsun has already been blocked by this old man."

"Just go ahead and take it."

Gongsun Tu's eyes were splitting with rage.

"Don't even think about it!"

Five blood evil chains came strangling over frantically, but were tightly entangled by Ye Wuhuan's nine magic chains.

"Kid, if you dare to touch that blade, this old man will make you wish you were dead and unable to seek death."

"The entire Blood God Cult will hunt you down."

"The entire Righteous Path and the Great Chu Imperial Family will not let you off either."

"Kid, quickly, grab the hilt!"

"Once you hold it, the blood river netherworld blade will be yours."

"At that time, where in the world will you not be able to go?"

"Those so-called Righteous Path members will all fear you like a tiger."

"As for the Blood God Cult, you don't need to worry about them anymore."

"After tonight, the Great Chu Imperial Family will not let them off."

"The destruction of the cult is just around the corner."

Ye Wuhuan's voice transmission exploded in Gu Han's ear, sounding like thunder and making his eardrums ache.

Gu Han looked at the violently shaking blood river netherworld blade before him, his heart pounding like a drum.

A voice kept telling him to go and take this blade.

However, his reason kept suppressing these voices.

Because, with Gu Han's current cultivation, taking this blade was like a child carrying gold through a busy market.

He would not be able to protect it at all, and would even fall into endless trouble.

Moreover, he did not believe that Ye Wuhuan would be so kind as to help him take the blade.

"There's a trap!"

Gu Han's gaze was sharp.

He stared at the incessantly shaking blood river netherworld blade, cold sweat seeping down his back.

Ye Wuhuan's voice transmission echoed in his ear, sounding like a devil's whisper.

"Kid, don't be ungrateful."

Ye Wuhuan's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Do you think I am begging you?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Han's heart trembled.

He saw Ye Wuhuan's nine pitch-black chains suddenly twist.

Gongsun Tu's five blood evil chains immediately emitted an unbearable "crack, crack" sound.

This Blood God Cult Grand Elder let out a muffled groan, a trace of black blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Old ghost Ye!"

"You actually dare…"

Before Gongsun Tu could finish his sentence, Ye Wuhuan suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"It's been three hundred years."

"This old man has waited for this day for three hundred years."

"Old ghost Gongsun, do you really think your schemes are foolproof?"

"If it weren't for this old man helping behind the scenes, could you have been so smooth?"

"Hahaha."

Ye Wuhuan suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Old ghost Gongsun, do you think that in these three hundred years, just by relying on those few trash princes and court ministers, you could have kept it hidden?"

"Little did you know, it was this old man using you, using the Blood God Cult to help me raise this Sacred Weapon!"

Gongsun Tu's expression changed drastically.

"Ye Wuhuan, what do you mean?"

"It means…"

Ye Wuhuan's nine chains suddenly tightened.

"The true owner of the blood river netherworld blade is this old man."

"Three hundred years ago, do you know who leaked the secret of the Blood Demon Sect obtaining the blood river netherworld blade?"

"Why were you able to break through the Blood Demon Sect's protective sect Formation so easily?"

"It was this old man who tampered with the Formation beforehand."