46: Chapter 46 The Five Ancestors of the Royal Family Arrive at the Heavenly Prison; The Blood River Demon Blade Turns Against Them.

Just then, Gongsun Tu's body rapidly withered into a dried corpse, and finally, with a "crack," it shattered into ash.

"Hahaha."

"Three hundred years of planning, tonight finally reaches Perfection."

"With this old ghost's cultivation and the blood river netherworld blade, escaping unscathed will not be difficult."

Ye Wuhuan turned around laughing wildly, his turbid eyes suddenly locking onto Gu Han, who was fleeing.

"Little Beast, want to run?"

"Eh."

"These lackeys have sharp noses!"

"They caught up so quickly."

"What a pity, they are too weak."

"If that group of old ghosts had acted, I might have been a little wary."

Immediately after, Ye Wuhuan chased directly toward the blood river netherworld blade.

Just like that, before Elder Ying and the others could arrive, Ye Wuhuan had already left.

At this moment, the blood river netherworld blade broke free from the restraints of the Celestial Prison and hung above the Imperial City, with every pulse pulling a piece of golden Luck from the direction of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"Not good."

Having just arrived at the cell, seeing the empty room with only a pile of corpse ash on the ground, Elder Ying's expression changed drastically.

"That person must have gone to seize the devil blade."

"Everyone, do not hold back your strength anymore."

"The current situation is precarious."

"If we are the slightest bit careless, chaos in the capital is imminent."

Gu Han took the opportunity to rush out of the passage, the wound on his back burning with pain.

He looked up; the blood mist had already dissipated.

At the moment the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array was broken, even the three Elders of the Blood God Cult were slain under Yang Qianjue's spear.

"Kid, stop."

Ximen Tao suddenly turned around, thirty-six Flying Swords pointing in unison at Gu Han.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Four distinct pressures of the Dharma Aspect Realm locked onto him simultaneously, forcing Gu Han to hunch over.

He endured the excruciating pain and cupped his fists.

"This subordinate, little banner of the Zhenwu Division, Gu Han, is acting under orders to investigate the abnormalities in the Celestial Prison."

"An ant of the Primordial Core Realm can survive until now?"

Qin Zhan sneered and slammed his bronze war halberd into the ground.

"Speak."

"What is your relationship with that Devil Head?"

The aftermath of the war halberd's vibration slammed into Gu Han's chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wa."

"Reporting to the Lord, This subordinate really is a Zhenwu Guard."

Immediately after, Gu Han embellished the story a bit and revealed everything about Ye Wuhuan's plan.

Of course, he concealed everything about himself.

He only said that he had escaped while Ye Wuhuan and Gongsun Tu were fighting.

"Not good, the devil blade is about to finish refining."

Elder Ying's expression changed drastically; unable to care about interrogating Gu Han, his figure turned into a stream of light and shot into the sky.

The Elders of the four great Families followed closely behind, five auras of the Dharma Aspect Realm sweeping out like raging waves.

Gu Han took the opportunity to retreat several steps, his back pressing against the ruined stone wall.

The Nine Hells True Qi within his body circulated frantically, attempting to suppress the strange resonance generated with the devil blade.

The dark gold patterns beneath his skin flickered on and off, and every flash caused the devil blade high in the sky to tremble slightly.

"This blade... is calling to me..."

Gu Han bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to stay clear-headed.

He clearly remembered Ye Wuhuan's words: the Dragon Elephant Bloodline is the best nourishment for the devil blade.

If he were to expose his special Physique now, he would likely become the target of everyone in an instant.

"Must leave."

"Anyway, if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up."

"Moreover, the fading Luck of this Great Chu Imperial Dynasty has nothing to do with me."

He endured the sharp pain in his back and was just about to turn around when the entire Celestial Prison suddenly shook violently.

"Hahaha."

Ye Wuhuan's wild laughter resounded through the sky.

The White-haired Elder stepped into the air, nine magic chains encircling him like black dragons.

Every step he took caused bloody ripples to spread through the Void Realm beneath his feet.

"It was not a waste of my three hundred years of painstaking planning."

"It is truly beautiful."

"It is worthy of being an ancient supreme holy weapon."

Ye Wuhuan could not help but sigh in admiration as he looked at the blood river netherworld blade.

Immediately after, Ye Wuhuan reached out to grab the devil blade suspended in the air.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the hilt, a golden palm print broke through the air.

"Boom."

The air wave exploded, and Ye Wuhuan retreated three steps.

From the direction of the Imperial Palace, an Elder in golden robes arrived riding on clouds, with the roar of a Dragon accompanying every step he took.

"Imperial Clan Fifth Ancestor!"

Ximen Tao exclaimed in shock.

The Elder in golden robes did not speak, his hands forming seals.

The golden dragon of dynastys fortune above the Hall of Supreme Harmony suddenly stopped struggling and instead coiled around the Elder's body.

The Luck that had originally been devoured by the devil blade actually began to flow back.

"Chu Yi, you old ghost!"

"I didn't expect you to still be alive."

"I thought you had long since gone to meet that damn founding ancestor of yours."

"Haha!"

Ye Wuhuan grinned hideously.

After the sneer, Ye Wuhuan looked at Chu Yi mockingly.

"Do you think you alone can stop me?"

"If your big brother came, I might be a little wary."

"But you..."

"You won't do."

Before the words fell, nine magic chains suddenly shot out.

Bloody runes on the chains shone brightly, transforming into nine hundred-foot blood pythons that pounced toward the Elder in golden robes.

"Attack!"

Elder Ying shouted sharply, and he and the four Elders acted simultaneously.

The bronze war halberd, the thirty-six Flying Swords, the pitch-black heavy blade, and the green jade staff all bloomed with dazzling light, strangling toward Ye Wuhuan.

Looking at the incoming attacks, Ye Wuhuan smiled contemptuously.

"Petty tricks, daring to show off before an expert."

"Embarrassing things."

Immediately, he waved his hand, and a palm print descended from the sky.

"Not good, Blood Demon Great Palm Print."

"Retreat quickly!"

Elder Ying and the others dodged in a panic, and the ground where they had previously stood was blasted into a ten-zhang deep pit.

Gu Han took the opportunity to retreat, but the resonance between the Dragon Elephant Bloodline within his body and the devil blade grew stronger and stronger.

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and the dark gold patterns beneath his skin had spread to his neck.

"Not good, if this continues, I will be discovered."

He endured the excruciating pain and was about to flee when a cold voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Kid, there is something strange about you."

Ximen Tao had appeared behind him at some point, his thirty-six Flying Swords forming a sword array, surrounding him tightly.

"My Lord, please observe clearly, This subordinate was only injured by the shockwave..."

Gu Han cupped his fists in salute, his back soaked with cold sweat.

"Lying."

Qin Zhan walked over holding his bronze war halberd.

"An ordinary Primordial Core Realm cultivator would have long since been eroded to death by the Evil Qi of the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array, yet you are completely unharmed."

"Reporting to the Lord, this little one plundered a token from a Blood God Cult demon, and only then avoided the invasion of the blood mist."

Gu Han hurriedly replied.

At this moment, he just wanted to leave the Celestial Prison and find a quiet place to heal his wounds.

To avoid this disaster and not get dragged into it.

Just as tensions were rising.

"Boom."

The sky suddenly split open a thousand-zhang crack, and blood-colored thunder poured down like a waterfall.

The blood river netherworld blade trembled violently, and the cracks on the blade healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hahaha, it is done."

Ye Wuhuan laughed wildly.

"The blood river netherworld blade has finally reappeared in the world."

He lunged for the hilt, and the moment he made contact, a sudden change occurred!

"Weng, weng, weng."

The devil blade suddenly erupted with blinding blood light; Ye Wuhuan was struck as if by lightning, and his entire right arm was instantly torn open.

"What?!"

Ye Wuhuan was shocked and furious.

"The weapon spirit is actually resisting me?"

"Ignore this nobody."

"Urgent matters come first."

"Don't let the devil blade fall into the hands of the Devil Head."

Elder Ying, who was on the side, did not say another word.

"Boom."

The blood-colored thunder struck down, and Ye Wuhuan's right arm exploded into a sky full of blood mist.

This Devil Head who had planned for three hundred years widened his eyes, looking in disbelief at the devil blade that was resisting him.

Ye Wuhuan's white hair danced wildly.

"I fed you with the blood essence of the entire Blood Demon Sect, and you dare..."

The devil blade trembled, and the blade body emitted ripples, violently knocking Ye Wuhuan away.

"Opportunity."

"Attack together."

Elder Ying shouted fiercely.

Five figures pounced toward the devil blade simultaneously.

Qin Zhan's bronze war halberd transformed into an Azure Dragon.

Ximen Tao's thirty-six Flying Swords formed a net of heaven and earth.

Zhao Wuji's heavy blade slashed out with the momentum to split mountains.

Cao Fang's green jade staff bloomed with the light of purification.

Elder Ying's fists were like a scorching sun falling from the sky.