52: Chapter 52 The Blood God's Holy Son Reappears, the Demon Blade Refuses to Fight Against the Heroes

"Hahaha, thank you all for your help."

"Otherwise, I, the Saint, would really have no way to subdue this blood river netherworld blade."

"My Blood God Cult will keep everyone's help in mind."

A cold, sinister voice suddenly rang out through the night sky.

Under the blood-colored moonlight, a young man dressed in a scarlet robe stepped through the air.

The person who arrived was none other than Li Tianxing, who had just intercepted Chu Xuan.

At this moment, Li Tianxing's face was as pale as paper, a vertical blood-red mark on his brow like a third eye, and he was surrounded by the suffocating pressure of the Nirvana Realm.

Clearly, he had used some unknown secret technique to forcibly elevate his cultivation.

"Blood God Cult Saint Li Tianxing?!"

Chu Yi's expression changed abruptly, and the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth stained his beard red.

He forced himself to stand up, the golden Dragon Qi around him flickering uncertainly.

"You actually dare to appear in the Imperial City."

"For a Junior to be remembered by the Fifth Ancestor, it is this Junior's honor."

"My Blood God Cult has been planning for a hundred years, just for this very moment tonight."

"This blood river netherworld blade belongs to me."

"I ask the Fifth Ancestor and the others to make things convenient for me."

A wicked smile curled the corners of Li Tianxing's mouth.

Immediately, he lifted his right hand slightly, and the blood mist filling the sky instantly condensed into a hundred-zhang giant hand, reaching out to grab the blood river netherworld blade.

"Not good!"

Ye Wuhuan roared, and nine demonic chains lashed out like black dragons to kill.

"Blood Demon Thorn!"

"Junior, you are courting death."

"Heh, old thing."

"Wouldn't it be better to just find a place to wait for death?"

"Why must you come out and make trouble?"

Li Tianxing didn't even look back, forming a hand seal with his left hand as a hundred-zhang-tall blood-colored dharma image suddenly appeared behind him.

That dharma image had three heads and six arms, each holding a strange Magical Artifact, and one of the arms gently waved a blood-colored banner.

"Boom!"

Ye Wuhuan's nine demonic chains were forcibly repelled, and three of them snapped directly.

"Nirvana Realm?!"

Ye Wuhuan's pupils shrank, and he stared at Li Tianxing in disbelief.

"You are only fifty years old, how is it possible..."

"Old immortal, times have changed."

Li Tianxing sneered, his giant blood-colored hand having already grasped the hilt of the blood river netherworld blade.

"Hum!"

The demonic blade vibrated violently, the blood-red patterns on the blade flashing frantically as it resisted Li Tianxing's control.

"You don't know what's good for you."

"How much strength do you have left now?"

A cold light flashed in Li Tianxing's eyes, and the vertical eye on his brow shot out a beam of blood-red light that struck the blade directly.

"Submit to me!"

"Boom!"

The blood-red light collided with the demonic blade, erupting in an earth-shattering energy wave.

Seeing this, Chu Yi felt a flash of determination in his eyes and spoke toward the people from the various major forces hidden in the capital.

"Everyone!"

Chu Yi's voice rang out through the night sky like a thunderclap.

"If the demonic blade falls into the hands of the Blood God Cult, the millions of living beings in the Imperial City will become blood food."

"It will be difficult for any of your forces to remain uninvolved."

"Everyone knows the Blood God Cult's style of operation."

"Tonight is not just a matter for my Chu Family."

"It also concerns the safety of the forces you represent."

Upon hearing this, the experts from the major forces watching from the shadows emerged one after another.

Seeing these people appear, Li Tianxing grinned ferociously.

"Hahaha!"

"Just relying on you rabble, you think you are worthy of contending with my Blood God Cult?"

"You better think it through."

"Once you make a move, it means you are completely at war with my Cult."

"Of course, if you all choose to turn a blind eye,"

"After tonight, my Cult will certainly appreciate your consideration."

Li Tianxing laughed wildly at the sky, his scarlet robe fluttering without wind.

Then, he stared intently at those who had appeared.

Hearing this, Chu Yi's face turned livid, and he turned to look around.

"Are you all still not going to make a move?"

"Could it be that you are afraid of this brat's few words?"

"If we wait for the Blood God Cult to control the demonic blade, the first to suffer will be you."

"You all better think clearly; this world still belongs to the Chu family."

Having said that, Chu Yi stared coldly at the people who had emerged.

"Hahaha!"

Li Tianxing's wild laughter rang through the clouds.

He gripped the air with his right hand.

The hundred-zhang giant hand condensed from blood mist had already firmly grasped the blood river netherworld blade.

However, the blade vibrated violently, emitting a hum of unwillingness.

"The people of the Chu family are still like this."

"The world belongs to the people of the world, not just your Chu family."

"Fifth Ancestor, you are old."

"Don't come out and threaten everyone anymore."

A sneer curled the corners of Li Tianxing's mouth.

"Also, this world should be ruled by us young people."

Chu Yi's face was livid, and blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He had just burned a hundred years of Lifespan to perform "Nine Dragons Burning the Heavens," and on top of that, he was already injured.

At this moment, he was at the end of his rope.

But when he saw the golden dragon of dynastys fortune above the Hall of Supreme Harmony being frantically devoured by the demonic blade, a flash of determination appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"Everyone!"

Chu Yi secretly gathered a sliver of strength, his voice like thunder, spreading throughout the entire Imperial City.

"If this villain succeeds, tomorrow will be the day your sects are destroyed."

The experts from the major forces watching from the shadows looked at each other.

"Old thing, you're on the verge of death and you still want to drag others down with you?"

Li Tianxing sneered, forming a hand seal with his left hand, and the blood-colored dharma image behind him suddenly opened its six arms.

"Blood God Descends to the World!"

The six strange Magical Artifacts glowed simultaneously, turning into six blood-red beams of light that blasted toward Chu Yi.

"Fifth Ancestor, be careful!"

Shadow One lunged over, but a beam of light grazed his shoulder, and his entire right arm instantly turned into blood mist.

Just at the critical moment, two ancient dragon roars suddenly rang out from deep within the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"Li Family brat, stop your arrogance!"

"Daring to offend the imperial might of Great Chu, you are courting death!"

"Do you really think there is no one left in Great Chu?"

Two golden lights arrived through the air; one transformed into a golden barrier to block the blood-red beams, while the other went straight for Li Tianxing's throat.

"Boom!"

Li Tianxing dodged in a rush, but was still grazed on the cheek by the golden light, leaving a bloodstain deep enough to see bone.

"Chu Family Third Ancestor, Fourth Ancestor?!"

Li Tianxing's pupils shrank, and his figure retreated a hundred zhang.

Two figures stepped through the air; the old man on the left had a white beard hanging to his chest and held a nine-dragon golden staff.

On the right was a burly man, his muscles cast like iron.

The people who had arrived were none other than the Chu Family's Third Ancestor, Chu Kuang, and Fourth Ancestor, Chu Xiong.

"Chu Family old dogs, what kind of skill is it to bully the few with the many?"

Li Tianxing wiped the blood from his face and grinned, crushing a blood-colored jade talisman.

The Void Realm suddenly split into two gaps, and two old men in blood robes stepped out, surrounded by suffocating pressure.

"Li Xuehe!"

"Li Jiuyou!"

Chu Kuang stared intently, the nine-dragon golden staff in his hand vibrating and humming.

"Your Li Family also wants to interfere in this matter?"

"Do you really want to go to war with my Great Chu?"

"Hahaha!"

The blood-robed old man on the left, Li Xuehe, laughed wildly.

"The blood river netherworld blade was originally forged by the ancestors of my Cult; today it returns to its original owner, what is wrong with that?"

"Besides, we have already been at war."

Before the words had even faded, Li Xuehe struck out with a palm, and the blood mist filling the sky transformed into thousands of hideous ghost faces, lunging toward the Chu Family's Third Ancestor.

Li Jiuyou on the right flashed his figure and attacked the Chu Family's Fourth Ancestor directly.

"Tianxing, quickly subdue the blood river netherworld blade."

"We will hold these two old immortals off."

"Presumptuous!"

Chu Xiong roared, his muscles bulging, and as he threw a punch, a dragon-elephant phantom followed it.

Wherever the wind of his punch passed, space itself twisted slightly.

"Boom!"

The two Nirvana Realm experts collided, and the shockwave razed the buildings within a hundred zhang to the ground.

Li Jiuyou's figure swayed slightly, and a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Chu the Fourth's Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Fist has actually reached Major Achievement?"