172: You hurt my disciple... You deserve to die!

Deep in the desolate mountains.

"This place should be safe now..."

Gu Changsheng set up a Concealment Formation around him and used a Flying Sword to carve out a simple Immortal Cave.

He nodded slightly, recalling the appearance of the shadowy creature in his mind, and used his finger as a pen to engrave a portrait on the stone wall.

After a few breaths.

A one-eyed, hideous shadowy mural appeared on the stone wall.

A spark of inspiration entered his mind.

【Whispering Descent Method: Chant whispers, use fresh blood as a sacrifice, resonate with a creature of the same frequency, and sense its summons to descend across other worlds.】

"So this creature came across worlds using this method... interesting."

A new world meant entirely new resources and cultivation systems.

They would clash, and through war and slaughter, a new level of civilization would be advanced.

Gu Changsheng carefully sensed the whispers and found them to be a special syllable chanted by the Soul, like an inter-world telegraph, where sensing a summons was purely a matter of luck.

"Is it because this world happened to have the Soul resonance of the Witch Tribe, and the Witch Tribe often performs blood sacrifices, that it descended from another world...? According to the shadow's statement, its tribe is called the Saint Tribe.

I just don't know how many of these Saint Tribe creatures the Sky Palace has..."

Is it a lone individual, or are they all parasites?

Perhaps, Shu Mountain was the second wave of Extraterrestrial Demons.

"No matter what, the biggest goal of this trip has been achieved; it's time to retreat after success..."

Suddenly, he frowned, looked into the distance, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips: "Those two little ones aren't far; I'll take them both with me..."

...Panshi City.

Bang bang bang—

Qian Ya's fists were like shadows; with each punch, a Witch Tribe member would explode, turning into a sky full of blood mist.

At this moment, the ground was piled high with Witch Tribe corpses, and blood gathered into pools, reflecting figures.

But the Witch Tribe people in the distance were still a dense, dark mass.

"How many are there... three hundred and thirty thousand... or three hundred and fifty thousand..."

A hint of fatigue appeared in Qian Ya's eyes.

Even with the Supreme Bone, her Qi and blood were vigorous, almost inexhaustible, but there was still a limit.

After ten days and ten nights of continuous battle, even the most enduring stamina would eventually be depleted.

In fact, Qian Ya had another path she could take.

That was to use the Supreme Bone to devour the sky full of blood mist, forcibly refine the Witch blood, and enhance her strength.

But there was a threshold in her heart.

She couldn't bring herself to devour the Bloodline of her own kind.

Beside her, Le Xiaoyao was in tattered clothes, covered in wounds, yet he still stood ramrod straight, like a sharp sword proudly standing in the sky.

His face was grim, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes: "Senior Sister, later we will both feign an attack from the front, and then I will use my Natal Spirit Sword to unleash a Sword Burst Technique, blasting open a passage.

You take the Opportunity to escape!"

"Nonsense. We came in together, so we'll leave together."

"But that way... we'll both die!"

Suddenly.

A long, slender tongue covered in barbs pierced through the Void Realm, stabbing through Le Xiaoyao's abdomen and tearing away a large piece of flesh.

Pfft—

Le Xiaoyao flew backward, spitting blood.

Qian Ya's figure swept forward, supporting Le Xiaoyao's shoulder, and with a stomp of her foot, she forcefully stopped their retreating figures, her eyes resolute as she said: "No... neither of us will die!"

Boom—

The Supreme Bone in her chest erupted with a strong light, and surging Qi and blood boiled, sweeping into the clouds.

"This aura... so strong!"

"Stronger than the Bloodline Power of the royal family!

Supreme Bone! It must be the legendary Supreme Bone!"

"Kill! The Opportunity is right before us!"

The dense mass of Witch Tribe people in the distance surged forward, their faces filled with greedy looks.

Qian Ya's essence blood burned, and her hair gradually turned white from the roots, her black hair transforming into white hair in the blink of an eye.

The Supreme Bone erupted with unprecedented strong light, covering her entire body like armor, and her Qi and blood flowed, forming a blood-red giant humanoid phantom.

Its face was blurry and indistinct, yet it possessed a terrifying Divine Might.

Her strength, which had been nearly depleted, gradually replenished her body.

This was the first time Qian Ya had fully activated her Supreme Bone.

Before the Supreme Bone had fully matured, forcibly activating the Bloodline would result in significant loss.

Qian Ya looked coldly at the surging Witch Tribe people, a trace of bloodthirsty chill flashing in her eyes, and a slight curve appeared on her lips: "You... deserve to die!"

Clang—

Her Qi and blood condensed, and as her palm slowly opened, it formed a slender blood sword. With a swing, a blood-red line streaked across the sky, slicing off the peak of a huge mountain, tearing a long, narrow crack in the sky, and clouds continuously poured in.

Along the way, countless Witch Tribe people were cut down by the blood sword, dispersing into a sky full of blood mist, gradually merging into the blood sword.

"Bloodline Power... is recovering..."

The feeling of weakness brought on by burning her essence blood gradually disappeared as she devoured the Bloodline of the Witch Tribe. Traces of Bloodline Power surged into Qian Ya's Supreme Bone through the blood sword, refining into essence blood.

The intense feeling of power almost made her want to roar.

'It should have been like this earlier... Senior Sister...'

Le Xiaoyao looked at Qian Ya, who was like a demon god, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

"Mon... monster..."

"Quickly report to the Clan Chief!"

Fear appeared on the faces of a large number of Witch Tribe people, and they scattered and fled.

Qian Ya's face showed no joy or sorrow. The blood sword in the blood-colored figure was suddenly thrown into the Void Realm, and accompanied by a flash of blood light, it transformed into a sky full of hair-thin blood needles, covering the entire area.

Thump thump thump—

Instantly, the entire area was cleared. The remaining Witch Tribe people wailed, their essence blood completely drained, turning them into mummified corpses.

Immediately after, countless hair-thin blood needles, saturated with Qi and blood, reassembled into a slender blood sword in the Void Realm.

Only this time, peculiar secret patterns appeared on the surface of the blood sword.

"Blood Fiend Devouring Heaven Sword... So this is the Innate Divine Ability that came with my Supreme Bone..."

The abundant Qi and blood caused the Supreme Bone in Qian Ya's chest to slowly transform, gradually developing a bronze luster, like an ancient green jade.

This was a sign of impending maturity.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out of the Void Realm, its large hand covering the sky, striking towards Qian Ya.

It instantly pierced through the giant blood-colored phantom.

"Haha... it wasn't in vain for this old man to painstakingly scheme and plan in every way; I finally ripened the Supreme Bone..."

Yi Wu, clad in a beast robe, took a step forward, extending a palm as if crossing layers of space.

Just as his palm was grabbing towards Qian Ya's body.

Clang—

A gray Sword Qi shot out from Qian Ya's body.

With a scream, Yi Wu's figure retreated rapidly, a painful, twisted expression appearing on his face, the gray sword light in his mind almost tearing apart his Soul Sea.

"Damn it!"

Yi Wu's figure swept forward, instantly seizing Le Xiaoyao like a chick, sealing all his magical power.

His face was grim, his voice trembling through the Void Realm: "Woman, if you want to save this Extraterrestrial Demon, quickly dig out your Supreme Bone..."

He was afraid.

Another gray sword light, and he feared his Soul would be severely injured.

To obtain the Supreme Bone, he had to take a roundabout approach.

Clang—

A blood sword suddenly appeared beside Yi Wu, about to pierce his back, but it was clamped between two fingers.

With a flick of his finger, the blood sword disintegrated.

Qian Ya's face instantly turned pale.

"A sneak attack? As a price, let this boy pay..."

Yi Wu sneered.

Rip—

One of Le Xiaoyao's arms was forcibly torn off, blood mixed with severed limbs thrown to the ground, and crushed into a pulp by a foot.

Immediately, Le Xiaoyao's face turned ashen, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But he bit his teeth tightly, not uttering a word.

Qian Ya's face showed struggle, her essence blood burning frantically.

"Hmm? It seems it's still not enough..."

Seeing that Qian Ya made no move, Yi Wu's face darkened. His huge right arm mutated into green scales, swelling like a giant python, and he forcibly crushed half of Le Xiaoyao's body.

Drip drip drip—

Blood mixed with internal organs flowed to the ground.

"Senior Sister... don't... promise him..."

Le Xiaoyao's mouth was full of blood, his vision blurred, and the strength in his body gradually disappeared.

"Hmph, it seems this person isn't that important to you... Very well, let this old man kill this boy first, and then personally capture you..."

"Wait!"

Qian Ya shouted in anger.

She was visibly struggling.

"It's just a bone... I'll give it to you... But you must swear that after you get it, you'll let us both go."

"Good.

If I violate my oath, my cultivation will never advance, and I will be burned by hellfire for eternity."

Yi Wu readily agreed.

Who knew if Qian Ya still had another gray sword light on her?

He wanted to obtain it safely.

Upon hearing this, Qian Ya's face, which had been struggling, gradually became calm. She looked at the dying Le Xiaoyao in the distance, a hint of desperation flashing in her eyes.

Pfft—

Five fingers plunged into her chest.

Blood surged, accompanied by a trembling hand reaching out, and a bone as clear as jade, mixed with blood, appeared in her palm.

"This is it..."

Yi Wu was overjoyed. His palm absorbed it, and the crystal-clear Supreme Bone fell into his hand.

"Haha..."

He casually threw Le Xiaoyao to the ground like trash, clapped his hands, and summoned a powerful Witch Tribe servant.

"Kill those two..."

"Yes, Master."

The Witch Tribe servant replied.

"You... despicable!"

Qian Ya's face was pale.

Having lost her Supreme Bone, she felt a chill throughout her body. Her once vigorous body gradually shrank, and she couldn't help but collapse to the ground.

"Senior Sister..."

Le Xiaoyao looked at the figure collapsing in the distance, a trace of bloody tears flowing from the corner of his eye. The aura of his remaining body gradually strengthened, and Death Qi spread, converging into a destructive Sword Qi.

He was determined to die. His originally Major Achievement Realm of Destruction Sword Dao actually broke through, entering the Perfection Realm, and his body transformed into a broken sword, charging towards Yi Wu.

"Seeking death!"

Yi Wu sneered, his palm transforming into a giant sharp claw, tearing through the Void Realm.

Even if Le Xiaoyao broke through, he still couldn't be an opponent for a Profound Cave Great Witch.

Just as the sword of the broken body was about to be completely annihilated, a sword light descended from the Void Realm, forcibly splitting the earth, creating a crack dozens of miles long.

Clatter—

A bloody giant claw fell to the ground.

In front, a figure stood proudly.

"Injuring my Disciple... you deserve ten thousand deaths!"

Gu Changsheng said indifferently.