SWISH!

A sharp, cyan Sword Qi suddenly erupted from the Cyan Blade Sword in Jiang Chen’s hand. It was dazzlingly bright and dozens of feet long!

This Sword Qi was condensed to its absolute limit, making it almost tangible and radiating a chilling aura.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, grass and trees shattered and the earth trembled. Some Martial Artists with weaker cultivation felt their veins bulge, their blood nearly bursting from their bodies, drawn out by the immense power of the Sword Qi.

"Oh no, I can’t block it!"

"Such a sharp Sword Qi... I-I’m dead..."

"Run!"

The moment some Martial Artists of the Martial Arts Realm came into contact with the attack, they were enveloped by a Sword Qi Storm. The sharp Sword Qi spun rapidly as the gale howled, each gust of wind a razor-sharp blade that sliced their bodies to pieces, drenching their clothes in blood.

A single, simple sword strike had directly claimed the lives of sixteen experts!

From the corpses of the fallen, crimson mists shot out in unison, merging into the Curse Blood Mist above Jiang Chen’s head.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The Curse Blood Mist above Jiang Chen’s head swelled, becoming like a bloody crown of clouds floating above him. It was over ten meters in diameter, and its light radiated for over five hundred zhang!

At this moment, Jiang Chen was like a blood-soaked Asura. Wherever he went, an Asura Purgatory Arena materialized.

The bloody light soared into the sky, illuminating the corpses that littered the ground—a truly horrifying sight!

"Is this kid really only at the Martial Arts Ninth Stage?"

"If I’m not mistaken, he’s already grasped the power of Sword Intent."

Chen Yidao of the Qinghuo Gang narrowed his eyes, his expression turning grim. He took a deep breath. ’Sword Intent! To grasp the power of Sword Intent while still in the Martial Arts Realm... Even our Young Master only reached that level after breaking through to the True Martial Realm. This kid is only at the Ninth Stage of the Martial Arts Realm. He’s a monster. No wonder Gongsun Yangg died at his hands.’

"This boy is a monstrous talent. If we let him keep growing, who will be able to stop him in a few years? Attack! Kill him!"

Killing intent glinted in the eyes of all the powerful experts.

The greater Jiang Chen’s talent and potential, the more immense the pressure and threat they felt. Faced with this kind of uncontrollable power, their only option was to strangle it in the cradle.

"All members of the Qinghuo Gang, form the Holy Fire Demon Burning Array and slay this arrogant whelp who doesn’t know his place!" Chen Yidao roared, taking the lead. Thirty-five people immediately followed him, forming a profound Battle Array.

Once the Battle Array was formed, the power of all thirty-six people combined into one.

This Chen Yidao was an expert at the Peak of the True Martial Realm First Stage. Although his individual combat strength was less than Gongsun Yangg’s, he was extremely skilled with Battle Arrays.

By acting as the core of the Holy Fire Demon Burning Array, he could boost his combat power to the Peak of the True Martial Realm Second Stage!

The True Martial Realm Powerhouse from the Money Commerce Association, Nalan Shang, narrowed his eyes and commanded his Death Warriors to charge. Each Death Warrior began to burn their own Essence Blood, erupting with immense power!

Experts from the Qian Family, the Luoo Family, and the Demon Hunter Guild also surged forward!

Hundreds of people were besieging Jiang Chen.

It was a vast and spectacular scene. Hundreds of experts attacked in unison. True Qi, True Essence, Sword Qi, and blade glints all combined into a destructive canopy that blotted out the sun as it descended upon Jiang Chen.

With the five-hundred-zhang glow of the Curse Blood Mist above him, Jiang Chen resembled a blood-bathed Asura. Wielding his Green Blade Long Sword, he fearlessly charged into the fray.

"Instant Sword!"

"Thunderbolt Technique!"

"Flowing Light Technique!"

"Wind Fluctuation..."

The sword in Jiang Chen’s hand never paused. With every strike, he took the life of one, or even several, experts.

Sword flashes, blood sprays, lives end!

His sword was far too fast. Imbued with Wind Sword Intent, it was simply unstoppable!

Wherever Jiang Chen passed, a Sword Qi Storm would sweep through. Expert after expert was slain, their heads separated from their bodies or their corpses sliced into a thousand pieces. Blood flowed in rivers, staining a vast swathe of land red. The glow from the blood mist above Jiang Chen’s head had already expanded to six hundred zhang!

Seven hundred zhang!

Eight hundred zhang...

The number of experts who had died by his hand now exceeded two hundred!

Only the Qinghuo Gang’s Holy Fire Demon Burning Array managed to maintain zero casualties. The experts from the other factions were all suffering a brutal massacre!

The experts from the Luoo Family and Qian Family, in particular, had been nearly wiped out!

Luoo Ming was the expert leading the Luoo Family’s contingent this time. With his cultivation at the True Martial Realm First Stage, he was considered a top-tier expert in Yulan Mansion. But now, his eyes were bloodshot, filled with extreme coldness and hatred. "Jiang Chen, you’ve slaughtered so many of my Luoo Family’s experts! Even if it costs me my life, I will drag you down to hell with me today!"

"You? You’re not worthy of taking me down with you!"

Jiang Chen’s eyes turned cold. With a slight smirk, he replied indifferently.

"Whether I’m worthy or not, we’ll see after you face this next attack!" A cold glint shone in Luoo Ming’s eyes. With the determination to die, he bellowed, "Innate Divine Technique—Luoo God’s Descent!"

Behind Luoo Ming, a hazy phantom materialized. It was an image of indescribable beauty—the Ancient Divine Maiden, the Luoo God!

One of the ten great goddesses of legend!

As the Luoo God appeared, brilliant rosy clouds filled the sky. With a sweep of her watery sleeves, a torrential flood came crashing down. This was Luoo Ming’s Innate Divine Technique, Luoo God’s Descent. Once unleashed, it burned his Essence Blood, condensing it into the terrifying Xue Hex, capable of corroding all things!

SPLASH...

The Xue Hex surged wildly, like a crimson Spiritual Snake opening its gaping maw to swallow Jiang Chen.

’Luoo God’s Descent? An Innate Divine Technique that burns one’s own Essence Blood? The power isn’t bad, but unfortunately, it’s still not enough to kill me...’

Jiang Chen’s gaze was sharp. He raised his arm, swept his blade, and condensed a ball of Storm Sword Qi at the tip of his sword. Thrusting it forward, he yelled, "Take this—Wind Fluctuation!"

WHOOSH!

The sound of a gale tearing through clouds echoed in the air. Layer upon layer of wind fluctuations, like a vast ocean, swept toward Luoo Ming.

BANG!

The crimson river and the Storm Sword Qi collided. BANG! BANG! BANG! The two completely different powers crashed into each other, creating a deafening roar. Jiang Chen’s Storm Sword Qi was actually being suppressed and forced back!

Luoo Ming laughed maniacally, his blood-stained eyes erupting with a piercing glint. "You little bastard, you’re dead!"

"Am I?"

Jiang Chen gave a cold smile, his expression turning solemn as he unleashed more power!

Profound Yellow True Qi burst from his body. The dark yellow True Qi surged into the Sword Qi Storm, which instantly swelled from its original ten-zhang size to over twenty zhang!

RUMBLE!

The Sword Qi Storm was unstoppable. It spun madly, twisting the crimson river like a rope. Amidst a series of booms, the crimson river was torn into countless fragments of energy that scattered in the air. Jiang Chen stomped on the ground, his body lunging forward as his speed doubled!

BOOM!

He destroyed the crimson river with a single sword strike, and a sharp glint of Sword Qi pierced through Luoo Ming’s chest.

"Gah..."

Luoo Ming let out a wretched scream, his face as pale as parchment. Blood gushed from his seven orifices.

A gaping, bloody hole had appeared in his chest, running straight through his body. He glared at Jiang Chen with wide, furious eyes, letting out an unwilling roar, "I... I don’t want to die..."

But what met him was a mid-air kick from Jiang Chen!

CRUNCH—

The kick landed, brutally crushing Luoo Ming’s head!

RUUUMBLE!

The Essence Blood of a True Martial Realm Powerhouse was incredibly potent. It transformed into a stream of blood qi as thick as an arm and surged into the Curse Blood Mist.

The blood mist trembled violently as its light exploded outward.

Eight hundred and fifty zhang...

Nine hundred zhang...

Finally, it stopped at one thousand zhang.

Jiang Chen stood with one foot on the headless body of Luoo Ming, his long sword dripping with blood. Above him, the blood mist blazed with a light a thousand zhang long. Behind him lay the scattered corpses of hundreds. Like an unrivaled Killing God standing atop a mountain of bones, his icy gaze swept over the few remaining experts. His words were calm, but they carried an infinite killing intent...

"Who else?"