White-Haired Blood Immortal suddenly felt a chill rush down his back.

Then he saw a bolt of Sword Qi slash toward him.

Unexpectedly, the sound of a Divine Decree reached his ears.

“Decree! Seal Heaven and Earth!”

No Formation Array was set up, no Formation Core was laid. Yet, a massive array suddenly materialized from thin air, enveloping both of them.

The brilliance of the Decree Art lay in borrowing the Power of Heaven and Earth. Like the Old City God, one could use a decree to summon a Heaven and Earth Judgment Sword to slay evil spirits.

The Formation Array worked the same way—no setup needed, Heaven and Earth themselves followed the call.

Yet, even among those Cultivators who had mastered the Decree Art to a profound level, almost none could summon an array from nothing.

A cloud of blood mist surged forward, blocking its path before White-Haired Blood Immortal.

A thunderous boom exploded beside his ear. Under the force of the Sword Qi, a deep gash burst open on his chest. Corroded by the righteous energy of Heaven and Earth, the wound crackled fiercely, like Lightning Tribulation striking his body.

White-Haired Blood Immortal let out a piercing, agonized scream.

Searing, bone-deep pain robbed him of his calm.

“I’ll kill you!!”

As he roared, his figure jolted violently.

“Bang!”

His body exploded into a bloody mist.

In the blink of an eye, the surroundings transformed into a hell on earth.

Chen Changsheng looked—bones littered the ground; a Blood Sea surged beneath it.

“Hmm?”

Chen Changsheng couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised.

“Illusion magic?”

He studied it more carefully, but it didn’t seem to be that.

This method felt more domain-like, as if it created its own separate reality.

It must be an ancient magical technique.

Chen Changsheng sent out his Divine Sense to feel around, when suddenly he noticed the surrounding bones shifting.

“Creak… creak…”

Piles of bones reassembled, forming skeletal figures.

Blood bubbled up from the Blood Sea, clinging to these bone frames. Thick, sticky droplets fell, releasing waves of icy cold air.

Within moments, countless skeletons stood densely around Chen Changsheng. They emitted low growls and lunged at him en masse.

A single drop of blood fell and landed on Chen Changsheng’s Blue Robe, staining a small patch crimson.

Chen Changsheng frowned slightly, displeased.

His clothes were dirty…

Chen Changsheng tightened his grip on the Rain-Listening Sword and raised his arm slightly.

“Begone!”

Uncharacteristically, a hint of anger laced his usually calm voice.

Sword Qi swept outward in all directions. Within moments, the countless skeletons toppled over.

But the Blood Sea surged immediately after.

A Dharma Form rose from the churning sea of blood.

Chen Changsheng focused his gaze. The Dharma Form had a Blue Face, sharp Fangs, and three heads upon six arms.

White-Haired Blood Immortal stood before it.

His eyes glowed blood red. Like the Dharma Form he commanded, fangs seemed to sprout in his mouth, and four new arms emerged from his back.

“Die!!”

The Dharma Form twisted and slammed toward Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng dodged backward. The Blood Sea quaked violently, rising with a deafening roar. Waves of crimson mist billowed outward, shrouding his vision.

“Boom… Boom…”

Amidst the relentless, powerful impacts, Chen Changsheng could only dodge and weave desperately.

He had to admit, this Dharma Form was formidable. The Divine Ability that formed this domain was also intricate. At least in his mastery of some Arcane Spells, his opponent surpassed Chen Changsheng himself.

“Decree…!”

Chen Changsheng stopped short, his brow suddenly knotting. He felt the Power of Heaven and Earth grow faint.

It seemed the Blood Sea Divine Ability was blocking Heaven and Earth.

Chen Changsheng sighed faintly and dropped his hand decisively.

It seemed this Blood Sea Divine Ability was the Blood Cultivator’s ultimate survival trick. No wonder he’d only used it now.

“It really is true that you only wish you knew more when you need it.”

Chen Changsheng murmured to himself. In the end, he simply hadn’t learned enough Arcane Spells.

One sword technique. One Decree Art.

He possessed no more Divine Abilities to bring forth.

Chen Changsheng raised two fingers in front of him. He shut his eyes abruptly, his voice grave as he spoke.

“Three heads, six arms. Incinerate that Dharma Form!”

“I summon the Third Prince Nezha!”

As his words faded, True Flame erupted into being before Chen Changsheng.

A flaming spear erupted from the True Flame.

“This General obeys!”

A youthful voice called out. Standing there was a figure wearing golden battle boots. He had three heads and six arms. He wielded a Demon-Slaying Sword, a Demon-Severing Blade, a Demon-Subduing Pestle, and a Demon-Binding Rope. His uppermost hands formed wheels of fire and wind. He wore embroidered robes, and spirits of dragons coiled around his form.

White-Haired Blood Immortal furrowed his brow, taken aback.

True Flame surged along the burning spear in the newcomer’s hand. A vivid red lotus bloomed on his brow. In an instant, he closed the distance to the advancing Dharma Form.

“BOOM!!!”

True Flame ignited, blazing fiercely—it seemed ready to dry up the entire Blood Sea.

“Dharma Form of Divine Dignity, Devil Master of Ten Thousand Spells!”

White-Haired Blood Immortal incanted counter-spells furiously. The six arms of the fierce Dharma Form behind him stretched forward as palms, facing Third Prince as he charged toward the inferno atop his spear.

Baleful Aura and Blood Qi coalesced within each palm, materializing blades, spears, swords, and halberds. The entire arsenal hurtled toward Third Prince. Twisted within the barrage was a thread of insidious Devil Qi.

Third Prince frowned, then declared: “Buddha’s bones, relics! Drive back devils and repel evil!”

A sacred Buddhist relic hanging at his abdomen began glowing. Golden Light radiated powerfully, forming the majestic visage of Buddha.

Instantly, the Devil Qi was blasted away. The rainstorm of weapons disintegrated into puffs of blood mist and vanished.

White-Haired Blood Immortal hesitated momentarily, then raised a hand to cast another spell.

“Dharma Form Devil God!”

White-Haired Blood Immortal clenched his teeth and shouted, “Enter my blood body!”

The green-faced, fanged Dharma Form behind him merged into White-Haired Blood Immortal’s body.

“Hah!!”

With a low roar,

White-Haired Blood Immortal’s eyes lost their light, turning into demonic pupils. Three heads emerged—one blood-red, one demonic, one like a Divine Statue.

But the six arms held nothing.

Chen Changsheng felt a vibration in his sleeve and instantly understood: the twelve Blood Beads were likely what those empty six arms were missing.

White-Haired Blood Immortal’s demonic pupils fixed, then he charged toward the attacking Nezha.

A surge of Devil Qi washed over.

Nezha swayed for a moment, but only for an instant, as six fists blasted toward him.

He had no time to dodge. Instead, he wielded his saber, sword, staff, and snare to block. Wind-Fire Wheels whirled around him as a dragon spirit snapped and bit.

A stalemate hung in the air!

Then Chen Changsheng raised his hand once more.

“Heavenly Thunder Technique, purity of Heaven and Earth, subdue this devil!”

“Call forth Leizhen, Son of the Gadfly!”

“Boom!”

A clanging thunderclap echoed.

“Lei Zhenzi obeys!”

A pair of wings unfurled. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered thick within this Divine Ability.

Rolling Heavenly Thunder crashed downward.

“BOOM!!”

White-Haired Blood Immortal muttered, “Bad!” and leaped back.

Where he had stood a breath before, a searing Lightning Tribulation roared, forks of thunder light flashing.

White bones churned beneath the Blood Sea, instantly reduced to ash under the force of this Thunder Technique.

When White-Haired Blood Immortal looked again, a winged man stood before him, holding a Heavenly Thunder staff crackling with electric sparks.

White-Haired Blood Immortal’s face hardened as he glared at the Man in Blue Robe nearby.

‘How did these two enter my Blood Sea Divine Ability…?’ he thought.

But he had no time to dwell on that now.

Lei Zhenzi’s voice boomed: “Evil creature! Witness my Thunder Technique!”

“Clang!”

With a hammer blow, another bolt of Heavenly Thunder fell.

The Devil Qi had nowhere to hide under this onslaught of thunder.

Lei Zhenzi struck three times in rapid succession. One bolt slammed directly into White-Haired Blood Immortal’s body.

“Whump.”

One Divine head exploded.

Three heads became two.

Nezha leaped high on his spear.

“Die now!!”

His sharp spear swept out, slicing off another head.

Only one bloody head remained!