In an instant, the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling filled the air, and as the sky darkened, a blood-red light blossomed, transforming the entire space into a boundless sea of blood. Blood and gore filled the air, and in the middle of this sea of blood, one monster after another appeared, each of them a phantom ghost that flew through the air. The sound of their voices was so loud that it made one dizzy.
With more than a dozen Emperor Realm working together to summon their Myriad Soul Banner and Blood Sea Banner, the scene was spectacular. The endless sea of blood separated the world from the outside world, and in this space, Yang Kai was bound to be restrained, while the people from the Underworld Sect were like fish in water. In this situation, even if Yang Kai had three heads and six arms, it would be difficult for him to survive.
Lan He’s heart was already in her throat. Looking around, the sky was completely red, and Yang Kai was nowhere to be seen, not even his aura could be detected.
As the sea of blood formed, Xu Chang Feng coldly waved his hand and the dozen or so Emperor Realm masters from the Buddhist Heaven Holy Land also quietly disappeared into the sea of blood, obviously wanting to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Yang Kai.
Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for people from the Buddhist Heaven Holy Land to casually enter this sea of blood. This sea of blood was a Divine Ability displayed by the people from the Underworld Sect, so if they were to enter it, they would definitely be restrained in such a way, but since they were fighting together, there was no need to think too much about it. The people from the Underworld Sect would naturally make it easier for them to attack.
In the blink of an eye, the balance of victory and defeat had tilted, this time was completely different from the previous probing. Although there had been five people who had been killed by him, that was only five people. Now there were twenty or thirty Emperor Realm, many of whom were Second-Order.
Looking from afar, Lan He’s fists were tightly clenched as she pursed her red lips, her worry apparent.
On the other hand, Chi Gui’s blood was boiling and his face was filled with excitement. If he could obtain such a great battle like Yang Kai, he would die without regrets, but he also knew that if he were to be attacked by two great forces, he would definitely die.
An angry roar suddenly rang out from the sea of blood, shaking the entire world, “Ghosts and monsters dare offend this King’s prestige, break!”
The sound of a bell rang out as a suppressive force swept out in all directions. The boundless sea of blood began to churn violently, rapidly melting like the snowflakes of a blazing sun. A dark red mist appeared in the sky, obviously because the sea of blood had evaporated.
At the same time, the countless Yin Souls that were stirring up trouble in the sea of blood were also reduced to ash amidst their screams.
Boom boom boom…
The Mountain River Bell rang out nine times in a row, each one louder than the last, each one more rapid than the last. With the sea of blood as the center, the sound waves spread out in all directions.
Tang Sheng, Qian Xiuying, and Chi Gui’s expressions all changed as they tried to protect themselves, but they still felt dizzy and their eardrums shook. Even the Emperor Qi protecting their bodies rippled.
All of them wore shocked expressions, their eyes filled with fear. They had long heard that the Mountain River Bell was a rare artifact from the Primordial World, one that could only be found by luck and not by searching for it, but now that they had seen it with their own eyes, they knew the rumors were true.
No wonder Great Emperor Yuan Ding could use this opportunity to break through his shackles and achieve a supreme physique. It was unknown what kind of origin this artifact had, but the power it could display was not something an ordinary Emperor Artifact could compare with.
When fighting against an enemy wielding such a treasure, if one’s mind was really affected by the Mountain River Bell, they would likely be decapitated in the next instant.
When the bell stopped ringing, the lingering sound continued to spread, as if it was going to linger around for three days.
On the other hand, the sea of blood that seemed to have formed a world of its own and was as solid as an impregnable fortress was now in tatters. Countless of the dark red blood had been evaporated and even the blood red color had dimmed slightly.
A series of muffled groans rang out as several ghostly figures staggered out from the blood sea, their faces pale as they coughed up large mouthfuls of blood.
These people were obviously the Emperor Realm masters of the Underworld Sect and were also the masters of the Blood Sea Flags. The Blood Sea Flags were based on blood, so when Yang Kai broke through the Blood Sea in one move, they naturally suffered a certain degree of backlash.
The expressions on the faces of these people were all extremely interesting, their eyes filled with disbelief. They had never imagined that the heaven-shaking technique they had worked together to create would be so easily broken by Yang Kai, causing them to suffer injuries.
Without the advantage they had created, the remaining people were no longer able to conceal themselves, and figures began appearing one after another in the thin sea of blood. Some were from the Underworld Sect, while others were from the Buddhist Heaven Holy Land. Unknowingly, they had surrounded Yang Kai, obviously waiting for an opportunity to attack.
However, at this moment, the situation of these people didn’t seem to be very good. All of them were swaying unsteadily, their expressions constantly changing. Although they hadn’t suffered any backlash from the Blood Sea being broken, the Mountain River Bell’s nine chimes weren’t something they could easily endure.
A dozen or so kilometers away, Tang Sheng and the others who had not been deliberately targeted were all shocked, their ears ringing and their eyes spinning, let alone them who were so close.
So at this moment, an incredibly funny scene appeared.
Nearly twenty people had gathered around Yang Kai, but all of them were staggering as if they were drunk, their faces pale as they tried their best to maintain their stability. The moment their figures appeared, Yang Kai’s sharp eyes swept over them.
“Not good!” Xu Chang Feng shouted, “Retreat!”
In his heart, he cursed Fu Bo to death. What kind of bullshit Secret Technique was this from the Underworld Sect? It was so weak that the perfect ambush had become their biggest flaw.
However, he also knew that it wasn’t that the Underworld Sect’s Secret Technique couldn’t withstand a single blow. With so many Emperor Realm masters working together to summon the Blood Sea Banner and create an endless sea of blood, even if he were to fall into it, he wouldn’t be able to gain any advantage. He could only blame Yang Kai for having a rare artifact in his possession. The sound wave attack from the Bell was like the nemesis of this sea of blood, shattering it in the blink of an eye.
Yang Kai laughed, “You can’t retreat, if you come, you have to die!”
As the Space Laws fluctuated wildly, a series of pitch-black crescent blades shot out in all directions, cutting through the void, the blood sea, and the enemy.
Although this world was sealed off, making it impossible for him to teleport away, the power of space was still under his control.
*Chi chi chi chi* sounds rang out incessantly as blood splashed all over the place. Each and every one of the Emperor Realm felt as if they had been struck by a bolt of lightning as they let out muffled groans and miserable screams. The moonblade was simply unstoppable. Regardless of whether one was a First or Second-Order Emperor Realm, the Emperor Qi protecting one’s body was like paper in front of the moonblade, unable to withstand a single blow. As the moonblade passed by, everyone who was struck by it had a crescent-shaped wound on their body. The wound was completely empty, and all the flesh and blood that should have been there was swallowed up by the void.
In the sky, the Emperor Realm masters were like dumplings falling from the sky, their bodies falling to the ground one after another, their flesh and blood splashing everywhere.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Emperor Realm had fallen, and within a 300 meter radius around Yang Kai, all of them had died.
* Gulp… * A clear gulping sound rang out and Tang Sheng struggled to turn his head to the side, only to discover that the sound was coming from Chi Gui. At this moment, his Adam’s apple was still moving. Chi Gui, who had always been lawless and arrogant in the Eastern Region, now had his eyes wide open, as if he couldn’t wait to throw his eyes into the battlefield.
Tang Sheng wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t because… more than a dozen Emperor Realm had died in front of him. There were more than a dozen of them, not a dozen pigs! It was as if they were nothing more than withered straws being cut off.
He could understand Chi Gui’s current mood because it was the same for him. Looking at Qian Xiuying, who was standing next to him, she was also filled with shock and fear.
When he first met Yang Kai, Tang Sheng had thought he was polite, refined, handsome, sensible, and a good person. If it weren’t for this incident, he would have been happy to befriend Yang Kai.
But only now did he realize that he had completely misjudged.
This man had slaughtered Emperor Realm masters like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, not even batting an eyelid. In other words, wasn’t it like he had just taken a trip to the gates of hell? Thinking of this, Tang Sheng couldn’t help shivering.
Killing more than a dozen Emperor Realm at once, who had ever achieved such a feat? Tang Sheng searched through the memories in his mind and found that in this world, this was the only one. If he counted the five who had been killed by Yang Kai one by one, then in this short period of time, almost twenty of them had died by Yang Kai’s hands.
How many people had the two top Sects sent out in total? Just over thirty, and now more than half of them had died. Whether the two great Sects won or lost, they had already lost because their losses were too great, so great that it was almost unbearable.
Emperor Realm masters weren’t like cabbages that could be found everywhere. Even among the top forces, cultivating an Emperor Realm master wasn’t easy. Now that they had died, Fu Bo and Xu Chang Feng should be quite distressed, right?
Taking a quick glance at these two, Tang Sheng found that their hearts were aching so much that they were about to drip blood. Xu Chang Feng, who had always maintained a calm expression even when a mountain was about to collapse, now had a terrifying expression on his face. Fu Bo, on the other hand, was gnashing his teeth as if he was drinking Yang Kai’s blood, eating his flesh, and gnawing on his bones.
After this battle, the two top sects would likely fall drastically, and it would take at least five hundred years for them to recover.
Fu Bo and Xu Chang Feng obviously understood this point as well. Their hearts were filled with bitterness as if they stuffed a large basket of flies into their mouths. Originally, they had come here to seek revenge, but before their old grievances could be resolved, they had added a new one. Moreover, so many of them had died. Even if they could really take revenge, what could they do? The dead could no longer be resurrected, and the losses of the two great forces could not be compensated.
To slaughter an Emperor Realm master on his own, and with a mere Second-Order Emperor Realm cultivation, was he even human?
TO BE CONTINUED…
Can’t the author chose a number? 20 or 30 emperor realm masters, the difference is quite huge.