txolops Chapter 358 The Power of the Blood Demon Slash
Chapter 358 The Power of the Blood Demon Slash
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After landing, his gaze swept across Luo Ming with lightning speed, then glanced at the shocking, massive, smooth crack that bisected the small mountain in two. A hint of surprise and seriousness flashed in his eyes. He then stared at Luo Ming and spoke in a deep, slightly hoarse voice:
"Greetings, fellow Daoist. Just now, we were on the flying boat when we saw an astonishing blood-red light shoot into the sky from this island, its power extraordinary. We wonder... what caused it? Perhaps you are cultivating some kind of divine power here, or... have you discovered some extraordinary treasure?"
He asked the question politely, but his tone carried a clear inquiry and a hint of condescending scrutiny.
Clearly, Luo Ming's feigned aura was not taken seriously by him. If it weren't for the earth-shattering blood light and cracks, he probably would have already taken action to capture the person.
The other person was a middle-aged cultivator with a long face, narrow eyes, thin lips, and a somewhat mean expression. His cultivation level was in the mid-stage of Core Formation.
He didn't examine the crack closely; instead, his eyes, like those of a venomous snake, scanned Luo Ming from head to toe, lingering particularly on Luo Ming's arms and neck, a barely concealed greed and fervor flashing in his eyes.
He had cultivated a special detection technique that allowed him to vaguely sense the surging yet deeply restrained power of blood and qi within Luo Ming's body, which filled him with immense joy.
"Senior brother, why waste your breath on him!" The long-faced cultivator couldn't help but speak, his tone impatient and his eyes flashing with a fierce light.
"This place is deserted, and he's all alone! This excellent body is perfect for me to use to refine the 'Ironclad Corpse King'! Who cares about the bloodshed? Just capture him, interrogate him, and everything will be clear, right?"
He already considered Luo Ming as his own, his tone revealing no concealment of murderous intent and greed.
The last person was a young cultivator with a pointed face and shifty eyes. He looked at Luo Ming as if he were a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and sneered, "That's right, Senior Brother, why be so polite with him?"
Listening to the three men's conversation, Luo Ming showed no fear on his face. Instead, a strange, ambiguous smile appeared on his face. He thought to himself, "What a coincidence? It's truly a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road, with a 'descendant of an old friend' delivering himself right to my doorstep?"
He seemed completely oblivious to the three men's undisguised hostility and the way they surrounded him. Instead, as if he had encountered an acquaintance, he forced a "simple and honest" smile, and asked in a tone that was both "surprised" and "doubtful":
"Three fellow Daoists, judging from your attire and the aura of your cultivation techniques... could you perhaps be esteemed disciples of the Extreme Yin Island? I, Luo, was fortunate enough to have met your island's Extreme Yin Ancestor several times in my younger days, and we even fought side by side, forging a bond that could be described as a life-or-death friendship."
Upon hearing this, the sharp-faced cultivator seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. His mocking expression deepened, and he sneered:
"A life-or-death bond? Haha, that's hilarious! Our ancestor was killed in the Void Heaven Palace years ago! Not even his Nascent Soul stage escaped! You're saying you have a life-or-death bond with him? What good is that? Do you expect him to crawl out of the underworld to save you?"
"Oh? The Yin Ancestor... has fallen?" Luo Ming's face showed appropriate "shock" and "regret," then he sighed softly and shook his head, as if he were reminiscing about an old friend.
Just as he shook his head and sighed, the gray-robed old man and the long-faced cultivator had already completed their triangular encirclement of Luo Ming, each unleashing their own magical treasures.
A black inkstone engraved with a fierce ghost pattern floated in front of the gray-robed old man, exuding a sinister aura; the long-faced cultivator released a corpse puppet covered in black hair, with sharp nails, and emanating the power fluctuations of the Core Formation stage, which let out a low "hoarse" growl from its throat; the pointed-faced cultivator also activated a soul-summoning banner, which sent gusts of cold wind through the air.
Seeing that the three had already revealed their true intentions, surrounding him and unleashing their magical treasures and ghostly artifacts, Luo Ming's "honest" smile gradually faded, and his eyes turned cold. His gaze swept over the three, finally settling on the gray-robed old man, a chilling smile curving his lips:
"Since the three of you are cultivators from Extreme Yin Island... then I, Luo, will have no qualms about killing you. Perfect, I'll send you down here to reunite with your ancestor, so that the grandfather and grandson won't be lonely down there."
"Arrogant!"
"court death!"
The gray-robed elder and the long-faced cultivator were enraged upon hearing this, and at the same time shouted, about to activate their magic weapons and corpse puppets to launch an attack.
However, the gray-robed elder was, after all, the one with the highest cultivation and the most experience.
Just as Luo Ming finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the terrifying, mirror-like, hundred-foot-deep slash on the mountainside next to him out of the corner of his eye, and the unease in his heart suddenly intensified!
Considering that Luo Ming was facing an attack from three Core Formation cultivators, he not only showed no fear but also uttered arrogant words, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a dead man...
A terrifying thought flashed through his mind like lightning—could that shocking blood-red light, that horrifying slash, have been the work of this early-stage Core Formation cultivator?!
"Oh no! Retreat immediately!!"
The gray-robed elder's face turned deathly pale instantly, his soul nearly leaving his body. He completely forgot about attacking and retreated rapidly like a startled rabbit! At the same time, he roared a warning at the other two!
"Only realizing it now? Too bad, it's too late."
Luo Ming's icy voice, like the whisper of death, clearly reached the ears of the three.
Suddenly, he spread his five fingers wide, palm facing upward, and the vast and boundless power of his blood and qi within his body erupted like a ignited powder keg!
A chilling, dark, blood-red light burst forth from his right palm, and an overwhelmingly domineering and terrifyingly sharp aura instantly locked onto the gray-robed elder who was about to retreat!
"cut!"
Luo Ming uttered a cold word and casually waved his right palm in the air towards the direction of the gray-robed old man!
"call out--!"
A dark red blade of light, ten zhang long and condensed to the point of being almost tangible, shot out from the edge of Luo Ming's palm!
The speed of the blade was so fast that it exceeded the limits of a Core Formation cultivator's divine sense! It left only a faint blood-red afterimage in the air, and in the next instant, it had already traversed dozens of feet and appeared in front of the gray-robed old man!
The gray-robed old man was terrified and desperately poured all his magical power into the pitch-black ghost inkstone in front of him! The ghost inkstone shone brightly with black light and instantly expanded, transforming into a heavy inkstone phantom several meters tall, blocking the blade light. The fierce ghost pattern on the inkstone seemed to come alive, letting out a mournful roar!
"laugh--!"
A cutting sound so faint it was almost inaudible.
The moment the dark red blade light made contact with the black inkstone phantom, the seemingly indestructible Ghost Inkstone magic weapon, capable of withstanding the full force of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator, along with the gray-robed old man's body behind it, was easily cleaved in two, like a hot knife through butter!
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, with hardly any blood splattering out, because the terrifying power of blood energy contained in the blade had instantly extinguished any life force at the cut!
"Clatter".
The body, split in two, and the shattered remains of the ghost inkstone fell helplessly onto the reef with a dull thud.
A late-stage Core Formation cultivator, along with his natal magic weapon, couldn't even last a breath under Luo Ming's casual "Blood Demon Slash" and died on the spot!
Quiet.
A deathly silence instantly enveloped the rocky beach.
The sneers and greed on the faces of the long-faced and pointed-faced cultivators froze instantly, as if they had been frozen in place, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
The long-faced cultivator stared in disbelief at his senior brother's body, which was split in two on the ground. He then looked up at Luo Ming, who was slowly retracting his right hand with a terrifyingly calm expression. He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the hair on his body stood on end, making his scalp tingle.
Instant kill! The senior brother, a late-stage Core Formation cultivator, was instantly killed! This is hardly an early-stage Core Formation body cultivator! This is clearly a terrifying, ruthless killer who has concealed his true strength!
"Run! Run! Back to the spirit boat! Activate all restrictions!"
The long-faced monk was the first to recover from extreme fear; his voice became sharp and distorted with horror, almost breaking.
He dared not have the slightest thought of greed anymore; at this moment, there was only one word in his mind—escape!
Escape back to that giant airship, which is covered with powerful array formations and restrictions! Only by relying on the airship's power can we possibly withstand this monster!
The sharp-faced cultivator was terrified. Upon hearing this, he grasped at a straw and nodded hastily. The two of them almost simultaneously activated their escape lights and fled like stray dogs, without looking back, towards the giant black ship that had begun to glow with spiritual light, clearly sensing something was wrong, and was speeding up to meet them.
"Hmph, trying to run now? Too late."
Luo Ming watched the two flee in panic, a cold sneer flashing in his eyes. He didn't immediately give chase, but a thought flickered in his mind.
"cracking--!"
High in the sky, amidst the thick clouds, a clear and melodious bird cry, piercing through gold and splitting rocks, carrying the majesty of pure Yang, suddenly rang out!
Immediately afterwards, a ball of crimson-gold fire, like a meteorite falling from the sky, tore through the clouds, carrying raging flames and terrifying heat, and crashed down on the long-faced cultivator who was fleeing for his life at an astonishing speed!
It was the Zhiyang Bird, which had been lying in ambush high in the sky, ready to pounce!
"hold head high--!"
At the same time, the sea not far from Luo Ming suddenly exploded! A thick column of water shot into the sky, and from within the column, a colossal creature over thirty zhang long, covered in bluish-black scales, with ferocious eyes, burst forth from the waves! It was the Azure Dragon lurking in the sea!
It opened its massive mouth and let out a high-pitched dragon roar. Its demonic power surged, and it manipulated the seawater below, instantly condensing countless extremely refined, pale blue water arrows that shimmered with a cold light. Like a storm, they shot densely towards the pointed-face cultivator, sealing off most of his escape space!
"What? Two level-six spirit beasts? And they're not even spirit beasts with the same bloodline."
The two men sensed the two terrifying auras approaching, their hearts pounding with fear, their faces turning deathly pale. They then realized that not only was their opponent's own strength unbelievably terrifying, but they also possessed such a powerful spirit beast! This was no pushover.
The two were filled with regret, cursing themselves for being so unlucky. They could only desperately activate their escape light and summon their defensive magic treasures, trying to escape back to the flying boat while being intercepted by the two powerful spirit beasts.
Luo Ming ignored the two "minor characters" who were entangled by the spirit beasts, looking disheveled and in imminent danger.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze like two sharp swords piercing through several miles, landing on the giant black flying boat on the distant sea that had completely turned around, with its restrictive runes glowing wildly everywhere, emitting powerful spiritual energy fluctuations and a dangerous aura.
He could clearly see many figures on the deck of the airship, and it seemed that more cultivators had been alerted and were taking their positions.
Special devices on the bow and sides of the ship began to adjust their angles, subtly aligning with his location. The entire airship, like a resurrected, heavily armed steel behemoth, exuded a chilling aura of war.
"Large warships... war artifacts that combine attack, defense, and transportation, must be covered with a large number of formations." Luo Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, but he showed no fear. Instead, he felt a strong urge to test its power for himself.
"Perfect! I'll use your 'turtle shell' to test the limits of my 'Blood Demon Slash' and see just how powerful it can be!"
A fighting spirit surged in Luo Ming's eyes, and he let out a cold snort. He no longer suppressed the surging blood and energy within his body; instead, he actively pushed it to its limit!
"boom--!"
A blood-red aura, even more violent, more powerful, and almost tangible than when he killed the gray-robed elder, suddenly erupted from Luo Ming's body! The air around him hummed in pain as it could not withstand the terrifying pressure of this blood aura! The rocks beneath his feet cracked and sank silently.
He slowly raised his right arm, his five fingers pressed together like a knife. The vast, viscous, mercury-like, and faintly golden energy within his body, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, frantically converged and condensed towards his right palm!
Luo Ming took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the black giant ship a mile away that had completed its attack preparations and whose bow was rapidly gathering a faint light. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, his right arm muscles bulged and veins stood out, and with all his might, he slashed fiercely towards the flying ship!
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Moments later, the once peaceful deserted island was completely transformed, charred black everywhere, with rocks cracked and seawater overflowing, leaving a scene of utter devastation. The air was thick with the foul stench of blood, burnt flesh, and the salty stench of the sea.
However, the most shocking sight was the wreckage of a giant warship, split in two like two overturned black hills, half submerged in the sea and half stranded on the rocky beach, at the edge of the island!
The cross-section is as smooth as a mirror, presenting a unique texture of metal that has been melted and cast and then cooled instantly. The cut extends from the bow to the stern, precisely splitting this steel behemoth that is tens of meters long in the middle.
This was naturally the result of Luo Ming fully activating "Blood Demon Slash" and breaking through the warship's complex defensive formation in one strike.
This warship was originally well-designed, and when its defenses were fully activated, it was strong enough to withstand a blow from a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages.
Unfortunately, the three core cultivators on the ship had already been killed or entangled by Luo Ming. The group of Foundation Establishment cultivators left behind could only hastily manipulate the formation, which was unable to unleash its true power. Faced with Luo Ming's incomparably sharp "Blood Demon Slash", it was shattered in one blow, and the ship was also completely destroyed.
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