chsdbacks Chapter 9 Bloodbath 1
Chapter 9 Bloodbath 1
The endless abyss was filled with blood-red mist and fierce winds. The great saints of the Kunlun Realm had already found their opponents. On the battlefield, the holy path roared, divine light tore through the sky, and blood mist and broken blades intertwined, making this desolate abyss seem somewhat blood-red and noisy.
Deep within the endless abyss, a Blood God Cult camp was eerily silent. Inside the central tent, the stench of blood was overwhelming. The corpses of Blood God Cult cultivators lay scattered on the ground, their blood drained, leaving only shriveled skin. At the head of the table sat a figure lounging lazily—it was Huang Qiming, the young chieftain of the Huangtian tribe.
He twirled the sacred stones between his fingers, a mocking smile playing on his lips. His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed through the empty tent: "There are only a few hundred million sacred stones, and barely half a million of them are top-grade. Those were all taken from that old ghost Jiang Xu's storage ring."
As soon as he finished speaking, he casually tossed the half-empty storage ring aside, making a crisp sound.
"Aren't the cultivators of the Kunlun Realm rumored to be incredibly wealthy? With such a fortune, do they even deserve to be under the command of a top-tier power?"
Despite his complaints, a glint of light flashed in Huang Qiming's eyes. He flipped his palm, and a long sword, entirely black and wreathed in deathly demonic patterns, appeared in his hand. The aura of a Three-Element Monarch Sacred Artifact slowly emanated from the blade; this was the weapon of Jiang Xu, the Holy Elder of the Blood God Cult, named the Death Realm Demonic Pattern Sword.
"Thankfully we have this treasure, so our efforts weren't in vain."
He stroked the cold blade, his gaze sweeping over the mountain of materials and low-grade sacred artifacts piled up inside the tent. He quickly calculated in his mind: "These miscellaneous items, when converted, can be exchanged for several hundred million sacred stones."
As for the scattered cultivation manuals, he didn't even bother to look at them, simply sweeping them into a corner with a wave of his hand. The Huangtian tribe had a long and rich heritage, with countless supernatural powers and techniques. These things, which didn't even qualify as most sacred arts, were no different from waste paper in his eyes.
"If I hadn't been tricked by that self-destructive bastard brother who gambled away all my wealth, why would I have come to this Kunlun Realm to plunder?"
Huang Qiming cursed under his breath, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face. His elder brother was a madman who would often use his divine power to explode and perish together with others. Yet, his luck was ridiculously strong. He had lost every bet he had made, which was why he had volunteered to come to this endless abyss, hoping to make a fortune to cover his losses.
Just as he was calculating in his mind—
hum!
A vast and mighty holy power, like an ancient divine mountain, suddenly pressed down on the camp.
The holy might was fierce and domineering, so pure that it contained not a trace of impurity, that even the bloody smell inside the tent momentarily stopped. Huang Qiming's expression changed slightly, and the Death Realm Demonic Blade at his fingertips instantly erupted with intense death energy. With a sway of his figure, he was already out of the tent like a streak of blood-red lightning.
Outside the tent, a fierce wind howled.
A tall and imposing figure, holding a long black iron spear, stood proudly in the void.
The spear, forged from immortal meteorite iron, gleamed with a chilling light at its tip, seemingly capable of piercing the eternal heavens. Its shaft was inscribed with countless sacred runes, each containing a power akin to the creation of the world. The wielder, clad in black armor, possessed a resolute face, eyes like lightning, and a holy aura emanating from him, faintly displaying the might of a true god.
It was none other than Yang Biao, the Supreme Martial Emperor of the Kunlun Martial City Academy!
The name of the Martial Emperor is renowned throughout the Kunlun Realm. He was born into the ancient Yang family of the Southern Region, whose ancestors had also produced True Gods. The Martial Emperor is the most outstanding genius of the Yang family since the ancient God War. He was born with a Holy Body and entered the Martial Market Academy at a young age. He has been cultivating diligently for more than two thousand years and is now at the peak of the Supreme Saint Realm. Looking at the entire Kunlun Realm, apart from the Ming Emperor and the Old Demon Emperor Ling Hao, no one can compete with him.
He once wielded this black iron spear and defeated several supreme emperors. Finally, he fought a decisive battle with the old demon emperor Ling Hao at the top of Longhu Ridge in the Central Region. They fought for three days and three nights, but he was defeated by only half a move.
At this moment, Emperor Wu stood holding his spear, his aura unified and harmonious, like an unsheathed peerless spear, invincible.
Huang Qiming's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the black iron spear, his heart churning with shock. He couldn't fathom the depths of the person before him! He knew this man was already at the peak of the Great Sage realm, only a step away from the Divine Realm, and possessed an ancient treasure from the Undying Blood Clan. Throughout the myriad realms, there were very few Great Sages he couldn't fathom.
"A Great Sage of the Kunlun Realm?" Huang Qiming composed himself and spoke in a deep voice. Twelve silver-red wings suddenly unfurled behind him, unleashing a torrent of blood energy. "I am Huang Qiming, the Junior Chief of the Huangtian Tribe of the Undying Blood Clan! May I ask which faction in the Kunlun Realm you belong to?"
"Wushi Academy, Yang Biao."
Emperor Wu's voice was calm and steady, like the clash of metal and stone, without the slightest ripple.
"Takeshi Academy!"
Huang Qiming's heart skipped a beat, and genuine surprise appeared on his face. The name of the Martial City Academy was renowned even throughout the myriad realms. It was one of the top powers in the ancient Kunlun Realm, where gods coexisted at its peak, and its profound foundation was in no way inferior to his Huangtian tribe.
"Legend has it that the 'Qiankun Martial Secret,' passed down by the Martial Market Academy, is an unparalleled divine skill on the Taiyi Divine Skill Ranking, its mysteries boundless and its power heaven-reaching." Huang Qiming licked his lips, a blazing fighting spirit flashing in his eyes. His silver blood wings suddenly flapped, and over thirty trillion sacred rules instantly appeared, like an inverted Milky Way, covering the surrounding area. "Today, I will witness firsthand what mysteries this top-tier divine skill of the Kunlun Realm truly holds!"
Before the words were even finished, the murderous intent was already there!
On Huang Qiming's silver-blooded wings, Yin energy frantically condensed, and a bone-chilling cold swept in all directions, causing the surrounding space to be covered with a layer of frost, as if even time itself was frozen. One of the wings suddenly slashed out, transforming into a crescent-shaped silver streak, carrying a power that could tear the heavens and earth apart, and went straight for the Martial Emperor to cleave him in half!
This strike was enough to cleave down mountains for tens of thousands of miles and shatter a star!
Faced with such a fierce attack, Emperor Wu remained calm, and his black iron spear trembled slightly.
hum-
Boundless holy energy erupted from the spear, and an aura of supreme dominance suddenly spread out. That seemingly ordinary black iron spear was actually a supreme holy artifact!
"The gun will conquer the world!"
Emperor Wu let out a low shout, his spear held horizontally in front of him, the shaft of the spear slightly rotating, generating a tremendous power that could devour heaven and earth.
Boom! The silver ribbon collided with the black iron spear, creating a deafening explosion that even shattered the gale-force winds of the endless abyss. The wing-like strike, powerful enough to cleave stars, was actually blocked by a single spear.
The deafening roar swept in all directions, shattering the camp gate into dust. The violent shockwave overturned dozens of tents, and the ground cracked open with a dense, bottomless web of deep trenches.
Huang Qiming staggered back three steps, the air beneath his feet shattering inch by inch. He stared at the unmoving black iron spear in the Martial Emperor's hand, a trace of solemnity flashing across his eyes for the first time: "Supreme Sacred Artifact! No wonder you were able to withstand my attack."
The Undying Blood Clan's physical body is incomparably strong, and his silver blood wings are as powerful as a king's sacred artifact. However, his attack just now failed to even shake the opponent's spear shaft in the slightest.
Emperor Wu stood holding his spear, his black armor fluttering in the wind. His gaze was indifferent, like a god looking down upon all living beings, and his voice remained steady: "You undead blood clan, you trespassed into the Kunlun Realm and slaughtered my cultivators. Today, I will use you as a sacrifice for my spear."
The moment the words left his lips, the Martial Emperor moved. He didn't unleash any complex holy techniques; he simply took a step forward, and over thirty trillion holy rules erupted around him. Golden holy energy surged like an angry dragon, condensing behind him into a ten-thousand-foot-tall phantom of a war god. The phantom wielded a spear, its movements mirroring the Martial Emperor's, the spear tip pointing directly at Huang Qiming. An overwhelming battle intent, dominating the ages, swept across the land.
"court death!"
Huang Qiming roared, his silver blood wings flapping violently, unleashing a torrent of Yin energy that swept out like a tsunami. The temperature within a thousand miles plummeted, and ice crystals condensed in the void. He gripped the Death Realm Demonic Blade with both hands, its blade flashing wildly with deathly demonic patterns, and a black torrent devouring life swept towards the Martial Emperor.
Upon seeing this, Emperor Wu's eyes finally flickered. With a flick of his wrist, the black iron spear thrust out fiercely. There were no earth-shattering phenomena, only a golden spear light, refined to its extreme, piercing through the void.
puff!
The moment the spear's edge collided with the black torrent, it sliced through the deathly aura like a hot knife through butter. The black torrent, capable of obliterating even the rules of the Holy Path, was utterly powerless before the golden spear's edge, dissolving inch by inch.
"How is this possible?!" Huang Qiming's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was filled with shock.
Without time to think, Huang Qiming retreated rapidly, while his twelve silver blood wings flapped in unison, and twelve silver streaks containing the essence of Taiyin, like twelve crescent moons, slashed toward the vital points of the Martial Emperor's body.
"A trivial skill."
Emperor Wu snorted coldly, his spear flashing, its shadows like a dense forest, impenetrable. Clang! Clang! The sounds of metal clashing were incessant, sparks flying everywhere. All eight silver streaks were blocked by his spear shadows.
"Your speed is too slow!" The Martial Emperor's voice boomed like thunder in Huang Qiming's ears. The Martial Emperor's figure suddenly transformed into a golden streak of light, moving with incredible speed, leaving dozens of afterimages in the void. His black iron spear, imbued with the power of the War God's phantom, was aimed at Huang Qiming's brow.
"The Way of Flowing Light!" Huang Qiming's pupils suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed in shock.
Emperor Wu's spear strike was incredibly fast, tearing a silver-white streak through the void. It had even reached the realm of time, and space itself couldn't detect its trajectory. That speed, comparable to that of a true god, was an ultimate escape technique that incorporated the rules of flowing light. If one wasn't careful, they would be killed in close combat.
With the crisis imminent, Huang Qiming dared not be negligent in the slightest, and the sacred rules within his body surged wildly.
Billions of rules of destiny surged forth like a tidal wave, and behind him, a colossal gate of light, tens of thousands of miles high, suddenly materialized. The gate was a chaotic color, and upon its surface, countless runes of destiny flickered erratically, each rune containing the supreme power to determine life and death and bind one's karma. Over a trillion rules of destiny intertwined and entwined, transforming into the pillars and lintel of the gate, and an overwhelming pressure that suppressed heaven and earth and enveloped all directions suddenly spread out.
"The Gate of Destiny!"
The moment the door opened, a dazzling light of destiny, like the breaking of dawn, shone directly towards the Martial Emperor. This light, seemingly gentle, actually contained the most domineering power of destiny, capable of manifesting the fate lines of living beings and fixing all things in the void. The Martial Emperor's figure was originally like flowing light, changing in an instant, but when illuminated by the light of destiny, the flowing light rules around him seemed to be frozen, and his speed decreased by more than tenfold. He felt an invisible force enveloping his body, as if he were trapped in a bottomless quagmire, and every movement he made required him to bear an immense pressure.
"What domineering power of destiny!" Emperor Wu thought to himself in shock. Before he could break free of his restraints, Huang Qiming's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he shouted sharply, "Bind!"
Swish!Swish!Swish!
Countless jet-black chains of fate roared forth from the Gate of Destiny, like lurking, enraged dragons, tearing through the void with sharp cries as they frantically coiled around the Martial Emperor. These chains were covered with runes of fate; once bound, they would seize cause and effect, obliterating the rules of the Holy Path. Even a peak demigod would find it impossible to break free easily.
In the blink of an eye, Emperor Wu was enveloped by layers of dense chains of fate, like a giant black cocoon.
"The light of destiny shines upon the world!" Huang Qiming shouted, his hands forming a mudra.
The Gate of Destiny behind him suddenly erupted with boundless divine light, and countless rules of destiny poured down like a tidal wave, covering the void for thousands of miles around. Under the crushing force of these rules of destiny, the spatial rules of this world began to dissolve inch by inch, transforming into chaotic energy. The surrounding gales, demonic energy, and even the light were assimilated by the power of destiny, becoming Huang Qiming's source of power.
"Trapped!" The word fell, and the heavens and earth trembled. The Martial Emperor, bound by chains, felt the pressure around him surge again, as if the power of fate of the entire world was crushing down on him.
"You think you can defeat me like this? You're still a long way off!" Emperor Wu roared, and golden holy energy erupted from his body.
Boom! A towering golden phantom of martial arts, ten thousand feet tall, suddenly appeared behind him. The golden figure held a long spear, wore armor, and had a domineering gaze, radiating an aura of martial arts power that seemed to look down upon the ages. This was a martial arts dharma form condensed from the supreme mysteries of the "Qiankun Martial Secret" cultivated by the Martial Emperor; it was indestructible and its power could shake the heavens.
"Break!" The Martial Golden Body unleashed a punch, the golden fist energy tearing through the sky. Crack! Crack! The chains of fate binding the Martial Emperor shattered, turning into countless fragments of runes. Taking advantage of the momentum, the Martial Emperor wielded his black iron spear, sweeping the shaft horizontally. The surging holy energy, like an angry dragon, shattered the incoming light of fate.
"What a powerful Dao of Destiny!" The Martial Emperor steadied himself, gazing at the towering Gate of Destiny behind Huang Qiming, and exclaimed in a deep voice, "The Gate of Destiny is tens of thousands of miles high; it seems your Dao of Destiny has already entered the threshold of the Divine Realm!"
Huang Qiming sneered, his own destiny rules still surging wildly within him: "Your Path of Flowing Light is not bad either; its speed touches the realm of time, and at its full power, it rivals a true god. Fortunately, you are not a time controller; otherwise, my Gate of Destiny might not have been able to freeze you!"
As the words fell, both men's gazes turned solemn, their auras locked tightly on each other. The exchange that had just occurred, seemingly brief, had in fact been extremely dangerous. Both men knew in their hearts that their opponent was no ordinary foe, and this great battle had only just begun.