Furious, Ye Feng charged forward with his sword, eyes glaring with fury!
His upper body bare, Gu Li bit his tongue tip and spat a mouthful of vital blood.
Slashing open his fingertips, he traced talismans across the empty air!
"Blood Talisman Shura!!!!!"
In an instant, a blood talisman ten feet wide materialized abruptly, and a grotesque, hundred-zhang blood beast lunged toward Tu Yuan in the sky, snapping its jaws!
Cao Yan clenched his fists and soared upward in fury.
Xiao Chen lay prone on the ground, his gaze unfocused...
Tu Yuan watched this with disdain, the sword in his hand slashing again and again!
Under this strike, the sword light that Meng Wanshu had unleashed with all her might shattered like fragile porcelain.
As the sword light came crashing down upon them, Ye Feng reacted faster than the strike, shoving the young woman aside.
Spurt!
Half of Meng Wanshu's shoulder along with Ye Feng's arm were both severed.
Meanwhile, before Cao Yan could even throw a punch, he was struck down by a single sword strike!
Gu Li's Blood Talisman Shura held out for less than half a breath before blowing apart.
The sword light fell upon Gu Li, slashing his torso wide open.
Xiao Chen lay helplessly on the ground, two trails of bloody tears streaming from the corners of his eyes!
"Second Brother! Third Brother!"
"Fuck your mother!"
Buzz!
The God-Shooting Spear flew into his hand. Missing a leg, Xiao Chen actually climbed back up from the ground.
His flesh looking as though it had been flayed raw, the man gripped the spear and drew his posture taut as a fully drawn bow. The spear shot forth abruptly like an arrow!
"Die! Die! Die! Die!"
Thump!
Trailing azure and crimson flames, the blood-colored spear pierced the void, hurtling straight for Tu Yuan's head.
Seeing this, Tu Yuan sneered coldheartedly.
He slowly opened his left hand, and terrifying astral wind surged forward to intercept it along its path.
The spear actually came to a gradual halt about ten feet before him, stripped of all spiritual radiance.
"Heh, such touching brotherly affection..."
"Since that's the case, why don't I kill them one by one for you to watch?"
The man caught the God-Shooting Spear in his hand and cast it downward with a casual flick—its speed several times faster than when Xiao Chen had hurled it!
Thump!
Squelch!
In an instant, the spear punched through Xiao Chen's chest, pinning his body directly to the ruins of the Pill King Pagoda.
Xiao Chen lowered his head to gaze at where his heart was, vomiting mouthful after mouthful of blood as the light in his eyes slowly dimmed...
"Fourth Brother!"
"Fourth!"
"Xiao Chen!"
Li Guanqi stared blankly at the scene...
With Xiao Chen's heart pierced through, his life force ebbed away rapidly.
"Fourth... is dead..."
Buzz!
At this moment, all the blood in Li Guanqi's body seemed to ignite, and divine runes spread across him once more!
Li Guanqi thrust a hand forward and clamped it violently onto Tu Yuan's face!
His large hand clamped like an iron vice, his fingers slowly crushing the bones of the man's cheeks.
Crack, crack, crack!
Wincing in pain, Tu Yuan lashed out with a kick straight into Li Guanqi's chest!
Bang!
Li Guanqi's fingers tore flesh and blood from Tu Yuan's cheeks, his expression ferocious and twisted.
"Die! I will kill you!"
"I will hack you into ten thousand pieces! Flay your skin and tear out your soul!"
"Aaaagh!"
Boom!
Thick, bloody murderous intent coalesced into solid form, dyeing the entire sky of the Daochan Domain blood-red!
Every one of his sworn brothers had been grievously wounded. A raging inferno burned within his chest.
He clawed with both hands, looking as though he would tear open his own breast just to unleash this fury.
Suddenly!
Tang Ru, who had only just recovered slightly, emerged from the void. Looking at the fading life force of Xiao Chen, his face was overcome with grief.
Tang Ru gritted his teeth, as if making an absolute resolve.
His spiritual realm opened, and the golden abacus shattered with a crash!
A Yin-Yang Bagua Array materialized beside the two of them.
Immediately following, misty iridescent clouds spread across the heavens, and ten thousand years of Tang Ru's lifespan drained away in an instant!
"In my name, I command Yin and Yang."
"Great Dao of Karma: Time Reversal!!!!!"
Buzz!
With Tang Ru at the center, everything within a ten-zhang radius of the two began to reverse rapidly.
The God-Shooting Spear pulled back out of Xiao Chen's heart, and blood flowed backward into his body.
In the next breath, time rewound to the very instant before the spear was about to pierce Xiao Chen's body.
Tang Ru threw himself in front of the spear.
The instant the iridescent mists dispersed, the spear impaled both of their shoulders, immediately pinning them together to the ruins of the Pill King Pagoda!
In the sky, Tu Yuan's pupils shrank in shock, his eyes darting.
"No... Impossible..."
"How could anyone in a mere Youhuang Realm comprehend the laws of karma and time?!"
"And that guy before with the wood-element life laws..."
"This is unnatural... It makes no sense..."
"No, they must be killed!"
Catching sight from the corner of his eye of Tang Ru—whose face had aged into that of a withered, dying old man—Li Guanqi felt a sharp pang in his heart.
Yet when he saw the 'revived' Xiao Chen, tears nearly welled in his eyes.
Swallowing the blood in his mouth, Li Guanqi let the sword coffin emerge slowly behind him!
Thud!
The instant the sword coffin appeared, Tu Yuan's motion to strike hitched violently, and he snapped his head back toward Li Guanqi!
Li Guanqi's strength was waning and depleted, yet he plunged his hand directly into the sword coffin.
No one knew what Li Guanqi was doing.
Yet in his ear came an anxious woman's voice:
"Do you know what you are doing?"
Li Guanqi's gaze swept over the battlefield below, churning like a meat grinder,
and over Xiao Chen and the others who had just brushed against death. In a calm voice, he said,
"I know what I am doing..."
"Right now, there is no other way."
The sword spirit sighed and said softly,
"You... cannot pull it out..."
Li Guanqi turned a deaf ear to the sword spirit's words. How could he know without trying?
What if a miracle happened?
What if... he could draw out the true form of the sword spirit?!
Currently, cultivators of the Human Spirit Realm were still being slaughtered en masse, corpses plummeting from the sky one after another.
Facing the Mystic Immortal Tu Yuan, he could think of no other alternative.
"I refuse to accept fate. I must try!"
Boom!
Thunder flickered. The sword spirit fell silent, closing her eyes in a long hush.
Li Guanqi's hand was gradually blocked by a mysterious force; his flesh and blood melted away, leaving only ghastly white bone in the blink of an eye.
Yet he still reached into the depths with every ounce of his might!
Inch by inch.
Slowly opening her eyes, the sword spirit smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Since when... did I ever need to consider consequences?"
As her words fell, the longsword within the sword coffin—which had slept for an unknown number of ages—slowly radiated a crimson glow.
Boom!
Straining with all his strength, Li Guanqi reached out and clamped his hand firmly around a sword hilt!
Li Guanqi's eyes flickered, turning his head to exchange a glance with the sword spirit.
The sword spirit nodded with a resolute gaze. She bowed slowly and knelt on one knee, her voice ringing out in a proud, detached cadence that looked down upon all living beings under heaven, heard only by Li Guanqi:
"I shall become your blade, to slaughter every foe!"
"Even if... it means bathing the entire Immortal Realm in blood!!"
Boom!
Summoning every shred of his strength, Li Guanqi drew the longsword out inch by inch.
"Aaaagh!"
At this moment, heaven and earth trembled!
It was as though the Heavenly Dao itself was shivering in fear.
A longsword that should have measured four feet in total length appeared before everyone's eyes.
The first foot of the sword tip was broken away. Scarlet all over, its blade was narrow and razor-sharp like a blood-hued viper, glinting with a sinister, chilling luster under the light.
From tip to hilt, the blade was shrouded in a thick layer of blood mist.
It was as if it had been condensed from the blood of countless living beings, exuding a pungent, heavy stench of blood.
The hilt was dark red, as though soaked in fresh blood for endless ages.
The guard resembled a ravenous, gaping maw poised to devour prey, grotesque and menacing.
And this longsword with its broken tip was the true form of the sword spirit!!
It was also the final sword within the sword coffin.
Chapter 1547